Nathaniel X Marc Novels & Stories

Nathan raised an eyebrow. Caleb pulled off his shirt and tried to clean his ear. There was so much water in his ear. " Very funny Nathan" Caleb gave a fake smile. "You are running late for school. You have to hurry before mum comes here and makes a scene" Nathan advised Caleb who quickly made his way into his bathroom.

Power rolled off him naturally, suffocating the entire room. My eyes widened in fear as I sight the mark close to his brows and recognition hitted me instantly. Alpha Xander Marco. His sharp gaze stayed locked on mine, unreadable and intense. Then his nostrils flared slightly. Like he smelled me too, his wolf recognized me. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. Oh Moon Goddess. What sort of cruel twist is this, The devil I never thought to cross path with here in the human city, the one I'm carrying his child. And now he is my second chance mate?

Natalie I've never thought that I will come back home for this reason: to become the Alpha of my father's pack. It was a whole night of heavy rain, and the town was covered with thick dark clouds. I tilted my head against the cold car window, and the strange air made me a little anxious. "You must be exhausted," Jeff said. "You haven’t slept along the way, don’t worry we’ll be there soon" Jeff is the housekeeper of my family, we had been driving for about 4 hours.

It's not fair to me or to my potential mate. And if I get mated to a guy, will my friend accept me? What if they don't and I lose my title? My position, my job and friends have been my life. I can't live without any of it. But will I be able to reject my mate? What if I have to choose? Mate or position. What's the right choice? *** *Nathan POV* We took two cars to Bellforth. I was driving one with Caleb in the passenger seat and we were following Kaiden and Trinity in their car.

Nathaniel had to do a cartwheel, which he failed at spectacularly, landing on the floor with a thud. “Graceful,” I teased as he got up, rubbing his back. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you,” he shot back with a grin. The energy spiked as Alex’s turn came. Martha dared him to do an impression of Nathaniel. “Easy,” Alex said, slicking back his hair and deepening his voice. “‘I’m Nathaniel. Look at me, I’m so charming and mysterious. Women adore me.’” Nathaniel rolled his eyes. “Spot on.”

"Yes... Uhm... If you really don't want Elena to dump your sorry ass, you should take her on a date and sing her a song." Nathan winced. "He can't sing," he and Elena said in unison and burst into laughter. "Wow! You two are so mean," Mikhail gasped, nuzzling against his mate. This time, she didn't shove him off. Nathan watched them for a while before he waved and walked out of the cafe with Andrew and Lucas behind him. Reynard followed. They all filed into the vehicle and were soon driving through streets. Nathan stared out the window. Would he have to go back home and avoid Valentino again?

Despite his age, you could tell he had been a head turner in his prime. The hall fell silent at the sound of his voice. Students scrambled to sit down. The man climbed the podium, his gaze fixed on the students, waiting for them to settle. He looked stern. He picked up a marker from the table. “ My name is Gabriel Walker. Your music composing lecturer,” he said, writing neatly on the board.

Ella chattered on happily about their alliance plans, about the amazing preparations for the ceremony, about how excited she was to become Luna. Kael nodded along, but his eyes never left me. He was watching every move I made, waiting for me to break down, to show him how much I still loved him. But I forced myself to smile. I smiled through the pain in my chest, through the tears that were threatening to fall. Finally, Kael spoke. "Ella and I are having our Marking Ceremony three days later," he said, pulling an official pack decree out of his pocket and handing it to me. "I want you to officiate it."

“And that it not going to happen if you are all fighting like a bunch of rats in some pod.” His expression shifted. Nathan glanced at me, curious but not surprised. “Marcel is unstable,” I continued quietly. “Dominic stands between him and destruction. The council is restless. Rogues are hungry. Packs are divided. And as far as the rumor goes, your little rogue has managed to contain a beast that would be more than willing to take over if Marcel simply ticked.” I stepped closer, my voice lowering. “All it takes is one thread to snap… and everything unravels.”

Not by playing Nathan's game, but by changing the rules entirely. I should have known the victory wouldn't stay quiet. * A few nights later, Nathan was "working late." Again. His version of working late lately involved a private club and a bottle of Macallan 25. I knew because Mark, one of his sycophantic college friends who'd never liked me, texted me a blurry photo. The caption read: *Missing you at the table, Claire! *