Marshall X Skye Novels & Stories

Annalise: The sound of glass shattering echoed through the room. My hand trembled as I stared down at the fragments scattered across the floor, red wine bleeding into the white marble like spilled rage. “They went out,” the messenger stammered, looking down at the glass, clearly questioning is own words before saying them. “All day, Alpha Xavier and his Luna. The whole pack knows. He took her to the coast, just the two of them. The guards say…” “Enough,” I hissed.

She looked up through those wild lashes, revealing her ocean-blue wide eyes that looked at me with curiosity. Just look at her so unaware that everything; her hours, her breath, her unborn child, was about to belong to me. “Oh… hello, Mr. Scarpa,” she said. “You can drop the formalities,” I said, easing a step closer like a priest at a confessional. “Montana, mind if I come in?” She hesitated like she was unsure, but politeness won. She stepped aside. The dog didn’t bark—good! One day, it would watch me fuck it's owner on every surface her dead husband ever touched. Even the garden.

the woman said before waving goodbye to him. With a disturbed mind caused by Cassie, Skye turned around to go to his usual spot whenever he couldn't sleep. His friend was coincidentally there, so he greeted him. It was a nice warm place with beverages and illicit cocktails with only a few people. For a wealthy and handsome CEO like him, this was an ideal to keep a low profile. "So, how's your company doing?" his friend asked, holding a glass of a potent beverage. Skye drank his drink at once, and the glass thudded on the tabletop. He then just stared at his glass for a while. Biting his lower lip, rage slowly formed in his heart. "She's here," he uttered with a mixture of irritation and disb

He opened the lock and pushed the door open. Zephyra walked into the room after him. She looked around at the tacky decor and the terrible arrangement of the room. "Is this your cabin?" She was forced to ask. "No." Bailewick said. "It is the place where your parents and I keep everything we find out about the sea dwellers, or at least the ones we could save from the shipwreck." "Sea dwellers?" "You saw it the other night, didn't you." "You mean the fish person."

Suddenly, Skye exasperatedly turns to glare at the old man. ****tbc****

Jacob asked anxiously. Hearing his question, Scorpia frowned even harder. She replied, "That's absolutely impossible! Skye is considered the top of the Domain Realm! She wouldn't have a hard time killing Felix! Maybe she was just held back by something?"

He shifted and pulled his shirt collar aside revealing his own shoulder. There on his skin was an identical mark. A crescent moon glowing faintly silver in the dim light of the car. My breath caught. "What is that?" "A mate mark." He let his shirt fall back into place and his eyes met mine. "You're my second chance mate Skye. The Moon Goddess has given me another chance at happiness and she chose you." "But I was already mated." The words tumbled out. "Rhory was my mate. He rejected me last night."

Jaxon I can't stop replaying the conversation. Skye went to Woolf for help. Trusted him—another Alpha, someone she hasn't seen in years—over her own mate. And now she's meeting with Diana in secret, discussing things she won't share with me. The betrayal burns like acid in my chest. I'm in her office, standing in the middle of the room where she just dismissed me like I was nothing, looking for... what? Evidence? Proof that she's planning something worse than just going behind my back?

Heidi's cheeks were pale, and her entire body was covered in bandages after they tended to her. Seeing the press, she promptly seized the moment and started crying in front of the cameras, rasping in grief, "It's all Zoe Harris' fault! That stupid woman insisted we go shark diving while she's on her period, and her bleeding sent the sharks into a frenzy! We would have been fine without her—I would still have my arm, and everyone would be alive. She's so selfish! It's all her fault!" The crowd erupted in an uproar at her words. While all the journalists all turned their cameras at me, the rubberneckers were clearly scowling and murmuring in disapproval.