Marcus Free Rein Novels & Stories

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.

“What did I say about playing games, Freddie?” He wipes his fingers on a napkin and reclines, his expression sharpening. “Let’s say I agree to do what you’ve asked me, yeah?” He interlaces his fingers. “What do I get in return?” “This isn’t the trade market.” “It is—to me and to my men.” He leans forward, elbows on the table, voice dropping. “So… what have you got to give?” I stay silent. He takes that as permission to continue. “What Marco did was a tip of the iceberg. You don’t know him like I do. But I can tell you one thing—” he leans in, breath brushing the space between us, “Marco is ruthless. Devil incarnate.”

“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.”

"I only got away because I fell down a trash chute. Please, Rhea, just for a few days. I’ll do anything. I’ll clean, I’ll scavenge, I’ll be your slave." Rhea sighed, the anger leaving her. She couldn't leave a man to die in the Fringe, even one as selfish as Marcus. "Get up, Marcus. Wash your face. There’s some soup left. But if you touch one thing that isn't yours, I’ll have Leo throw you to the Grays myself." Marcus nodded frantically, but as he turned toward the back of the room to find a washbasin, his hand remained clamped over the vial in his pocket. He looked at Dominic, who was still standing by the door.

Dominic didn't want unnecessary thing happen. "What an ignorant General Manager." Marcus mocked his son as he said goodbye. "Papa wants a surrogate for Reina, right? Don't protest." "You always said Reina was cheating on you. In fact, so did you, So. I never teached you to cheat like that." Marcus get wrinkles on his forehead.

Only possibly final. But this time felt different. This time felt real. This time, Marcus was truly dead. His empire was destroyed. His legacy was erased. And we were free to become whoever we chose to be. Not who Marcus programmed. Not who genetics dictated. Not who slavery demanded. Just ourselves. Whoever that was. Whoever we could become. Together. Always together. No matter what came next.

Richard took them without a word, his jaw tightening as he glanced back at the imposing prison walls one last time. His moment of reflection was interrupted by the sleek black car parked a few feet away. The driver's door swung open, and out stepped Marcus, dressed in his usual tailored suit, exuding an air of confidence and control. "Well, well," Marcus said with a smirk, walking towards him. "Good to see you out, Richard. How does it feel to be a free man?" Richard exhaled sharply, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Like I’ve been born again."