Marcus Gunnarsen Girlfriend Novels & Stories

“Aria, breathe. You’re freaking out. Maybe my mom was confused or mistaken…” I wave him off, eyes locked on Marcus. “And Jane? What pack is she from?” Marcus’s brows pull together like he’s trying to figure out why I’d even ask that. “Well… she’s from Shadow Pang. But after she got pregnant, I sent her away. She moved to Los Angeles and has been living there with Mark since.” Something doesn’t add up. Didn’t Jane and Mark say she was from the same pack as my mom? Marcus suddenly reaches forward and takes my hand. “I’m just glad you gave me a chance to explain. Thank you, Aria. Whether or not you and Lucas decide to stay, I’m grateful.”

At the door, I could hear noise coming from inside. Finn asked Marcus, “Long time no see. What have you been busy with lately?” “I just got married.” The moment he said those words, the room exploded. Finn sounded genuinely shocked. “You got married? Are you kidding me? Since when have you ever dated anyone?” Marcus crossed his legs and took a sip of wine. “You met her yesterday.” “Yesterday?” Finn scoffed. “You must be mistaken. Yesterday I was on a date with Sophie. We even went to a hotel. And then…”

"We already know he was stealing from charity and lying about his daughter's death." Marcus sat back down at his computer. "Let me check something. If Vincent is threatening us, there might be something else he's hiding." He typed rapidly for several minutes. Then his face went pale. "What is it?" I asked. "Emma's mother," he said quietly. "Vincent's wife. Her name is Carol Reeves." "What about her?" Marcus turned his screen toward us. "She's not dead. She's very much alive. She's been living in Seattle for the past twelve years under her maiden name, Carol Williams."

I was halfway through an email, trying to focus on a big deal, when Marcus came in, his grin wide and unapologetic, his suit slightly rumpled. “Morning, Hawthorne,” he said, dropping into the chair across from me, propping his feet on my desk like he owned the place. “You look like hell. That mystery date keep you up all night?” I shot him a look, leaning back, as I loosen my tie. “Something like that,” I muttered, not ready to spill about Serena - her kiss, her rejection, the way she had called me a stalker before bolting. Marcus would tease me all day if I told him how everything went, and I wasn’t in the mood for his teasing.

“But it won’t change the fact that, my dear Marcus, you’ve been living a lie with your wife. How do you think she’ll react to finding out her great love from her youth isn’t dead?” “How do you even know I’m married?” Marcus demanded, his fury barely contained. “Marcus, you might hold the gun, but I have weapons of my own. I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since you dumped me here. I knew you’d come eventually, and when you did, I’d throw this in your face. You stole your friend’s fiancée. That Mary must be something special—” “Shut up!” Marcus roared. “Come on, Marcus, don’t tell me you feel guilty now. You’re blissfully happy with your wife, aren’t you? The only difference is you’re al

I inquired. “Look, Julian. I really have no problems with you getting married to whoever you want. But that girl is a no go area. She isn't someone you should be with for heaven's sake. Or have you forgotten so soon that she is your son's girlfriend…..” “They are not together anymore, Marcus.” I hissed through gritted teeth, thereby cutting him off. “They are no longer together. As you already know, my son got married to her sister and fun fact, they are happily married."

I’d made up that excuse all those years ago just to break up with him, yet he still remembered it. I struggled to push him away. “Who I love has nothing to do with you anymore. We’re over.” “Who says we’re over?” Marcus said, furious. “Did you ever ask me how I felt?” Before I could answer, a girl in a white dress descended the stairs. She was beautiful and familiar. She was Marcus’ fiancée, the one from the news. The sight made me angry. He already had a fiancée, but still came to me?

The Omegas arranged the small table beautifully, and we sat on the couch waiting for our guests. Soon they knocked on the door, and Marcus got up to let them in. Mason looked dashing in his black t-shirt and jeans. Along with him was a pretty red-haired. I felt a bit jealous when I saw her, but I hid it. She was pretty and looked quite confident. "Kara, Meet my best friend and his mate. Marcus and Gwen. " He said, and we exchanged our hellos. " I have heard so much about you guys," she said, shaking Marcus, and I saw her hand linger a bit, but I ignored it.

She didn't finish. Margie and Priya stood beside Wren, watching, clearly confused by what was happening. "Oh, yeah, she's my girlfriend," Marcus said, giving a warm smile and holding Wren's hand properly. Theo's eyes dropped to their joined hands. He swallowed hard, looked away and released a heavy breath. Isabelle's eyes widened, her mouth parting slightly, her gaze moving from Marcus to Wren and back again. "Wow. I–" She paused, searching for words. "I really didn't expect that. Wow. Wow. I'm... I'm surprised." A small, unreadable smile settled on her lips. "Well. Isn't this a small world?"

“I’m so sorry, Miyara.” “I’m okay, Isa. Stop apologizing. I didn’t get shot.” I squeezed her hand with my good one. She forced a small smile, then stared into the distance like she was remembering something unpleasant. In a low voice, she finally said, “Marcus is an ex. A crazy jerk I dated back in sophomore year when I was so stupid.” Her voice cracked. “He… has some stuff on me. And he uses it to harass me anytime he gets the chance.” My chest tightened. Private stuff. The words echoed in my head, dragging my thoughts straight to Caden and the things he had on me. I prayed it wasn’t the same kind of weapon.