Romans & histoires Twilight Marcus

The enforcer and Kyle walked into a side room Alpha Ryle was seated behind a solid oak desk. “Miss Jones,” Marcus said as he stood. He might be an alpha and a member of many councils, but he was also a Southern gentleman. He walked around the desk, extending his hand, taking hers, and kissed the back of her center knuckle, showing her a deep form of respect. “Angie,” he smiled as he dismissed the pair behind her. “Marcus,” she greeted. “I hear congratulations are in order.” Angela had heard that Marcus had found his mate.

After the death of Alpha Dagon Marcus, well he was hunted down by a group of hunters’ long time ago, his son; Angelo Marcus took over the leadership of Xander’s pack as their new alpha. The xanders pack consists of seventy werewolves. When Alpha Angelo took over he swore to change some rules that were not favourable to him and the entire pack. One of the ancient rules that he disliked was that the Alpha and Luna can’t reject each other. But now that he is the head Alpha in xanders pack, he could change the rules.

And I decided to change, to stop the drug lifestyle I had started and to take my life back. I opened a bookstore, which is doing quite well, I even have an assistant. It was much later that I learned who this mysterious man was. Calvin Lloyd, the alpha of the Twilight Pack. He had given me a mischievous look before holding out his hand, eyes as blue as the sky, he must have been twenty-eight years old. It was his hand that he had caressed his sex, I think I blushed when I recognized it. I didn't grab his hand and for three years now we've been fighting a cold war, me to hide the attraction I have for him, and him because he's a big jerk and nothing else. I wonder if he knows it was me that d

Yet the way both men were looking at me — like I was something they’d been starving for — made fresh wetness slick my thighs. Marcus was taller and broader than Damien, with a commanding presence that filled the entire room. His dark hair was neatly styled, and his deep brown eyes burned with barely restrained hunger as they raked over my exposed body. At forty, he carried himself like a man who was used to getting exactly what he wanted. “You’ve been teasing both of us for weeks, Elena,” Marcus said, his voice low and rough as he stepped closer. “Sitting in our lectures with those innocent eyes while your mind was somewhere filthy.”

Good. The bedroom door pushed open. Marcus walked in. He was loosening his tie, one hand on the knot. He looked wrecked, but in a good way. His skin was flushed. His shirt was unbuttoned one too many times. He smelled like sex He smelled like he had been rolling in Emilia. I looked at his neck. Right there, just above the collar of his shirt, was a fresh hickey. She had marked him. My wolf snarled inside my head. “Kill him. Rip his throat out.”

Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.

Marcus looked up and immediately wipe his tears, he even didn't avoid to chuckle silently while looking at Cassandra who's sleeping like an angel. For him, it's just really fun to think. He's a werewolf, an Alpha of the Moon Desire Kingdom. Since he was a kid, he also knows as a wolf who have no fear of anything, Marcus is a kind of wolf who knows for being powerful and strong. Yet, right now he is so weak and scared. He loves Ertha, but falling in love with Cassandra seems different. Everything that she does for him was special and beautiful, that it made him feel so scared to let her go, because he knows to himself that he becomes unfair to Cassandra.

"I've loved you since the day I found you bleeding in the forest. I've loved you through building Shadow Creek. Through raising the twins. Through everything. And I know you don't feel the same way. I know you're still hung up on Kai. But Elara, I need you to know that if you ever decide you don't want him, I'm here. I'll wait forever if that's what it takes." The confession hung in the air between us. Marcus loved me. Had always loved me. And I'd been too blind to see it. "Marcus." I didn't know what to say. "I—" "Don't." He held up a hand. "Don't explain or apologize. I'm not asking for an answer. I'm just telling you how I feel. Because if I don't say it now, if I watch you potentially ma

Once he is dead, the pack will stand no chance against me. A knock at the door interrupted my thoughts, and the air in the room seemed to grow heavier as a familiar figure entered. Marcus. He moved with an unnatural grace, his hood shadowing most of his face, but the faint glow of his unnervingly sharp eyes. I stood taller, refusing to show weakness, but even I couldn’t deny the weight Marcus brought with him. His presence was always unsettling, a constant reminder of the power he wielded; dark, ancient, and ruthless.