Marcus Free Rein Novels & Stories

Breaking Free-- An emotional novel about a young expecting mother trying to break free from the pain of her past, while being on the run from her abusive ex. While running from danger, with nothing in hand, Katie bumps into handsome navy seal, Kaleb Song, who promises on his soul to protect the woman and her unborn child from any endangerment that is lurking around the corner. Will Katie break free from the pain and fear that her ex caused her, so that she would be able to trust and fall in love again?

Silence enveloped the call, Marcus felt blood rushing up to his head, he's definitely furious, someone just tried to go against him? All his excitement went drained and all he can't think is to destroy whoever is going against him. At that moment, He didn't noticed his father went out and saw his deadly expression. "Son, seems like you woke up on the other side of the bed huh?" Marcos joked. "Someone just went against me." He said, Marcos seems like he's no foreign to the news, in fact he knew who Mr. Reed is, his blood boils the moment he heard the news, the time is near that he will let Marcus know about his secret.

His expression softened. He lay down beside Alex, pulling him into his arms. He stroked Alex's sweat-damp hair, his touch surprisingly gentle. He traced the fresh ink on Alex's thigh with a calloused finger. "You're allowed to play," Marcus whispered, his voice a low rumble against Alex's ear. "You can go out and get fucked by anyone you want. But you have to come home to me dripping. You have to let Daddy smell them on you so he can reclaim what's his. Do you understand?"

We talk first he shouted. The negotiation stretched tense and ugly. Marcus ranted about everything he had lost because of us the power the money the respect. He wanted revenge and he wanted me as his trophy to rub in Victors face. Luca struggled against the ropes cursing at Marcus. I inched forward talking calmly trying to buy every second for our hidden men to get into position. You dont have to end like this I told Marcus. There can be another way out. He laughed loud and bitter. Too late for that princess.

But I feel like I've turned into a walking list of restrictions lately. Marcus grinned, the twinkle in his eye hinting at mischief. "Well, you know what they say about restrictions," he said playfully. "They're just guidelines waiting to be broken." I raised an eyebrow, curious despite myself. "Oh really? And what guidelines are you proposing we break?" I asked, trying to keep the smile from spreading too wide. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, for starters, maybe we could sneak into a little bit of forbidden dessert," he said, his lips quirking up in a mischievous grin.

I flinched at the anger in his voice, "What made you think that I'd want to trade my Freedom with yours? What made you think that I'd prefer the choice you made," "You just don't understand do you? Don't you get it? Just calm down and understand my point," I was getting upset too. What was wrong with him? Why was he acting like an asshole. "Marcus has hundreds of Werewolves soldiers under his command and even more. The fact that we already fell in his trap was enough problem. Did you think he was just gonna let you go like that? He would have killed you all, just like he did years ago. I did what I had to do damn it!!"

The silver-haired man looked stunned. With my teeth in the ring, "I have memories of this now," and "Not everything.". I am aware that you have caused damage to my life. “You were nothing without us!”. I snapped, "I was human without you.". While trying to get away, Marcus knelt at his restraints. "Arria: Control!!". Free me!”. I ran towards him, my fingers avoiding the digital lock. The thought of bypassing security measures seemed like whispering code in my head.

Quickly releasing Robyn’s hand before stepping back, then covering his mouth with the same hand. He must have inhaled her scent because he flung his hands away, whispered, “fuck. Shit,” and dodged, Lucas’s effort to put an arm around his shoulder. I felt Ayr tense as Marcus made his way towards the brown horse. “No, I’ll do it. I know…I know what I’m good for,” he muttered before taking the reins and roughly flinging himself up into the saddle. The rough mount made the horse veer to the side and whinny in annoyance.

“This isn’t pride. This is survival.” “It is survival,” Adrian replied. “Which is why I’m refusing.” Marcus looked at me again. “You’re willing to watch him burn?” “I’m willing to watch him choose,” I said. “There’s a difference.” Marcus’s composure finally slipped just a fraction. His voice lowered. “You don’t understand what I am,” he said. “I don’t lose. I reposition.” Adrian’s gaze stayed steady. “Then reposition.” Marcus laughed once, humorless. “Fine.”

“If I die, I will find peace and you will suffer. I win either way.” He laughed. “Oh, princess. You rely too much on your books. I will show you some reality.” She shrugged. “I am here to see your reality. I will keep an open mind.” He smirked. “Good. You don’t want to waste your futu…well, not anymore but you don’t want to waste his death.” She glared at him. “It must hurt your pride that he freed you of all people, almighty Marcus.” His smirk turned into one of contempt. “Well, the price was his future bride. I am sure something is hurting him too.”