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Chapter 103 – What Won’t Be Taken
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Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 105 – Special Medicine
RonanHe leans down and licks my crown, a lazy stripe of tongue that has my fingers fisting in the sheet. He teases me slowly. Circles, tastes, breathes me in like he’s making up for a lifetime, and then opens his mouth and takes me in, hot and wet and smug as his throat works around me.My spine bows. “Eli.”He hums sinfully and the vibration punches through me. He sucks slow, cheeks hollowing, one hand wrapping the base in a firm ring while the other spreads over my belly like he owns the world under it. Every time I try to lift my hips, his palm presses me down.“Easy,” he murmurs, coming up slick and smiling, a string of spit gleaming between his mouth and my cock before it breaks. “Doctor’s orders.”“You’re not a doctor,” I grind out.“I am when you’re undressed. Though I suppose I am more of a life” He drags his tongue along a vein, kisses my lower belly, then mouths the place where my hip meets thigh, teeth just shy of cruel. “And when you’re an obedient patient, you get a trea
Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 104 – What a Wolf Keeps
RonanEli has arranged our bedroom like he’s staging a coup against discomfort.Fresh logs are stacked by the hearth, a pot of bone broth is steaming on the stove, bandages and salve lined up like soldiers on the bedside table. Alongside them there’s a honey and ginger concoction he forces me to sip on frequently and water that he keeps refilling. He’s changed the sheets twice today because “convalescent funk is not sexy,” fluffed my pillow with utter ruthlessness, and bullied me into ingesting fluids until even my wolf is resigned to being hydrated.My ribs ache in a way that means healing rather than crushed, and the puncture in my chest is scabbed clean and neat under the gauze. Eli did that. Not the field medic, not Mara’s steadiness, not Hazel’s quick hands. Eli’s palms, his will, his bloodline waking like a thunderclap. I won’t forget, because he doesn’t stop reminding me.He ladles soup, blows across the surface like I’m fragile, then feeds me a spoonful with theatrical care.
Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 103 – What Won’t Be Taken
EliThe world has gone very quiet inside my skull. Snow hisses somewhere to my left where a fire arrow is eating an old fir. Somebody cries out. A blade clatters. None of it matters.All I can hear is the absence where his breathing should be.“Come back,” I whisper, and it scrapes my throat raw. “You can’t leave me, Ronan. You’re too stubborn to die.”Nothing.The bond is a frayed wire under my ribs, sparking once, then going dark. I press harder on the hole in his chest, as if I can bully his heart into remembering its job. Hot blood pushes between my fingers anyway, slicking my wrists, spreading through the lines of my palms until they’re a map of him. My hands shake so hard I have to lock my elbows to keep pressure where it matters.He looks wrong. Too pale around the mouth. Too still in the shoulders. Ronan always seems to be in motion, even when he’s resting. I’m desperately searching for the faint twitch at his jaw that broadcasts he’s about to start a fight, the way his fing
Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 102 – The Line Between
EliThe cabin feels too small.I pace a trench into the floorboards, back and forth, hands flexing like they want a knife to grip. Every corner stinks of rut by now. Sweat, sex, fur, the raw animal press of days spent being claimed. My wolf thrums in it, restless, prowling just under my skin. His, his his. But the man in me wants to throw something.“Arrogant bastard,” I mutter. “Godsdamned domineering, self-righteous, thinks-he-knows-best-” My boot hits the wall. The impact rattles down the log. I don’t stop pacing.He told me to stay. Stay, like I was some fragile thing he couldn’t afford to put near sharp edges. Stay, like I wasn’t capable. Stay, like last time hadn’t proved him right.That’s the worst part. He wasn’t lying.Redmaw had dragged me off like a trophy. Ronan had carved half a warpath to get me back. And the rut…My throat closes. He said it like it was a failure. Like I had triggered something shameful, something dangerous. But this past week, being wrecked, used, wo
Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 101 – The First Cut
RonanThe woods taste of iron.The wind is sharp, pine biting the back of my throat, and under it the chemical tang of Redmaw’s barrels. They want to sour the bond, make us fight half-blind. My wolf shoves at my ribs anyway, teeth bare, claws eager. It wants blood, and it wants Eli. One of those I can give it.Jace moves like he’s an extension of the map we left behind. Sure of every gap and hollow, every trench dug and stake planted. He signals once, two fingers low, and the line flexes with it. Bows raised. Blades loose. We are a throat waiting to close.Draven Holt makes sure I see him. He stands atop a ridge of snow, broad-shouldered, dark hair bound with a leather cord, eyes like coals banked deep. Red paint slashes his cheekbones. He’s younger than Varek, hungrier, the kind of man who thinks rage alone can make him king. He lifts his arms like a priest.“Blackthorn!” His voice carries like a crack in the sky. “You took our Alpha. You stole our prize. Tonight we take back what
Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 99 – Ash and Sandpaper
RonanThe inside the cabin smells like home. It smells like us.The rut still clings to our skin, ground into sweat and bruises, thick in the seams of our clothes. It smelled strong enough in the open air. Shut inside four log walls, it blooms heavy, suffocating, thick as smoke. My wolf stretches in it, pleased, possessive. Mine, mine, mine. But the man in me knows the timing is a disaster. Any Blackthorn wolf with a nose will catch one whiff and know exactly what I’ve been doing instead of leading them.Nobody would begrudge an Alpha his rut, but the timing was fucking awful.Eli, naturally, makes it worse. He peels off his jacket, tosses it on the hook like he’s strolling in after a hunt, then wrinkles his nose. “Gods, we reek.” He eyes the washroom door, “Think I’ve got time for a quick shower before battle?”“No,” I say.He turns back, brows up. “Not even two minutes? I’ll be fast. Cold stream water didn’t exactly do the same as warm water and soap.”I know he’s not going to lik
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