Novel & Cerita The Martian

I’m not sure I’d say it again. I step closer to get a look at her. “She’s beautiful,” I admit. “She looks just like Peyton.” He runs one finger down her cheek. At the signing this morning, Watson told us Peyton still hasn’t woken up. I got everything I wanted out of that treaty. I’ve felt sick all day anyway, and I keep thinking about carrying her out of that café. My wolf’s ears go up. The pup smells of milk and Cormac, and of my family, back in the little house we ran from before we were ever Roths.

“William, our souls has been split. Neither can return until we are one again. Our Sotiria is coming, she will help. Until then this is goodbye.” My heart breaks as I see Mars run away into the distance, I don’t allow myself to blink until he disappears. Tears stream down my face as the flowers continue to wither away, I look around trying to find healthy ones. Hoping that the ones that look healthy will lead me back to my body and bring Mars and I back together.

When I shake my head with a little laugh, he steps closer, his hand lifting to my chin. “I see how Ronan treats you. Everyone does.” He grips my chin firmly when I try to duck away. “But I also see how he looks at you. Like you’re his.” My breath catches at this, because that’s the actual reason why Ronan despises me. Because I made the mistake to share the only thought my wolf had ever let me read in a long while. Mate. “Do you think you’re his?” My brows furrow in confusion and I watch as his lips quirk. I see his eyes fall to his hold on my chin. Or to my lips?

I whispered. We stopped at a red light. My gaze caught on a billboard the size of a building. It shimmered, transitioned—and suddenly, the word blazed across the screen in white fire: LUNARIS. A high-end nightclub. The most elite. The kind only the rich, powerful, and probably criminal could enter. Even back downtown, Lunaris was a fantasy, the kind of place people dreamed of making enough money just to glimpse. The ad shifted. And then his face appeared.

Flowers grew in pots around the door. Mara opened the door. It didn’t have a lock, just a simple wooden latch. “Inside,” she said with a smile. We stepped in. The floor was packed dirt, clean and swept. A low table in the middle. Two mats rolled up against the wall. A small window with no glass, just a cloth curtain. It smelled like wood and dried herbs. Mara pointed to one side of the room. “Bed there.” She walked over and unrolled one big mat. It was thick, stuffed with something soft, maybe dried grass or wool. She spread a blanket made from animal skin over it. Then she added another smaller blanket on top.

What the f*ck! Then my eyes opened. Is it a dream? I didn’t know I fell asleep. I shook my head to wake myself up and then looked at the book still in my hand. I decided to go to sleep, but after reading another paragraph, “Just when we thought our beloved Luna had regained her strength and was doing well, the enemy suddenly appeared before us. He wanted her, and he was adamant about taking her. Our beta and gamma along with the other warriors who tried to stop him, couldn’t do anything. In the end, the man took our Luna and entered a portal-like hole while she shouted, I am going to come back. I will make sure to come back and be with my mate. Please tell him that I am going back into his a

And once I finished getting dressed I turned to look at Tristan. “I, Sadie Nicols, Luna of the Blue River Pack, reject you Tristan Young, Beta of the Blue River Pack, as my mate.” I announced without breaking eye contact. Tristan sat there looking completely dumbfounded at me and his mouth visibly dropped open at what I had just said to him.

The air was thin and stale, carrying the metallic tang of recycled oxygen. Through a large viewport, a desolate landscape stretched out before us. A dusty red horizon, dotted with barren rock formations, stretched as far as the eye could see. Two moons hung low in the twilight sky, casting an eerie glow over the scene. "Mars," Sarah whispered, her voice filled with awe and a hint of fear. We had made it. We were on another planet. But the relief at reaching our destination was quickly overshadowed by the stark reality of our surroundings. This was a harsh, unforgiving world, a million miles away from everything we knew.

He didn’t say anything, but the protective glint in his eyes spoke volumes. When they arrived, the warehouse loomed ahead like a dark sentinel. Its dilapidated exterior, with rusted metal panels and broken windows, seemed to whisper promises of danger. Mart was already there, stationed outside with his laptop and an array of gadgets spread out on the hood of his car. He gave them a brief nod, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he prepared to execute their plan. “Stay sharp,” Zane said as they stepped out of the car. Inside the warehouse, the atmosphere was suffocating. Dust hung in the air like a shroud, and the faint scent of rust and decay tickled Cana’s nose. The faint hum of dista

He stayed calm. "She isn't MATE, she is the a*shole's mate, but she is something..." Mars gulped, looking besotted and angry at the same time. Theo cleared his throat. "Rhianna..." "Perfect name for a perfect being," Mars said with a sigh. "These are my brothers. And guys, this is my MATE." His voice was a warning growl when he said mate. His eyes glinted in possessiveness and anger.