Mordecai X Margaret Novels & Stories

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

The girl that Rodney kissed. "What are you doing here?" Rodney asked Margaret. "Bryce is my ex-boyfriend, so I should come to bid my farewell," Margaret said. Her eyes were glued to me as she walked towards. "Oh right, I almost forgot that you played us both," Rodney said. "And I'm so good at that, right?" Margaret said, mocking Rodney. "So, she's your wife? Impressive, I didn't expect that you will marry someone after I ditch you because you are diehard to me," she said to Rodney but he didn't pay attention to her so she talked to me.

“Let’s see what we’ve got. The purple-haired waitress and the biggest tramp in three counties. The former Mrs. Danvers who, incidentally is also a tramp and was bedding down with an overgrown child and just married him not two months after her divorce finalized. The constantly disappointing Miss Hammond, knocked up big and round like a whore herself—with twins, ain’t it?—yeah, that’s right, yellow babi—.” “Jack Mueller, you shut your trap,” Margie snaps, putting herself in between an irate Rob and his even more irate friends, as if old and frail as she is, she's a protection. “That’s quite enough of you already. Go on about your business, Jack. You got no reason to be here.” “Shut your own t

Mac looked back at her, and something passed between them, the specific recognition of two parents realising, again, that their son understood something about dignity and agency that most adults spent their whole lives failing to learn. “Okay,” Cloe said. “We’ll call her together.” Mac dialled. It rang twice. “Mac,” Margaret said warmly. “Twice in two days. This is becoming a habit.” “Margaret,” Mac said carefully. “I need to ask you something, and I think you might already know what it is.” There was a pause on the line. When Margaret spoke again, her voice had changed, gone quiet, careful, the voice of someone who had been waiting a long time for a particular phone call.

The other guys are having questions in their heads. “Sir!” “Sir!” “What, Amirah?! Dorothy, come with your sanity and tell me what's going on here! ” “Stand up,” I said, helping them to stand up. With all their might, They stood up and went to Kalvis and Marcov. “Ma'am Margarette did this!” “What?! M-My wife?! ” “Shit! ”Marcov said, looking at me. I'm denying the information my mind contains right now.

We weren’t friends, but we weren’t enemies either. Margaret was wearing a chartreuse gown embroidered with lily pads. The Beta’s wife’s name is Lily. Margaret has striking features. Her skin is the color of a summer elk. Her hair falling around her face in large chestnut brown ringlets. She has almond shaped chocolate brown eyes. “All these girls talking like they never heard the Epic of Cordelia.” Margaret quietly and snarkily said. “Right? A slave mating to the Kingdom of the Moon is a death sentence.” I responded dryly.

Margret continued, "Husband? Weren't you the one who divorced Charlie and legally married Peter? How did Peter become Charlie, I wonder?" Her voice was cold and calculated, emphasizing each word as she stepped forward, causing Chloe to shrink back even further. Chloe's face turned ashen as Margret unexpectedly regained all her memories. She couldn't help but curse Margret for not dying and leaving her to deal with the consequences. "Charlie is mine now, that's all in the past," Chloe retorted shamelessly, trying to maintain her composure. Margret chuckled and responded calmly, "I'm still alive, Chloe. You can keep dreaming, but you'll never be with Charlie."

While listening to Elder Maxim's words, Alpha Dave tried to remember the woman named Margaretta. He had heard the name before. But Alpha Dave could not imagine or remember clearly what she looked like. Because during this time, Alpha Dave had a lot of relationships with women. "Are my actions very sinful, Elder Maxim?" asked Alpha Dave. "Very. Try to remember a very long time ago, long before you were with the woman named Cora." Elder Maxim again tried to incite Alpha Dave. "I had a relationship with a woman named Margaretta," Alpha Dave said, answering Elder Maxim's words.

Margaret said as she stepped from the corner of the room, “but we have urgent business to discuss.” “Where did you come from?” Davina gasped while Theo scrambled to put on a pair of pants. “Really, Margaret,” Theo complained. “Was this necessary?” “I understand you two tied the knot,” Margaret said with amusement. “I cannot wait to hear what the conclave has to say about that.” “Freya married us,” Davina said, defensively. “So she said,” Margaret said warmly. “Congratulations.” “I’m sure that’s not why you teleported into our room,” Theo grumbled.

Some were lifeless, and some were struggling to fight for their lives. "Xavier!" Margarette exclaimed when he saw his back. As she ran towards his direction, the people parted a way like the sea parting when Moises walked in. He stiffened when he suddenly heard her voice. 'Talk about the fucking timing...' He cursed mentally. He shut his eyes tight. "Go back inside the office," he coldly said.