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CHAPTER 73: COMMAND OF THE LUNA
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Marked by My Alpha's Father CHAPTER 73: COMMAND OF THE LUNA
Elder Craig’s laughter was ugly, echoing sharply off the stone walls of the war room. "An omega leading the elite vanguard into the Devil’s Throat? They would laugh you out of the canyon before they tore your throat out. You are not a warrior, Elena. You are a distraction." "I am the only thing standing between this pack and total annihilation tonight," Elena fired back, slamming the silver dagger straight into the center of the wooden map table. The blade quivered, embedded deeply into the painted terrain of the southern pass. "Look at yourselves! Look at your hands—they are shaking! You aren't acting like Alphas. You are acting like scared children because Marcus isn't here to hold your hands through the psychic link!" A tense silence slammed into the room. The sub-alphas bristled, their chests heaving, their fangs elongating in instinctual offense. But none of them could deny the truth. Without Marcus's thrumming, dominant psychic presence anchoring their minds, a paralyzing d
Marked by My Alpha's Father CHAPTER 72: THE BLOOD MOON ADVANCES
Before the command could be executed, the heavy oak doors of the throne room banged violently against the stone walls, splintering the wood. A scout from the southern perimeter burst into the hall, sliding across the bloody floor. He was covered in thick mud, sweat, and fresh blood. He fell to his knees, panting heavily, his chest heaving as he gasped for air, his eyes wild with the horror of what he had just witnessed. "Commander! The southern pass!" the scout screamed, his voice cracking with terror. "It’s Alpha Jax! The Blood Moon pack has breached the outer trenches! They launched a sudden night raid on the southern guard towers!" A collective gasp rippled through the elite guard. Vance lowered his sword by a fraction, his face instantly draining of all color. "How? The southern towers are fully fortified. Marcus personally set the guard rotations to ensure no gaps." "They knew the blind spots, sir!" the scout cried, clutching a deep claw wound on his shoulder that was seepi
Marked by My Alpha's Father CHAPTER 71: A SEDUCTION OF SOULLESS HEARTS
Instead of pushing him away, Elena forced her trembling hands flat against his chest. She didn't shove. Slowly, deliberately, she let her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, gripping him tightly. She tilted her head back, grabbing him tighter, completely exposing her throat to him, offering him the vulnerability he thought he was stealing. Use it, a fierce voice whispered inside her. He wants a conquest? Give him a trap. This is your opportunity. Marcus paused. His eyes narrowed in shock as he looked down at her. He had expected her to scream. He had expected her to claw at his face or beg for mercy. The sudden surrender in her eyes threw him off balance. "Not fighting?" Marcus murmured, his thumb tracing a harsh line across her cheekbone. "Have you realized your place so quickly, omega?" "I know exactly who I am, Marcus," Elena whispered, her voice breathless. She looked directly into his eyes, refusing to let him see her terror. "The question is, do you?" Marcus gro
Marked by My Alpha's Father CHAPTER 70: THE KING'S CURIOSITY
Silence devolved into a vacuum. No one breathed or moved. The elite guards stationed at the heavy oak doors wrapped their fingers so tightly around their spear shafts that their knuckles turned white. They stared, paralyzed and stunned waiting for the bloodbath that was sure to follow. No one struck Alpha Marcus. No one defied the tyrant of Silver Ridge. And certainly, no omega had ever laid a hand on him and lived to tell the tale. Elena kept her chin high, though her heart battered against her ribs like a trapped bird. Her hand stung from the impact, a sharp contrast to the dead aura radiating from the man before her. Marcus did not move. His head remained tilted to the side where her hand had forced it, his dark hair shadowing his face. Slowly he turned his head back to face her. A dark red imprint of her fingers was already blooming against his pale, chiseled jawline. For a terrifying second, his eyes were dead, empty pits. Then, a slow, predatory grin spread across his li
Marked by My Alpha's Father CHAPTER 69: FIGHTING FOR A GHOST
The charcoal silk gown felt like a shroud as Elena dragged herself down the sweeping stone corridor of the royal wing. In her arms, baby Silas slept fitfully, his tiny fist curled against her chest. The coldness radiating through the soul-tether wasn't just an emotional distance anymore—it was a biological void. It felt exactly like the night Marcus had flatlined in the courtyard, a freezing, hollow vacuum where her mate’s towering, possessive presence used to live. Except Marcus wasn’t dead. He was awake, and he had completely forgotten her. “If I cannot feel the bond, you have no right to my bed, Omega. Pack your things.” The brutal finality of his words echoed in her ears, sharper than any blade Devon had ever wielded. He had stripped her of her title, kicked her out of the royal suite, and relegated her back to the status of a kitchen rat in a matter of seconds. The dark magic parchment’s curse had done what no enemy vanguard could achieve—it had completely blindfolded his
Marked by My Alpha's Father CHAPTER 68: STRANGERS IN LOVE
The physical weight of Marcus’s Alpha aura crashed into the room like a collapsing stone wall, forcing Elena to take a quick step backward. The golden, volcanic heat that usually wrapped around her like a protective shield had turned into an hostile barrier. There was no warmth left in his presence. His eyes held the fierce, calculating coldness of a warlord reviewing a line of enemy prisoners. The gray mold of Camille’s Bond-Dampening curse had successfully insulated his inner wolf, erasing every single trace of the fated-mate recognition from his mind. "Marcus, please," Elena whispered, her voice a fragile sound against the heavy velvet drapes. She forced her spine into a rigid line of steel, refusing to let her knees buckle under the suffocating pressure of his power. "Look at the cradle. Look at your son, Silas. You know who I am. Fight the fog this time." Marcus did not look toward the cradle. He kept his predatory gaze locked entirely onto her face, his nostrils flaring as h
Marked by My Alpha's Father CHAPTER 48: THE SHAMAN’S SECRET
The silence inside the locked royal master suite was a heavy weight. Elena stood completely still in the center of the dark bedroom, her white linen shift long dry against her skin. Outside the double oak doors, the metallic clink of iron armor told her the double-guard line was firmly in place. M
Marked by My Alpha's Father CHAPTER 47: THE LUNA ACCUSED
The heavy metal shields of the vanguard guards formed a rigid, impenetrable wall of iron inside the narrow space of the royal nursery. The scent of fresh, hot blood mingled with the sharp tang of sulfur smoke from the corridor torches, turning the warm room into a tomb. Baby Silas, startled by Cami
Marked by My Alpha's Father CHAPTER 45: A CRACK IN THE FOUNDATION
The toxic accusation hung in the freezing air of the study like an unexploded mortar shell. Outside the cracked door, Elena felt the stone floorboards tilt violently beneath her bare feet. Her grip on baby Silas tightened in an involuntary spasm of terror, forcing the infant to let out a sharp cr
Marked by My Alpha's Father CHAPTER 44: POISONED WHISPERS
Two weeks passed, but the toxic scent of southern orchids never truly left the royal wing. Lady Camille did not return to her southern territory. Instead, utilizing her high status as the daughter of the pack’s most vital ally, she embedded herself into the daily operations of the inner keep. She a
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