Mark Watney The Martian Novels & Stories

“Tim Houston. The King of Oakwood.” The name alone made tension explode through the atmosphere. Marten’s jaw flexed sharply. His eyes darkened into something colder than rage. Something lethal. “And what did you tell them?” The warrior stood straighter immediately. “I told them no stray wolf had been found in Tombstone territory.” Silence again. Marten stared at him for several long seconds before giving one slow nod. “Good.” But I could still feel the anger radiating from him. Violent, protective and possessive. The warrior bowed quickly before stepping back.

Watch the day decay into something darker. Mara Wyatt has survived trials. She has survived wolves who wanted her dead. She has survived the attention of the Moon itself. She has survived betrayal and loss and the kind of pain that breaks ordinary people. But soon— Soon she will not survive us. Not because she is weak. Not because Damon will fail her. But because she will choose to walk into the fire. And we will make certain she does not walk back out. The glass is cool in my hand. The future is bright.

He just nodded and leaned against the rock and closed his eyes. Maret stayed awake. She was the kind of person who stayed awake when everything in her body was telling her to sleep, because sleeping felt like losing control and she had spent eleven days without control and was not ready to give up the version she had now. "Your mother is fine," Wren said quietly. Maret looked at her. "You know this?" "She was at the extraction point. She's ahead of us on the route. She'll be at the rendezvous." Something complicated moved through Maret's face—relief and grief and the specific exhausted quality of someone who has been holding something for eleven days and has just been told they can set it do

Tyler snickered. “She’s my mate. Why would I do anything to put her in danger?” Owen asked. “Stop saying that. I am her mate. Beau is her mate. And apparently Tristan is her mate. But you, you will never be her mate.” Tyler said. “Four mates?” Owen said. “You said that you know why your father wants her.” Tyler says. “Because she’s a white wolf. I didn’t know that she needed that much protection.” Owen said, trying to figure it out in his head.

I heard the conversation between both of them about Diane rejecting her Mate because he's a rogue and it only gave more possibility that Darius could reject us too. A knock on the door and someone came in, she was wearing a white coat which made me guess she's the doctor. She didn't greet me or anything, she just checked my body and gave me some pills to use. She was acting rudely of course but it didn't bulge me, Mira wasn't bothered too because she was brooding over Darius.

I had not seen them since I made the order and quickly examined my handy work without noticing that Alpha Mark approached the table to speak with us. “Alpha Vance, Luna Sianna, if it’s not much trouble, there is a small matter that I would like to bring to your attention,” The twenty-two-year-old Alpha began. “Speak Mark, don’t make us wait until Christmas,” Vance flared, aiming to keep his displeasure under wraps. Alpha Mark was nervous but did as directed, “I believe that I have found my mate among one of your omegas.” He scratched the back of his neck, trying his best to appear nonchalant.

Joana squeezed her eyes shut, inhaled sharply, and finally forced herself to say it. “He’s gone, Cassy. He marked his mate after I left him that day in the Winter Pack…” Silence. Cassandra’s hands trembled against Joana’s shoulders. Her breath hitched, her stomach twisted painfully, and for a moment, it felt as though the ground beneath her had crumbled away. Cassandra let out a short, forced laugh, shaking her head. “Come on, Jo. You really think I’m going to fall for this again? You’ve done this before.”

I stared at the woman in the mirror. Five years ago, a terrified, heartbroken girl had stood shivering in the mud, wearing a damp sweater and faded jeans, begging a man to love her. That girl was dead. In her place stood the Luna of the Arden Pack. My chestnut hair fell in loose, polished waves down my back. My skin held a healthy, sun-kissed glow from years of leading agricultural patrols. The hollow void in my chest where the mate bond used to be no longer throbbed with raw pain; it had hardened into cold, thick scar tissue. A sharp knock echoed through the room.

Rillys pov As we are hiking on the path Dylan gets in front of all of us. Then not long after that he stopped and turned to look at Mark. So Mark looks at me then he walks up front to Dylan. What's going on? Then there voices are wispers, Mark turned to look at me and I can see he is on the phone. Sally, Becky and my self stand there talking, and waiting. Mark walks back to me smiling. So what was all that about? Mark just looks at me then he tells my friends to stay close to Dylan and for them to go ahead. They both agreed and walked up to Dylan. Mark what is it? What's going on? Rilly relax there's another wolf but nothing to worrie about. No worries! Rilly it's from Sam's pack, he said it

Gwen, Gena's best friend, blames me for what happened, calling me a coward for not saving her. Despite countless defenses, it doesn't change the fact that I failed to save Gena. Centuries passed, leaving me without a mate, someone to support me and warm me on cold nights. I had lost hope of finding anyone until one dark and stormy night when I met her—Gena, my mate, or so I thought. Instead, it was her doppelganger, Maria Jose Clark, whom I found unconscious on my way home from work. "Where am I?" Maria's doppelganger stirred from her slumber as I sat across from her, asking for her name. She hesitated before answering, "Maria Jose Clark."