Marked by my father's enemy alpha

It had been 279 days since the full moon, the night I was supposed to shift and prove that I was worthy of the Moon Blessed pack. But my wolf never came, and ever since that day, my father reminded me that I was a failure.“An Alpha’s daughter should not be treated like this,” I thought to myself.The whip slashed across my back once more, jolting me out of my thoughts.“Faster, omega,” my father snarled.I bit down on the scream clawing up my throat, and continued scrubbing the floor.I said nothing. I never said anything. Words only made the punishment worse.“Useless,” he said, spitting on me.“You can’t do the only thing you’re good at. A wolf that cannot shift isn’t a wolf at all. You are nothing, Lira.” He turned and walked into the courtyard.The Moon Blessed pack wasn’t supposed to be like this. We were known for powerful visions, gifts from the goddess herself. But me? I couldn’t even shift. I was renowned as the only daughter of an alpha who wasn't even good enough to be ran

Lira's POV My father’s confession rang in my head as the guards loaded me onto the carriage.For a moment I couldn't breathe. I wasn't wolf-less by nature. It was stolen from me by the person who was supposed to protect and love me. I had been betrayed. My father was untied and forced to sign over half of his possessions. I wanted him to lose more than what Damien demanded. I wanted him to have a glimpse of how it felt to be me. But I reminded myself that Damien was unpredictable. I didn't know his purpose for me yet. I could be killed and this whole act of sympathy was just one of his manipulative tricks.The pack could only stare as we were hauled past them. Some looked away while others pitied me. My father stood defeated. Anger filled his eyes, probably because his puppet, Ronin, was taken away from him.I caged her wolf. Those words were etched in my mind permanently. I will never forgive him. Not Salcan. Not Ronin. Not anyone.As we moved deeper into the woods, the light of

Salcan's POV“You were supposed to guard the gates,” I said, striking him again. “You had one job but instead you let those Bloodborne mongrels stroll into my land.”The gamma tried to speak, his mouth bleeding. “My Lord, I… they came in the storm, we didn't see them…”“Didn't see them?” I said, letting out a gut-wrenching laugh. “Maybe you were too busy plotting to take what is mine. You did this. You worked with Blackthorne to raid us.”I pulled on his hair, forcing him to face me. “Do you know what your reckless mistake cost me? And you think I would let your bloodline live to breed more weakness?”The Gamma screamed. His pain was like food to me. I wanted him to suffer. I had no one else to blame. Before I could deliver the final strike, an omega stumbled into the room, panting.“My Lord, forgive the interruption, but a messenger from the Tarlock pack is here. He requests your audience. He says he was sent to ask about Ronin. He hasn't written home since the last full moon.”My ha

Lira's POV “Do it,” Syvira whispered, her voice low but commanding.“I can't,” I said, choking out of fear.“He would have let them tear you apart,” Syvira hissed. “He would have watched you die.”“Ronin's voice cut through my internal conflict. “Lira, you are not like them. Don't do it.”That was what broke me. I wasn't like them and couldn't return to who I was.My eyes met his and I could see it. Fear was twisting his body inside out. The same type of fear I felt every night under my father's roof. Something he never tried to save me from.If I wanted to belong, I had to do what was expected of me. I drew breath and pressed the blade to his throat.“As you die, I pray everything about my past dies with you,” I said, certain that I was making the right choice.Before I knew it, his body went limp. I killed for the first time. I collapsed onto my hands. My whole world was falling apart. I felt an unbearable pain spread throughout my body. My vision blurred and my body went stiff.

Lira's POVThe moment we arrived, Seav carried a few bags of food and headed off to the kitchens while I was led to the training ground. Aragon hovered around me like a shadow.We were led to the side of the coast. I had barely put on the straps Aragon had handed me earlier before Alura began to speak.“Look at the wolves around you. You're not here to build friendships. You are all here as equals. Ranks do not exist here. Your rank is defined after you complete your training,” Alura said, pulling out an old scroll.“Today, you will all learn how to hunt game. In the face of battle, the most important thing is strength. And without food, the body is weak. You can only move on to the next stage of the training after you pass this stage,” she continued.The training was brutal. I learned how to track by scent and move silently over slick stones. I learned how to drown out the sound of crashing waves and listen for movement. I could as well say “we learned,” because Syvira did most of t