Marinette X Nathaniel Novels & Stories

Nathania’s POV Nathania could feel her heart beating loud in her chest as she thought of a thousand and one reason to escape from the person pinning her against the wall until she perceived the familiar cologne. “I will deal with you later about trailing me but now, you need to hush,” Xavier’s voice, ever so smooth flooded into her ears like a silent wave and just then, she heard the murmurs of two men, walking past by quickly and wondering where they have gone. When the coast was clear, Xavier still held her like he did earlier and she tried not to breathe too much or nosily and alert his attention. He smelled so good and all she wanted was just to put her head on his neck and inhale deeply

It was Nathan, standing there with a gaze filled with yearning and regret. "Lyra," he murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of longing and sorrow. "I never wanted to cause you pain or disrupt the bond between our packs. But the connection we share... it's undeniable. It haunts me every waking moment." Lyra's heart wavered, her resolve tested by the raw emotions that emanated from Nathan. The pull between them was magnetic, drawing her closer to the forbidden desires that lurked within her. She struggled to find the strength to resist, torn between her loyalty to Xander and the unyielding connection she felt for Nathan.

The lines of muscle shifted with each breath, and Caroline’s stomach knotted against her will. The walls—Jonathan’s walls—had been desecrated. Sketches pinned up in chaotic rows: rough pencil drawings, violent and jagged, some twisted into shadows of fists, broken bodies, and bleeding faces. Others—her throat went dry—were erotic. Women half-formed, mouths parted, spines arched, lines drawn with such intensity that they throbbed with unspoken hunger. She tore her gaze away, a flush crawling up her throat. Nathaniel turned, unashamed. His eyes flicked over her robe, then met hers with unsettling calm. “You’re up late.”

“Bloody bastard.“ Nathaniel breathed. He turned towards the cliff where he heard the man protecting Kiara. “You need a rope to pull her up.“ He yelled again. Nathaniel rushed to his van, he found a short rope not sure it would hold her weight. He doubled it up and crouched over the cliff, his arms pushing the rope towards them. But it wasn't long enough, if Kiara reached out to it then it would just be perfect. “Go on, Kiara, take it.“ Xander said to her, his expression stoic. Why was he trying to push her away? “I am not Kiara even to you.“ “But that's who you are. An already mated woman, what rights do I have over you.“ Xander said, hurting her more. “I gave you everything, and I will do i

Nathaniel may not like her right now, but if she carries his pup, the future heir of the pack, he might mark her eventually. Nathaniel is the aloof alpha of the River Bed Pack. He is 29 years old, single, and unmated. His parents have been bugging him for years; Most Alphas his age already have pre-teen pups or, more precisely, the future Alphas running their packhouses, but Nathaniel remains unmated. He had never been into intimate relationships, making him the laughingstock among the senior Alphas of the neighboring packs. Not only was it uncommon, but also disturbing that the future of his pack was hanging on a thin thread.

"Got it. Thank you for the reminder, Eleanor." After hanging up, Natalie pulled a small packet of powder from her pocket, her lips curving into a dark, knowing smile. She needed to take advantage of Anathea's absence. She had to make sure Xander became completely attached to her. That way, she could move even closer to Gregory. And once she did, Anathea would never be able to come back.

The man obeyed quickly, pulled the wallet from the man’s pocket, and handed it over. Nathan snatched it and flipped it open. His eyes narrowed. “Tom Xander,” he read aloud. “Occupation: Artist.” He turned slowly to Marcel. “I thought your man said this is the bastard’s address, yeah?” His voice was controlled but laced with anger. Marcel stepped closer, confused. “That’s what he said. Look—” He pulled out his phone and showed Nathan the photo the investigator had sent. “See? It’s the same man!”

He is also his confidant. "You traitor!" He gritted his teeth angrily. "Traitor? You called me a traitor?" Xarthel said in a scoffed. "You took someone who I valued the most." Xarthel huffed. "You are the one who's a traitor." Nathaniel narrow his eyes at Xarthel. He didnt take something from him. If he's talking about her, then he did not. Her and Nathaniel loved each other. Xarthel knew this, but he fell in love with her silently, until, that day came when she's gone.

But another part—the part that shivered at the raw devotion in his eyes—couldn’t deny the way he made her feel alive, even in fear. “I hate you,” she whispered brokenly. His mouth brushed hers in a bruising kiss. “Then hate me here. Hate me in my bed. Hate me while I’m the only man who can touch you.” Her tears slid hot down her cheeks as she kissed him back, torn apart by desire and despair. Nathaniel’s Move Across the city, Nathaniel Crane’s men delivered a slim black folder to his desk. He opened it slowly, his bruised lip curving into a smile as he read the contents.

Mara stepped into view, composed as ever. And behind her, another man. He looked far too relaxed for everything going on, like he had walked into the wrong scene and decided to stay anyway. His gaze landed on me, curiosity flashing across his face. “Well,” he started, a faint smile tugging at his lips, “so you’re the...” “Lucien.” Nathaniel’s voice cut in, sharp enough to stop him immediately. Lucien paused, then sighed like he’d expected that. “I was just going to introduce myself.”