Markus Murphy の小説・ストーリー

I never expected him to say something so vile. So all his remorse and apologies were all an act. Just like in my past life, he was nothing but a cruel, selfish man who would do anything to get his way. Regret burned through me. This time, I would make sure Lucian banished him from Darkwood Pack. A man like Chris didn't deserve to be my mate. He didn't even deserve to be Lucian's Beta. Before I could recover from my fury, Drake punched Chris, sending him crashing to the ground.

Walking around in almost nothing, happy to do whatever was in their power to please the men… Not for her… Absolutely not for her… AJ, Tristan, Jarred and Max all showed up. They sat outside and the women all knew to be there ready for whatever way this was going to play out. “I still can’t believe it…” Jarred shook his head. Marla was serving the men drinks. Lillianna quickly poured AJ a scotch and handed it to him. “Yeah…” Tristan nodded his head. “Is he dead?” Max now. “He wishes he was.” AJ replied shrugging his shoulders. “Out of all the people in the world, he had to be a cop? I fucking liked him man…” Jarred said. It felt like somebody had spilled icy cold water down her spine. Paul? N

he hesitated “—a scheduled email draft in her account. It’s not sent. It’s timed. If she doesn’t cancel, it goes out.” My wolf stirred. Not fear. Interest. “A dead-man switch,” I said. Jory nodded. “It’s addressed to multiple outlets and a lawyer. Subject line is ‘If I’m missing.’ Attachment mentions names: Doyle, Crowe—and something about a mark.” I kept my expression calm while my gut tightened. So Mara can blow up the entire pack, me, not just Gage. Hunters. Police. Media. The council’s secrecy becomes a bonfire. Which means she’s not just a witness.

With one clean swipe, I dragged them across his chest — tearing skin and muscle with the precision of a signature. A message. "Let them think a wolf did this." I stood over the corpse, silent, watching the blood pool around his throat like a final offering to the night. My expression didn’t waver — no regret, no guilt. Only cold calculation. My eyes narrowed on the claw marks I’d carved into his chest — jagged, deliberate, unmistakably wolf-like. “They’ll think a rogue did this,” I murmured, more to myself than to the trees. “A poor drunk, slaughtered in neutral territory. They’ll panic.”

"Ari, even if you want to, if Elliot doesn't want to give his reasons, we can't do anything about it. At the end of the day, Elliot Allister, the mafia lord, still comes out to be a blatant and unquestionable asshole. I really had no way of knowing or even understanding what you found so captivating and alluring about that scoundrel." "Markus, you obviously know he's gorgeous and hot. And looks aside, he is a good person deep down. And also that he's not that much of an asshole as you claim him to be. He's literally the entire package. Any woman would fall for him, just like I do." Markus can only scoff at my defense. "Alright, yeah. Freaking hot my ass!" He has once more become agitated wit

“Your Luna. She feels that he’s not working alone and she wants to make sure everyone that is in agreement with Markus’ plans is found and either expelled or killed for their part in hurting our pack members.” “I like our Luna. She’s smart, strong, and compassionate. Once she agrees to mark you, I think everything will get back to normal here.” “I agree,” I say, just as Markus knocks and enters without waiting for me to call him in. He has a noticeable limp from where Reagan dislocated his knee. “Alpha ...” he stops when he sees me talking to Elias. “I’m sorry to barge in, but I think there’s a problem with the finances.” “What problem?” I ask.

His hands flex at his sides, his eager fingers twitching toward the Glock holstered under his jacket. “Think they know we’re coming?” Markus asks, his voice light, almost bored, as he spins a blade in his hand like a toy. “They will soon enough,” I reply, my tone clipped. He grins, a glint of something unhinged flashing in his eyes. “Good. I’m in the mood for some fireworks.” Of course, he is. Markus has always been like this. Controlled on the surface, polite even, but underneath? A goddamn psychopath, and tonight I’m letting him off the leash.

Humphrey stammered, “I’m sorry, Mr. Palmer. I was just informed that someone sneaked in without an invitation.” Mark’s gaze shifted to Lila and Marcus. His voice dripped with disdain. “And how did they get an invitation? If I recall correctly, the rule was that invited companies must meet strict financial criteria.” Marcus quickly stepped forward, forcing a polite smile. “Mr. Palmer, I’m Marcus Hawthorne from the Hawthorne Group.” He didn’t know who Mark was but assumed, based on Humphrey’s fear, that he must be someone powerful. Marcus hoped the Hawthorne family’s past influence would still count for something.

I never came here to escape from my mother’s mouth. “I came here to find information about a person.” “Who? And let me remind you, even if we’ve known each other for years--- You don’t tolerate passion paying. I know. I came here with another fresh meat to trade.” Markus grabbed a pen and paper, and handed them to me. “It’s not that I don’t trust you. I just needed your sign for inventory.” “You found a rat bite?” “Hmmm. And I’m sure the rat’s still nearby. So who was the unlucky man?”

I ask understanding how Markus can get when he’s angry, but I had no idea what he would do when he was desperate. “He’ll go straight to you and Austin, as in his eyes you and him are the only people that he can truly trust. He has plans and accounts set up so if he needed to, he can flee and start a brand new life” he explains which was smart of Markus, I mean with the life that he lives it’s smart he has a back up. “He wouldn’t want to leave his best worker and his favourite person, so he’s going to try and take you two with him” Jacob says as though it was nothing, it made me feel very uncomfortable to hear that I was Markus’s favourite person. Roman looks over at me on hearing Markus coul