LOGINThe first time I saw Marcus again, he was sitting at the long table in the big meeting room like he owned the whole company. I almost laughed when I saw him there. He looked like a wolf in a room full of sheep. All the other guys in suits looked small next to him. I walked in through the door and our eyes locked right away. My heart jumped hard in my chest. My cock got hard right away in my pants. It was like a switch flipped on inside me.
He wore a tight black suit that fit him perfect. Same dark eyes that I remembered too well. Same look on his face that said he wanted to grab me and make me beg for it. I sat down across from him at the table. I was close enough to smell him. That smell made my skin feel hot all over like I had a fever. His breath hot on my neck. It made me want to drop everything and let him take me right there in front of everyone. But I had to stay cool. People started talking about numbers and plans for the deal. I didn’t hear a single word they said. All I could think about was Marcus grabbing my wrists hard with his big hands. Pushing me face down on the table right there. Fucking me hard from behind while everyone in the room watched us. My face felt hot just thinking about it. He spoke up then. His voice was low and very endearing like it always was. “Your plan is good, Mr. Vale.” He stared only at me the whole time. My dick twitched hard in my pants. I was already leaking some precum into my underwear. I had to adjust myself in the chair not to make it obvious to anyone. “Thanks,” I said and leaned forward a little. He almost smiled like he knew exactly how wet I was for him already. Like he could smell it or something. The meeting went on for what felt like hours. Every time he moved his hand or shifted in his seat I pictured his big hands on my neck squeezing just right. His thick cock in my mouth filling it up. I wanted him to pin me down on the floor and see if I’d fight him off. I knew I wouldn’t fight. I’d let him do whatever he wanted. Finally the meeting ended. Everyone stood up and started leaving. He walked straight to me last. He shook my hand. His grip was strong and hot like fire. It shot straight down to my cock making it throb more. He leaned in close to my ear so no one else could hear. “You look ready to get fucked hard Mr CEO. I smirked even though my legs felt weak like jelly. “Maybe you’re the one making me this hard right now.” ********** He let go of my hand and walked away like nothing happened. Left me standing there with my cock throbbing in my pants and my heart beating fast. That night I sat alone in my big penthouse apartment. My tie was loosened around my neck. My shirt was open. I was already hard in my hand stroking slow at first then faster. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I pictured Marcus shoving me onto the big bed in my room. Yanking my pants down rough and fast. Trying to push his thick cock inside me in one hard thrust without waiting. His strong hand around my throat holding me down. “Take it all, CEO,” he’d growl in that low voice while he fucked me deep and rough over and over. I thought about dropping to my knees for him first. Taking his big cock in my mouth. Feeling it hit the back of my throat while he held my head still. Hearing him say my name like that. My hand moved quicker on my cock now. I moaned his name out loud in the empty room. Imagined him flipping me over onto my stomach. Pinning my wrists hard above my head with one hand. Pounding into me from behind until I came all over myself and the sheets. “Fuck, Marcus,” I gasped out loud. I shot hard then. Hot cum spilled over my fist,My whole body shook with the pleasure of it. Waves of it hit me hard. I lay there on the bed panting for air. Still a little hard even after. Still wanting more of him. I was so fucked up over this man. I couldn’t get him out of my head no matter what I did, and that really scares the hell out of me. ************ In a cold stone room far away Elara stood with her arms crossed tight over her chest. She hated it there in that dark place with the old stone walls. The Elders sat in their chairs and spoke to her in their cold voices. “Marcus is with the hybrid now. He will destroy him for us like we ordered. Elara’s chest burned hot with anger and jealousy. She had loved Marcus for years. She loved him since the first day she saw him. Now they sent him away to fuck and then kill some other guy named Noah. She kept her face calm and blank but inside she was on fire like someone threw gas on it. Marcus always followed orders without question. But what if he started wanting Noah instead of her? What if he fell for the hybrid? She had seen that hungry look in his eyes before. She didn't want him looking at Noah like that. She would make sure it never happened. She would go to the city herself. She would fight hard to remind Marcus who he really belonged to. She would do anything she could to win him back for good.Noah’s POV The main chamber felt heavy with old secrets, and torchlight flickered on the stone walls. I stood there, my heart still racing from everything Seraphine had told us. My hands were sweaty as Elara stepped forward and pushed a yellowed, old letter into my palm. The paper felt rough and very soft, as if it could fall apart at any moment. “What’s this?” I asked, voice trembling. “It’s from Mum,” Elara said softly. Her eyes looked tired, not angry like usual. “I found it years ago. Read it.” I slowly unfolded the letter, Marcus right beside me, his shoulder touching mine for support. The handwriting was messy but legible. Mum wrote that the Elders weren’t the true villains. They were merely pawns of something bigger—a nameless, formless creature that had hunted hybrids like us for thousands of years. She said she wasn’t killed in some big fight; she was taken. Dragged away. She begged us to run, hide, and just survive. Tears burned my eyes as I read her words. “Stay safe
Noah’s POV The stone wall had cracked open like it was waiting just for us. I stood there staring at the carving inside the alcove, my heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. My name and Marcus’s name were etched together in the rock, wrapped around that crown of fangs. It looked old, like it had been there forever. My hands shook as I reached closer but stopped short. This was real. All of it.Seraphine stood beside me, her silver hair shining in the torchlight. “The prophecy was never about one hybrid king ruling alone,” she said, voice calm but urgent. “It needs two. You and Marcus, bound by blood and by choice. Together. The Elders twisted the story for centuries to prevent this from happening. They sent Marcus to kill you, Noah. They failed because your bond is stronger than their lies.” I swallowed hard, glancing at Marcus. He stood right next to me, his grey eyes fixed on mine. After everything—the warehouse fight, the collar burning my neck, nearly losing him—I
MARCUS POV The fighting stopped all of a sudden, like someone hit pause on the whole damn world. Seraphine raised her hand and said one word in some language I didn't know. It sounded old and powerful. Every executioner and elder soldier froze right where they were, arms halfway up or legs mid-step. Then they just dropped, unconscious, hitting the ground like sacks of potatoes. The head Elder took one look at her, eyes wide with pure terror, and ran off into the dark like his ass was on fire. I almost laughed, but I was too beat up and too worried about Noah to care.Seraphine turned to us with this calm look on her face. "Follow me. It's time you saw the truth." Her voice was steady, like she'd done this a hundred times before. She led us to a hidden door under the warehouse loading dock. It creaked open when she touched it, revealing a spiral staircase going down into the dark. We went slow because we were all messed up. My thumb still hurt like hell. My body felt like one big brui
Noah's POV The chaos exploded all around us like the whole world was ending right there in that dirty lot outside the warehouse. Massive wolves with fur as dark as night and eyes glowing gold slammed into the Elders' executioners. Snarls ripped through the air, claws slashed, and guys screamed as they got thrown around like ragdolls. Gunshots cracked every few seconds, mixed with flashes of weird magic that lit up the red moonlight. But honestly? I barely registered any of it. My head was spinning too much from everything else.My grandma—the woman with that long silver hair and eyes the color of the red moon—still had her hand on my cheek. Her touch was warm, like the kind of hug you didn't know you needed until it happened. It felt ancient somehow, like it carried years and years of stories I didn't even know about. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt, and tears kept trying to sneak out of my eyes. After all the lies from Richard, the running, the fighting... this felt too real.
Noah POV The night air hit me like a slap when we stumbled out of that warehouse. My neck was on fire from the silver collar, blood still dripping down my shirt. Every step felt like knives in my legs, but I kept going. Marcus leaned heavy on my shoulder, barely standing. His face was all pale and sweaty, thumb still messed up badly, but he wouldn't let go of me. Dorian, Elara, and Jaxon stayed close behind us in a tight circle. We were all beat up, bleeding, exhausted as hell, but nobody was backing down. Not now.The Elders and their executioners waited for us outside. A whole line of them in the red moonlight, looking like ghosts ready to end everything. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might crack my ribs. This was it. After all the running, the fights, the lies... they had us cornered. I squeezed Marcus's hand tight, feeling his warm fingers even through the pain. He was my rock. The one person who made all this crap worth it. I loved him so much it hurt worse than the coll
Marcus POV Marcus watched Noah stomp on Richard's hand, and his chest squeezed tight. God, Noah looked so pissed and broken at the same time. That silver collar around his neck glowed like it was cooking him alive, blood running down his skin. I wanted to run over and hold him, tell him it was gonna be okay, but my body was wrecked. Silver poisoning burned through my veins like acid. My head spun from all the blood I lost, and my dislocated thumb hung there crooked and throbbing like fire. Every breath hurts. But I forced my legs to stay straight. No way was I letting Noah fight this alone. He was my mate. My everything. Losing him wasn't an option.I leaned against a busted crate near the candle circle, trying to catch my breath. The blue flames were mostly out now, but the air still felt heavy. Noah stood over Richard, looking down at the man who raised him like he was nothing but trash. I saw the hurt in Noah's eyes mixed with that cold anger. It made my heart ache. All those lies
Marcus moved first.He yanked me down before the second bullet cracked the air, slamming my shoulder against the motel floor so hard my teeth clicked. Glass rained over us in sharp little bursts. Elara cursed and dropped to one knee, already reaching for the pendant at her throat like it might prote
Elara’s voice broke on the last word.“It’s you.”The room stopped breathing.I swear to God, even the cheap motel air felt frozen. My heart pounded so fast , my throat dry, and for a second, I couldn’t even move. I just stared at her, staring at me, like she was looking at a dead person standing
The knock came again, harder this time, and Marcus moved like lightning, one hand already going behind him for the knife at his back. Noah didn’t breathe, the room had gone so quiet it felt so un real. Another knock. Then a voice, low and sharp through the thin motel door. “Open up, Marcus.
The moment it clicked that Ethan wasn’t behind us, something in Noah just… snapped, and he differently knew something was wrong but he couldn’t place is hand in it.That small thread holding him together after everything the cameras, his father, the collar, the constant running—it just gave up.“







