Marshall X Skye Novels & Stories

She smiled gracefully and said, “Since my injury has been healed, I won’t bother you anymore, Dr. Yarde. “I still have to deal with some affairs at the lodge, so I’ll be back to see you again when I’m done managing those affairs, Dr. Yarde.” Christine left with Eira while Skye stayed because he had already committed himself to Kayson. On the other hand, Skye had already advanced to become a grandmaster yesterday night! Kayson checked the time and discovered that it was almost noon already. He was planning on getting lunch before he headed back to the company.

" I let the strength and assuredness of his voice lull me to sleep. "You are a very beautiful woman, Maddison Skye."

She smiled gracefully and said, “Since my injury has been healed, I won’t bother you anymore, Dr. Yarde. “I still have to deal with some affairs at the lodge, so I’ll be back to see you again when I’m done managing those affairs, Dr. Yarde.” Christine left with Eira while Skye stayed because he had already committed himself to Kayson. On the other hand, Skye had already advanced to become a grandmaster yesterday night! Kayson checked the time and discovered that it was almost noon already. He was planning on getting lunch before he headed back to the company.

“Skye—please.” But I had already made up my mind. “I, Skye Crescent Moon, daughter of the Lycan King,” I said, my voice shaking but firm, “hereby reject you, Damian Wolfe, Alpha of the Silverclaw Pack, as my mate.” “No—” he whispered, stepping forward until his fingers wrapped around the bars again. “Skye, don’t—please. Don’t do this.” My heart cracked as I watched the pain spread across his face like a storm breaking over open water.

“So Miss McKenna really insists on drinking the punishment wine instead of the toast?” Boss Trent snarled, propping himself up against the doorframe. He snatched a gun from one of his men and aimed it directly at her. Skye didn’t even flinch. Her snow-pale fingers spun her gun playfully. She didn’t look at him—instead, she turned slightly toward her ten men behind her. “Any problems?” “None!” They instantly understood her meaning. Skye gave a faint nod of satisfaction, then finally looked at Boss Trent. “You’re looking a little rough, Trent. But I’ve always had a spine—I like drinking the punishment wine. So…”

Skyla was in a state of confusion. She wanted to feel Lucas' lips over hers. She was craving for a heart-melting kiss. Her temptations surged when Lucas brought his lips close but that was when her guilt surged too. "You can't take advantage of him, Skyla. For him, you are a she-lycan named Sasha. He loves a she-lycan and not an omega like you. Just leave from here!" Skyla's mind screeched at her.

“Get to the point, Mr. Chase. I have limited patience for theatrics.” I reached down, opened the briefcase, and took out the folder. I slid it across the table toward him. “Open it.” He looked at the folder as if it were a dead insect. Then, with deliberate slowness, he opened it. He scanned the first page—the ship’s manifest. His expression didn’t change. He turned to the auction catalog page, the photo of the Ming vase. A tiny muscle flickered in his jaw. He saw the death certificate for Klaus von Heinrich. Finally, he read the typed proposal. The terms. The exile. The transfer of power to Alessia.

"And Skye has been found. Apparently, he was using her to transport drugs to Arizona. The Russian investigators tracked them to a warehouse outside Phoenix." "Let me see!" I practically lunged across the table, collecting the phone from her before she could even offer it. And there, in the photo on the screen, was Dante, beaten black and blue, his face swollen and bloodied, tied to a chair like the criminal he was. His expensive clothes were torn and dirty, his usual arrogance completely gone. And in the next photo was Skye. My sister. Alive. Skye was finally coming back home. The phone trembled in my hands as I stared at her image, thinner than I remembered, with dark circles under her eyes

His hand ran through whatever was left of his hair again as he exhaled deeply. Jackson sighed tiredly—a sigh that Maria knew was just for effect. "How did you meet Harry, Maria?" Sean asked unexpectedly, completely throwing Maria off. She could feel cold sweat tickle down the parts of her face that were covered with her hair. His eyes locked hers, burning with curiosity making her realize it was the best time to show off her acting skills. She had intended to leave the backstories to Jackson, but since it had gotten to this — she had no other choice.

He quickly got on his knees and gave her his mark as well. I hear laughing behind me. I turn back and Ozzy has a smirk on his face. Thank the Moon Goddess man! She sure as hell did us all a favor by mating Lana’s crazy ass to these two fuckers. Now we can go back home to our mates. I’m starving and Leah promised to make tacos tonight for taco Tuesday and after this shit, I could really use a fucking beer! How about you Ryan? I’m sure you need a drink too? Fuck yes, I do just one more thing before we go. I Alpha Ryan Amory Emmett of the Dark Skys pack cut the pack link with you, Lana Marie Tate, breaking the bond with you forever. Now let’s go have those beers, Ozzy.