Mark Watney The Martian Novels & Stories

“Oh dear imposter, don’t be frightened. Mars is taking care of me. He even told me he likes me. Can you imagine!” I laughed like I was a lunatic. Then I said in a cold voice, “You? Mars said he likes you?” “Hahaha, what a sick joke. Let me tell you something, dimwit: he’s in love with another woman. Someone more than you. Mars has impossibly high standards, so he won’t fall for a cheap she-wolf like you. He’s in love with a very powerful being. But you? What are you?” Marcy’s smile cracked.

Not when my mate left me the other night when I call out to him that I needed him as I was in heat. He rushes to Luna's side instead of staying with me. He helped the doctors to deliver Luna's third child which was her second child with Colby, her Alpha mate. The Alpha couldn't be there as he was on his way from a pack business trip. The Luna didn't need anyone else in the pack but my mate. She calls that night saying she needed her friend. So, her wish was granted as her friend and ex-lover was there while I went through the pain alone. Shawn never shows up again after the incident not until a week later. I hate the fact that with every problem she has she prefers to talk with my mate even

Blaze glared at him. "How can I fucking calm down!? My mate is missing, for fuck's sake!" Blaze said. He breathed deeply, trying to control his raging beast that wanted to come out and ripped everyone to pieces. "Call Marco and Trevor," Blaze ordered. "You, Mason, Adrian, and Clarence will join me. We will find my mate, your Luna," he added. Caleb nodded his head and went out of the packhouse while Mason stood still with his head bowed. Blaze went inside of his room.

And damn, the party's filled with illegitimate acts making me wonder if Zia is safe. A twinge of feeling hits me and I feel my wolf suddenly awaking, fighting against the wolfsbane effect. Excitement. Anxiety. Not because it's full moon, but because of something. That feeling strikes me again making me look around. That feeling only means one thing: my mate is here, right in the fucking party! I turn around and my eyes catch his gaze on me. Black orbs, full brows, dark hair, pierced ears, tattooed arm, cute moustache and stubble. Mate, my human mate! The hell, why would I be mated to a human?! Damnit, and a hot one. My wolf starts to spur me to grab him and kiss him already but I don't. I ha

There was no doubt that they are mates. An hour goes by of Jackson explaining in detail what had been going on the past few years, describing of the ongoing battle between them and the rogues and talking about them and their demands. “So, this Ian guy is the leader of the rogue wolves and Marcus is his right hand. And their goal is to kill me because I am Jackson’s mate, who is one of the three most powerful Alphas in Oregon state. Which also makes me one of the most powerful Luna's in Oregon state.”

It was everything good and Mark howled inside him, excited and restless. 'Mate. Mate,' Mark howled again, the word echoing in his mind. But.... How could this be? What the hell just happened? ........why a human? Why would a human be his mate? Again? He blinked slowly, his nostrils flaring in irritation as if she wasn't even human. As if she was some house roach that he'd want to trample under his feet. “You’re human…” he murmured, barely audible. “But why does it smell like fate?”

for everything to be done on time it went that I would need to be running around Like a mad person. But I caught the scent of Weston. My wolf is awake ripping and wanting to transform. I looked up and there he was. Discussing with a group of the pack warriors while standing at the top of the large staircase. his gaze fell on me for a split second connecting our eyes. there was a familiarity behind them. there was something similar and beautiful about the way you looked at me. Yet there was still that so-called looming distance that wanted me to stay away. Every time I look at him, sadness fills my heart at how far he drifted apart. He's my best friend for crying out loud. He is the love of m

I nodded. “They were werewolves but different.” Marcus recalled. He pushed the remote in his hand and the projector flicked to an image of a man standing on two feet but furred and lager. His fingers ended in long curved claws and his eyes were red and his teeth were sharp and gnarly. “What am I looking at?” Xena asked in disgust. “You are looking at a variant of a werewolf from another world. They do not fully transform like us and they retain their sapient form.” Marcus revealed.

Mate?" The word kept going through my mind like a mean whisper. How could this huge man say something like that? My mate turned their back on me, lied to me, and then left me to die. The moon goddess would never tie me to someone else. Not him. Dominick's tight grip on me made me stiff, and his warmth didn't help calm the storm in my chest. For the first time since that bad day, my wolf woke up. He feels it too.

My palm turned clammy but I managed a wobbly smile. “Good morning.” I greeted the room. They responded stiffly and my mother nodded to Agatha, dismissing her with the flick of her finger. Agatha was reluctant to leave as shown in the few seconds she her fingers lingered on my wheelchair. “Since we're all here, I think I'll dive right into it.” Marcus spoke up. His voice was deep and monotonous and he stared down his nose at me. I dug my nails into my palms, my breaths coming in short puffs. Ever since the incident, being under scrutiny always made me feel small and useless.