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Chapter 7 – Forbidden Territory

Author: Bamdel
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-29 17:44:29

The mark on my arm pulsed like a second heartbeat—constant, unwanted, and growing stronger with each hour.

I stood alone in my room, sleeve rolled up, watching the black ink twist across my skin like it had a purpose. It didn’t stop at my shoulder anymore. It had crept toward my collarbone during the night, inch by inch, like it was hunting something inside me.

I hadn’t told anyone.

Not yet.

Not because I was brave—hell, if anything, I was scared out of my mind. But I needed to understand what this thing was doing to me before the pack decided I was more curse than ally.

There was something strange in the pull I felt, like the way a storm builds quietly in your bones. No thunder, no warning—just a slow pressure that doesn't let up. It pointed one direction. East. Toward Ronan’s land.

Ronan’s land was off-limits. Everyone said so. Even Kieran, who rarely concerned himself with boundaries. Ronan’s wolves didn’t mix. His territory had its own laws, its own rhythm. People kept their dista
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  • ALPHA'S CURSED MATE    Chapter 45 – The Spark That Burns

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  • ALPHA'S CURSED MATE    Chapter 42 – Burn What’s Left

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