Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath
He owns my mouth. My body. My fucking soul. But I never said he could have my heart.
Eli’s been chained before and it damn near killed him. So when he’s caught running through Blackthorn pack lands by Ronan Vale, the savage Alpha of a ruthless pack, he's horrified when the brute marks and claims him.
But Ronan doesn’t just bite. He binds. With ropes, with rules, with a voice that makes Eli's knees go weak and a touch that turns resistance into hunger.
The bond between them is feral. And Eli hates how much he wants it, how much he wants Ronan, even when he has him spread out and shaking, marked and owned, begging to be filled so he’ll stop feeling empty.
Eli swore no one would ever own him again. Then came the Alpha whose bond feels like a brand and a promise all at once.
He hates how much he wants it. Ronan’s voice. Ronan’s hands. Ronan’s brutal, worshipful need.
This isn’t love, it’s obsession. And Eli is afraid that he's starting to like it.
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Chapter: Chapter 201 – Blood Oath RenewedEliBlackthorn has never been this quiet.Not even the wind dares to whisper by the time the moon climbs to its full height. The air feels carved from silver and smoke.The courtyard has been cleared and ringed in torchlight. The brazier stands at its center, an old iron thing, carved with the same runes we all wear over our hearts. Someone polished it until it gleams.One by one, the pack gathers. Jace and Hazel first, their shoulders brushing as they take their place. Mara stands tall beside the flame, her face half-lit, half-shadow, the perfect commander even in peace. Vaughn’s here too, his Hollowrock wolves hanging back near the gates, silent and respectful.Ronan steps forward and the hush deepens. The light catches on his hair, the scar along his jaw, the metal clasp of his knife belt. He looks like something carved out of the mountain itself. Steady, eternal, a little terrifying.And somehow, mine.He gestures for me to join him and my feet move before my brain catches up. The
Last Updated: 2025-10-20
Chapter: Chapter 200 – The Alpha’s AllyMaraPeace has a lot more paperwork than war. Stacks of it, that needs to be filed in triplicate.By the second week of relative calm, my desk looks like it’s trying to breed.There are requisitions from Hollowrock, reports from Silvercrest, border patrol updates, trade agreements, hunting permits, and an entire pile of anonymous suggestions about which packs we should ally with and what to demand from them.I’ve fought Redmaw raids with less aggravation.Eli says I should be grateful. “You wanted stability,” he told me yesterday, sprawling across my chair like he owns it. “This is what stability looks like. Boring. Bureaucratic. It’s up to you to make it sexy. Be creative. Create moments of joy. Maybe you can seduce Alpha Vaughn on your desk?”I threw a quill at his head, which he caught easily and called ‘proof of your deep affection for me.’He’s been more unbearable than usual since we got back. Ronan keeps him too busy to cause real trouble, but that doesn’t stop him from meddl
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Chapter: Chapter 199 – The Lesson of ControlJaceThe cold seeps into me from below. An unforgiving contrast to the furnace that burned between us before we were too tired to keep going and passed out in each others arms. It's not the biting cold of the storm anymore, but the deep, damp chill of the ancient stone radiating up through the thin blanket. My muscles are tight, humming with the thick, glorious ache of the aftermath.I open my eyes and the sight that meets me makes the breath still in my lungs. Hazel lies next to me, her body curled into mine, her skin catching the light of the dying fire. She’s perfectly exposed, and the sight of her drives a heavy, thick ache of possession through my groin. I prop my head up on an elbow, breathing deep, savoring the musk of sweat, sex, and rain that still clings to her. Even in slumber, I felt the victory, but now it burns with the heat of a thousand suns. The relentless wolf I unleashed has done its work. The General is back in charge for now, but the wolf’s satisfaction is abso
Last Updated: 2025-10-18
Chapter: Chapter 198 – FinallyHazelWhen he kisses me, it’s a collision. A violent, possessive claim that shatters the fragile composure I’ve been building for a year. His mouth should be declared a dangerous weapon. I lose my breath. I lose my name. For a moment all I can do is hold on to his shoulders in order to stay upright. My sanity is lost somewhere between us. He pulls back an inch, his dark eyes burning. “Still angry?”“Please kiss me again,” I beg in a whisper, the raw submission making my voice shake. I’m a strong, independent female. Unless Jace and nudity is involved apparently.He does, without hesitation. The second kiss is slower, deeper, the kind that rearranges your idea of what breathing is for. I’m so hot, I want to cast off the blanket covering me. I forget the actual fire until his large, rough palm slides up the back of my neck and the raw warmth of his skin outshines it. Every bit of snark deserts me at once. I am left bare. “Tell me to stop, Delta,” he says, voice rough with command. Not
Last Updated: 2025-10-17
Chapter: Chapter 197 – The WatchtowerHazelWhen the rain starts sluicing down and it’s immediately obvious that the bridge will be flooded and impassable, I’ve already decided I’m going to kill Eli.Not quickly. Slowly. With paperwork. Because if there’s one thing that little fucker can’t stand, it’s tedium. Rain sheets across the ridge, swallowing the road behind us like a greedy beast. The old watchtower looms ahead, gray stone half-crumbled, its door hanging by one hinge. The ruinous isolation is not why I’m afraid to run in there. The being trapped with Jace in a confined space, all by ourselves, is a much more daunting prospect.Jace’s voice cuts through the downpour. “Get inside. Now.”He doesn’t shout. Authority just lives in his tone, heavy, absolute and unquestionable. I shoulder past him out of sheer spite, dripping water everywhere, and drop my pack with a rebellious thud. None of this is actually his fault, but somebody has to bear witness to how fucking pissed off I am.“Wonderful,” I mutter. “Trapped. Cold
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Chapter: Chapter 196 – A Trap of His Own MakingEliSome people meddle quietly. I prefer style.The morning feels too calm. The pack is busy rebuilding, Ronan’s being disgustingly competent, and I’m restless. I’ve already decided happiness shouldn’t be hoarded, now I just have to find a way to spread the joy. Specifically in Hazel and Jace’s direction. Anyone unfortunate enough to get stuck in a room with the two of them ends up feeling like they’ve walked into a lovers’ quarrel halfway through act two. Where the lovers in question are studiously ignoring each other. It’s unhealthy.So, naturally, I take it upon myself to fix it.It takes a bit of wrangling to get all the pieces into place, and a hell of a lot is riding on the weather doing what it’s supposed to, but by mid-morning the ball is rolling.Hazel needs to pick up a supply delivery from Hollowrock. A handful of barrels stored near the old watchtower halfway down the ridge road. Normally, she’d drag two juniors with her. Today, she’s getting Jace.She doesn’t know that y
Last Updated: 2025-10-16
Chapter: Chapter 146 – All the Little ThingsSophiaSix months later, the city feels like a different place. Or maybe it’s just me.The book sits heavy in my lap, its cover glossy, my name embossed in silver letters. Glass Houses: The Rise and Fall of Elena Vasquez. It feels strange, holding the story of the last year in my hands, bound and permanent, when so much of it felt like smoke and mirrors at the time. It’s called a bestseller now and award committees whisper my name. But all I can think about is how Marrin trembled on the stand, how Herbert sweated through his wire, how Elena smiled as if the walls were collapsing around someone else.The cost of truth doesn’t fit neatly between two covers. But it’s there, invisible ink only I can see.Marcus reads it sometimes when he thinks I’m asleep. I catch him with the lamp on, brow furrowed, finger tracing the words like they’re more dangerous than bullets. When I ask, he only shrugs and says, “You wrote truth like a blade. I’m proud of you.” And maybe that’s the only review I’
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Chapter: Chapter 145 — Sentencing & PromisesMarcusThree weeks is just enough time for the adrenaline to drain from your veins and leave only the ache behind.The courthouse looks the same as it did during the trial. Columns like stone sentries, the hum of cameras outside, the smell of disinfectant that clings to your clothes. But today is different. Today isn’t testimony or strategy. It’s judgment.Elena sits at the defence table in a charcoal suit, hair pulled sleek, eyes forward. She doesn’t look at me, not once. Maybe she knows if she did, I’d see the cracks. Maybe she doesn’t want me to.The judge’s words are measured, deliberate. Twenty-five years to life. The gavel strikes, and the sound echoes like a door slamming shut.Elena doesn’t flinch. Not outwardly. But I see the minute twitch of her jaw. It’s the performance of a woman who’s lost everything but refuses to give the audience the satisfaction of seeing her break.My hands are locked together in my lap, the pressure of my fingers digging into my palms. Relief crashes
Last Updated: 2025-09-19
Chapter: Chapter 144 – Jamie’s JoyJamieIt happens on the sidewalk, of all places.One second I’m fumbling for my phone outside Noah’s bakery, the other I’m staring at the metal glint of a key in his palm.He just holds it there, no ceremony, no little velvet box. Just Noah in his flour-dusted hoodie, cheeks pink from the November chill, saying, “I thought you should have your own key to my apartment. For… whenever.”My stomach flips like I just jumped out of a plane without checking the parachute straps.I take the key before I can overthink it. It’s warm from his hand, heavier than a normal key should be.“Wow. Romantic,” I say, voice wobbling around the sarcasm. “No speech? No flowers? Just handing it over like you’re loaning me your Netflix password?”He smirks, “Do you want flowers? I could go get you some and we can re-enact the whole thing.”“Only if they’re edible,” I shoot back. “A cookie bouquet, preferably.”But the joke doesn’t hide the truth buzzing under my skin. This is big. Monumental. And terrifying.
Last Updated: 2025-09-18
Chapter: Chapter 143 – The AftermathSophiaThe verdict follows us like a shadow all the way home. Elena’s mask has finally cracked, and the jury cut her down piece by piece. Guilty. Guilty. Guilty.Marcus’s hand stays clamped around mine as if letting go would undo it all. Even as we step into his apartment, the air heavy with silence, he doesn’t release me. His suit jacket drops to the chair, his tie half-loosened, but the tension in his shoulders doesn’t ease.Neither does mine.I know what he’s thinking. What we’re both thinking. This is the end of Elena’s reign, but probably not the end of her shadow. Still, for tonight, I don’t want shadows. I want him.I tug on his hand and lead him toward the bedroom without a word.He stops in the doorway, eyes storm-dark, voice rough. “Sophia…”I don’t let him finish. My lips press to his, hungry, needy, dissolving everything in the heat. He groans into my mouth, one hand cupping the back of my head, the other spreading over my lower back.The kiss deepens frantically, like we’
Last Updated: 2025-09-18
Chapter: Chapter 142 – Elena’s FallMarcusThe courtroom hums like a beehive, every whisper and cough magnified under the vaulted ceiling. The judge adjusts his glasses, the jury files in, pens scratch on yellow pads. But all of it blurs the second Elena Vasquez rises from the defense table and smooths her dress.She doesn’t look like a woman on trial for laundering millions, conspiring with the mafia, and ordering hits on several people. She looks like the Elena I used to know. The one who could charm senators at fundraisers and dance barefoot in her penthouse with a glass of Bordeaux.But her eyes give her away.There’s something brittle there, sharp as a cracked mirror.The defense attorney leads her through the opening questions like she’s a guest of honor instead of the accused. “Ms. Vasquez, can you explain how you became entangled with Bainbridge Global?”She exhales sadly, the sound catching faintly on the mic. “I had debts. Gambling debts. I was younger then and did something incredibly foolish. Bainbridge appr
Last Updated: 2025-09-17
Chapter: Chapter 141 - First NightJamieNoah’s apartment smells like roasted chicken and potatoes when he opens the door, and for some reason that almost undoes me more than any kiss could.“Hey,” he says, leaning on the frame like he has all the time in the world. His hair’s damp, curling a little at the edges, like he just showered. His shirt is soft gray, sleeves rolled up. Domestic, unfairly gorgeous.“It smells amazing in here,” I manage, stepping inside. My heart’s tap-dancing in my throat. I’ve been on dates before, had flings, hooked up in ways I’d rather not detail. But this feels different. This feels like standing at the edge of something big.The table’s set with candles, actual cloth napkins and two glasses already half-filled with chilled white wine. A loaf of crusty bread sits between us like it’s starring in its own Food Network special.“You’re unbelievable,” I tell him, dropping onto a chair. “It seems unfair that you can cook as well as you bake.”He grins, sliding into the seat across from me. “Did
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