Marked for Desecration

Marked for Desecration YD La Mar Contents Copyright Acknowledgments Courtesy Warning Games Of The Underworld Untitled Clan Letos Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Epilogue Playlist GAMES OF THE UNDERWORLD Untitled Prologue: Lost Rubies Games of the Underworld About the Author Want updates and sneak peeks? Also by YD La Mar This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. Copyright © 2023 by YD La Mar All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or used in any manner without the written permission of the copyright owner except for the use of quotations in a book review. First paperback edition January 2022 Book Cover: Dexpress Covers Editor: Jessica Gilly Acknowledgments To my family, who remains steadfast. My rocks. My pillars of strength. To my beta readers. You guys are the real MVP. Thank you for sticking it with me through the initial phases of my writing journey to now. All of your feedback has inspired me to better myself and my writing ability. Everyone else who alpha read, thank you for bouncing ideas with me. To the GOTU team. You guys have made this project a sheer pleasure! To all of our laughs and crazy ideas. To my amazing PA, Jackie. Thank you for being with me, for encouraging me, for coming up with crazy ideas with me. I value you more than you know. To all my readers, thank you for giving me the chance. I hope I can continue to make you guys proud. Blurb In the game of war, you have to move the right pieces. Queens dominate the board and threaten their King’s destruction. Clans will be made pawns and in the end, only one will rise. In my subtle climb to power, the carnage left in my wake could be seen a thousand miles away. Hidden behind the dresses and finery, I’ve washed my hands clean with a demure smile. But among the sea of admirers I’ve collected like organs in glass jars, one dares to stand above the rest. This unknown fanatic proves to be even more bloodthirsty. Will I be able to unravel the mystery of my new devotee through the crimson coated gifts he leaves behind? Or will I be caught dead in his little game of predator and prey. They say kings pursue what they want. They’ve never met a woman like me. Courtesy Warning: This book may contain triggers for some. Contains scenes of graphic violence. Reader discretion is advised. GAMES OF THE UNDERWORLD The shadows of the underworld call your name. The rise and fall of empires, the vengeance of leaders Lost in a game of life and death, mercy becomes obsolete Survivors are left to destruction in search of hope in desolation. MARKED FOR DESECRATION is one of fifteen books within the Games of the Underworld shared universe. It is a standalone novel which can be read independently, but to get the full story, it is highly recommended to read all of the books within the series. Back to the beginning. Crimson Mourning: https://books2read.com/GOTU-prequel Step into a world filled with bloodshed and rivalry. The battle between clans and humans will uncover buried truths and treachery. Games of the underworld are afoot. Which side will you choose? www.warofthefive.com JOIN US HERE: Here's where the author normally dedicates their work to someone special, but because this is MY story and no one is more special than me, I've taken this spot to dedicate this book to myself. Ian Voss. You're welcome. Chapter One Valka “A woman’s power is always underestimated. Remember that, my child.” My mother plaited the side of my hair, pulling the strands so taut I could feel my scalp twinge in pinpricks of pain. Tears formed in my eyes while my pussy spasmed. It was quite inconvenient. Mother had always trained us Vargas children to do what we must to move into positions of power in this clan. Married off at a young age to one of the bigger players in the southern lands, my mother climbed the ranks quickly, but just as quickly toppled down once her husband got bored of her and found more wives and mistresses. A few of them weren’t missed. I wouldn’t make her mistake. “The men of Letos think they're on top. Never make your plans so easily known that they catch you in the game before you can even play, Valka.” “Yes, mother.” I stared into her eyes. Beneath the ugly scars that marred her once beautiful face, she unsuccessfully hid her pride. Her disfigurement was a gift from my father, the head of the southern families, during one of his spikes of temper. I couldn’t blame him. She was annoying at times. My brother, Devon, was the first to get tired of the stupidity of all these games. He left a couple of decades back and never returned. The last I heard he and his lover created some sort of cult out in the middle of some sad human territory. They were either utterly stupid or brilliant. I wondered how big the following was now. Humans were such stupid beings, easily gullible. Devon wouldn’t even necessarily need to make them thralls for them to follow like sheep to a slaughter. Standing in front of the mirror in this lavish dressing room, draped with soft fabrics, I watched as my mother walked behind me to cinch my waist in further than my body was truly capable. “Suck in a breath,” she snapped, as if I offended her senses. Grumbling, I did. Suddenly, a sharp pain hit me upside the head, and I stared daggers at the woman who bore me into this world through her