His to Mark

His to Mark

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He marked me when I was fifteen-then vanished. Now I'm wearing white for another man. A man I didn't choose. A man who doesn't care if I bleed. Cassian Thorne was my first everything. My shadow in the woods, my forbidden secret, my lion. He claimed me young with a bite that still burns beneath my skin-and then disappeared, leaving me to rot in a gilded cage. Eleven years later, I'm a political pawn in an arranged mating between old money and old blood. But the past doesn't stay buried. Not when he returns-feral, furious, and more dangerous than ever. He doesn't ask for forgiveness. He doesn't ask for permission. He takes what's his. Me. Now I'm running through the woods again, heart pounding, dress in tatters, prey to the only predator I ever wanted. And he's not the boy I loved. He's a king of monsters, and I am his marked mate. No crown. No cage. Just claws, fangs, and a promise written in blood. 🔥 A fast-burn, villain-obsessed fated mates shifter romance full of primal chase, filthy dominance, and a love that never forgot how to bite.
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They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

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