Chapter 3
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Marcus’s smirk widened as the thrill of the moment coursed through him. His dark mood lifted, and his green eyes gleamed.
"Finally, something interesting," he muttered, rolling his neck like a predator loosening up before a hunt.
Through the mind link, his Beta, Cedric, interrupted his thoughts. "Alpha, would you mind? I think we have a situation."
Marcus turned his head slightly, his sharp gaze locking onto the bartender.
The man’s movements were too deliberate, his hand hidden beneath a handkerchief. Marcus’s sharp instincts picked up the metallic scent of a weapon—a gun tucked carefully under the fabric.
"He’s armed," Cedric mind-linked, his tone tight. "Let me handle him."
Marcus gave Cedric a chilling side-eye that said more than words ever could. Cedric straightened immediately, swallowing the urge to defy his Alpha. Marcus, after all, wasn’t known for tolerating insubordination.
Before Marcus could address the situation, the brunette in the silver dress—Malakai’s little fling—sauntered toward him.
Her hips swayed with purpose, her every step deliberate. Marcus’s eyes flicked to her, his lips curling into a wicked smile as she leaned in close, her perfume teasing his senses.
Her fingers grazed his chin as she whispered, “He’s human. At the count of three.”
And with that, she walked away, her cryptic words lingering in the air. Marcus’s smirk deepened. “I like cunning women like that in my bed, Cedric,” he said aloud, amusement flickering in his voice.
Cedric smirked, though his attention remained on the bartender. Marcus began counting under his breath. One… Two…
At three, the bartender stepped forward, placing a drink on the table. “Sir, you asked for—”
The man never finished his sentence. Marcus moved like a shadow, his hand darting out to snatch the gun from beneath the handkerchief. In one fluid motion, he c****d it and fired a single shot into the man’s forehead.
The bartender crumpled to the floor, lifeless. The room fell silent, and when the lights flickered back on, all eyes were on Marcus.
He casually blew the smoke from the barrel of the gun, his expression one of calm disinterest. Some guests screamed, and others scrambled to get away, their fears obvious.
"You should’ve let me take over," Marcus’s wolf growled in his mind. "I would’ve ripped his head off and fed on his spine. Imagine the chaos."
Marcus’s lips twitched into a faint smirk as he replied internally, "And send every human here into suicidal terror? I’d rather keep things neat."
He turned sharply, walking away without sparing the body another glance. His movements were precise, each step exuding dominance and power. As he approached the entrance to his royal suite, he gestured to Cedric without breaking stride.
“Get me some women to warm my bed,” he commanded, his voice a low rumble that brooked no argument.
Cedric bowed slightly, acknowledging the order before disappearing into the crowd.
Marcus entered his suite, slamming the door behind him. The lavishly decorated room did little to quell the restlessness in his chest. Flowers had been arranged meticulously on the bed, and their fragrance irritated him.
He swept the bouquet to the floor with a growl, pacing the room like a caged animal. The itch beneath his skin, the primal urge for intimacy, clawed at him relentlessly. His breathing grew ragged as his control began to slip.
Tearing his shirt off, he tossed it aside, his muscles rippling with pent-up energy.
The clock on the wall ticked incessantly, a cruel reminder of the void he desperately wanted to fill. His voice boomed, vibrating through the walls. “Where the hell are the women? Do I have to hunt my toy down myself?”
The wolf within him snarled in agreement, its hunger mingling with his own. Marcus ran a hand through his hair, his patience evaporating. His vision dimmed, red seeping into the edges as his instincts threatened to take over.
Steeling himself, Marcus left the suite, his bare chest heaving as he stalked the hallways. His aura was suffocating, and every human he passed instinctively pressed themselves against the walls to avoid him.
Then, he paused. His heightened senses caught the faint scent of a female—something sweet yet laced with sorrow.
The scent led him to the royal suite next to his. His pulse quickened as he approached the door, and without hesitation, he broke it open with a powerful shove.
Inside, Aurora was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands trembling as she wiped away tears. Her back was to him, and she didn’t seem to notice his entrance.
“Malakai,” she sobbed, her voice cracking. “I’ve been trying to tell you this for so long… but now, I think I can finally say it. I’m done. I’m done with us.”
Marcus froze in the doorway, the raw pain in her voice cutting through the haze of his lust. His wolf stirred, growling low in his mind. "She smells… experienced. She’s been mated before."
Marcus clenched his fists, his jaw tightening. The beast within him wanted to pounce, but something about Aurora’s vulnerability stopped him. He stepped further into the room, his movements slow.
Aurora turned sharply, her tear-streaked face pale as she registered his presence. “You—what are you doing here?” she stammered, backing away.
Marcus’s piercing gaze pinned her in place. His voice was low, almost a whisper, but it carried the weight of a storm. “You’re done with him. Good. He doesn’t deserve you.”
Aurora’s heart pounded, her instincts screaming at her to run, but her legs refused to move. Marcus’s presence was overwhelming, his towering frame and predatory aura.
“Leave me alone,” she said, her voice trembling.
Alpha Marcus tilted his head, his gaze piercing Aurora's very soul.
His hands grasped her face, his fingers tracing her skin with an unnerving gentleness. Then, his claws elongated, gleaming in the dim light like razor-sharp knives.
Aurora's heart racing, she screamed for help, memories of the gruesome rumors flooding her mind: Marcus, the ruthless killer, who had slaughtered his own mates.
A chill ran down her spine as she realized she might be his next prey.
Her breath hitched as he took another step closer. His wolf growled within, its impatience obvious. "Tear off her clothes. She’s ours for the night."
“Silence,” Marcus snapped internally, fighting to keep control.
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