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CHAPTER 83: BROTHER IN ARMS

作者: Inkbyjane
last update 公開日: 2026-07-02 15:14:03

Devon took a slow step forward, the shattered glass covering the stone floor groaning and snapping beneath his heavy leather boots. Every tiny movement looked like a monumentally agonizing battle against gravity itself. His left shoulder was visibly dislocated, the bone jutting out at an unnatural, grotesque angle beneath his torn, blood-soaked leather tunic, but his right arm remained wrapped around the wicker travel basket like an unbreakable vise. The willpower required to keep that grip ste
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    The small cylinder of brittle parchment rolled across the blood-stained stone floor, its edges fraying as it bumped against the heavy leather of Marcus’s boot. A heavy silence slammed into the medical wing, instantly dampening the bright morning sunlight that streamed through the arched windows. ​Devon remained on one knee, his right hand still frozen in the air where he had just been holding the ceremonial dagger. His eyes tracked the rolled parchment with a look of bewilderment, his brow furrowing into deep, painful lines. ​Marcus didn't move for a full three seconds. His eyes, swirling with the newly absorbed celestial fire, locked onto the ancient script visible on the outermost layer of the parchment. The veins along his forearms pulsed with a low, dangerous light, reacting to the sudden spike of tension in his dominant Alpha core. ​Slowly, deliberately, Marcus leaned down. His large fingers picked up the brittle cylinder with immense care, as if he were handling a live exp

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    The harsh morning sun cut through the tall, arched windows of the Silver Ridge medical wing, casting sharp pillars of amber light across the rows of empty cots. The heavy scent of antiseptic, crushed eucalyptus leaves, and dried blood hung thick in the warm air. The chaotic roars of the night raid had finally given way to an exhausted silence that blanketed the entire pack house. In the furthest corner of the ward, Devon lay propped up against a stack of stiff linen pillows. His chest was wrapped in tight layers of white gauze that showed faint blooms of yellow ointment and dark red staining. His left shoulder had been reset, bound tightly to his torso with thick leather straps to keep the joint immobile. His face was a map of swollen bruises, but his eyes were clear, alert, and tracking the heavy oak doors at the end of the room. The doors swung open with a slow, deliberate creak. Marcus entered the room. He didn't wear his usual battle armor; instead, he wore a simple, dark tu

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    The blistering heat radiating from Elena’s skin was turning the air inside the ruined nursery into an inescapable furnace. The smell of scorched silk mixed with the acrid scent of burning flesh as the volatile fire continued to feed on her inner wolf. Her veins pulsed visibly against her throat, bright and erratic, like cracked glass holding back an explosion of liquid starlight. "Marcus, please..." Elena choked out, her vision fracturing into blinding shards of white and gold. She pulled baby Silas tighter against her shoulder, using her last ounce of physical strength to tilt her torso away from the child. "Take Silas. You have to... you have to take him before I break." "No," Marcus said, his voice dropping into a harsh, unyielding frequency that brooked absolutely no argument. His jaw was clenched so tightly a muscle leapt in his cheek. "I am not leaving you, Elena. And I am not letting you burn." Marcus shifted fully back into his human form, naked to the waist, his broad

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    The scent of charred silk and ozone hung thick in the freezing air of the ruined nursery. Elena remained on her knees, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she held baby Silas tightly against her collarbone. She could feel the rapid, frantic fluttering of her son’s heart against her chest. The infant had finally stopped crying, his tiny fingers locked around the tattered collar of her gown, his wide eyes reflecting the chaotic violet shadows dancing across the stone ceiling. Beside her, Devon lay slumped against the base of the shattered stone wall. A slow, steady stream of blood trickled from a deep gash on his temple, pooling around the broken shards of glass that littered the floor. His breathing was dangerously weak, his chest barely rising beneath his torn leather armor. He was completely unresponsive, leaving Elena alone to face the nightmare gliding through the splintered doorway. The lead witch moved with a weightless grace. Her tattered ash-colored cloak drifted behind h

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    The Great Hall of Silver Ridge felt like a tomb wrapped in gold. The air was dead, cold, and heavy with the suffocating scent of roasted meat, split wine, and pack tension. Above the long oak table, twelve massive iron chandeliers held thick tallow candles that flickered violently every time the m

  • Marked by My Alpha's Father   CHAPTER 12: BEHIND CLOSED DOORS

    The heavy oak doors of the Alpha’s private quarters clicked shut, locking Elena inside a luxurious cage of cedar wood, and the suffocatingly heavy scent of Marcus’s possessive aura. Elena paced the room, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Her mind was a chaotic storm, pulle

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