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Chapter 15 - Ghosts From Before
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Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 19 - Lines in the Snow
EliThe wind cuts through the trees, sharp as broken glass.I pull the jacket tighter around me, wishing the cold would numb more than my fingers. Nothing seems capable of quenching the fire that burns under my skin all the time now.Jace walks ahead, steady and silent, his boots leaving heavy prints in the crusted snow. I follow, trying to match his pace, but my stride is nowhere near as wide as his.The path curves along the eastern border, where wooden posts jut from the snow. Each carved with sigils burned deep into the wood. Some posts are decorated with bones. Real ones. They rattle when the wind rushes through. I force my hands into my pockets and keep walking.“Quiet,” Jace says without looking back.I don’t argue. There’s nothing to say. I haven’t said a word since we left the camp and my steps are as soft as they’re ever going to be.My lungs ache with the cold. My head aches with too many questions. I watch the treeline. Each shadow looks like it might move.A lone raven
Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 18 - The Redmaw Threat
RonanThe office smells of smoke, old leather, and blood dried into the cracks of the wood.Maps sprawl across the table, overlapping in layers of scars and borders. Knives pin the corners down. Each mark is a choice I’ve made. Each line a wound. Blackthorn territory stretches wide, but beyond it lies Redmaw country. The shadow in the trees, always pushing, always testing. Looking for a way to take what’s ours.Mara stands at my shoulder, braid swinging as she leans in. Her eyes are sharp as flint in the lamplight, catching every detail. “The scouts have reported seeing three of them. Claw marks in the bark to mark their path. Fresh tracks in the snow.”I drag my finger across the northern ridge. “Here?”She nods. “Past the old watchtower. Bold little bastards.”My jaw tightens. “They’re looking for weaknesses.”Her nails click against the table edge, restless. “So what are you going to do about it?”I straighten slowly, the lantern light throwing my shadow tall across the wall. “W
Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 17 - Blood in the Dirt
EliThey drag the man in just after noon.Two enforcers have him by the arms, his boots carving deep grooves in the frozen earth. His head jerks like a trapped animal’s, hair matted with sweat and blood. The clearing stills as the pack forms a wide ring, the low chatter dying until all I hear is the wind cutting through the trees and the crackle of the bonfire.I stand near the edge, arms aching from the logs I’ve been ordered to haul. But far too stubborn to stop.All my life I’ve been told I’m nothing but a weak Omega, but I know that’s bullshit.If they allowed me to train the way the other werewolves train, I’d be as strong as any of them. Jace is a few steps away, expression unreadable, arms folded. Everyone else watches with a strange mix of anticipation and fear. I keep my eyes on the man’s limp hands. His knuckles are split open, nails dirty. He fought like hell not to be brought here. But when he speaks, his voice is saturated with panic.“Alpha, please. I didn’t touch t
Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 16 - Watchful Eyes
JaceThe night air is sharp, biting through my jacket like frozen knives as I lean against the lodge's railing.Below, the clearing hums with low conversation. Wolves moving like shadows between the cabins, their voices a constant murmur of pack politics and territorial disputes. My eyes track one shadow in particular. He’s stacking the last of the crates, shoulders tight as a coiled spring, movements clipped and precise. He's still rattled from being hauled before the council. I can smell it on him, sharp and bitter, like a fox backed into a corner with nowhere left to run.I rub a hand over my jaw, the old scar at my chin pulling tight. A reminder of the night I earned my place at Ronan's side. Ronan was right to bring him in, even if the council hates it with every fiber of their being. An omega marked by the Alpha means less trouble from rival packs, not more. Protection through possession. But looking at him now, watching the way he flinches at every sound, I can't shake the
Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 15 - Ghosts From Before
EliThe crates are heavier than they look.My palms burn raw as I drag one from the truck's rusted bed, muscles screaming as I stack it onto another. The wood splinters bite deep, drawing blood that I taste when I suck my fingers clean. I hiss under my breath, shake it off, keep working. The cold air slices my face like a blade but sweat pools at the base of my spine, soaking the threadbare shirt they threw at me this morning.This part of the camp breathes menace. Ancient trees clawing at the clearing's edges, patrol wolves moving like death between the shadows. I can feel the border not far beyond, marked by hanging bones that gleam white in the weak sun and carved warnings that promise agony. A reminder that running leads to teeth tearing through your spine."Careful with those, pretty boy."The voice cuts through the air, young and sharp as a switchblade. I glance over my shoulder. A lanky wolf about my age, maybe a year or two younger, lounges against a crate with a grin th
Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 14 - The Alpha's Game
RonanThey scatter when I dismiss them. Jace lingers just long enough to meet my eyes, his stare a quiet question, before he too steps away.The fire spits and pops in the quiet that follows. I stand at the head of the table, fingers tapping once on the scarred wood before I draw my knife free of its sheath. The blade gleams orange in the light. I press it flat against my palm, feeling the bite of metal against calloused skin. Not enough to cut. Not yet.He surprised me.That soft-spined, pretty, omega exterior of his hides steel. He stood in front of my council and didn't beg. He came out with the truth when pressed. Raw and jagged, but hiding nothing. The breeding pens. The punishments. I’ve seen them for myself. It’s cruelty beyond even what I’m prepared to dish out.And he not only survived them with his angelic face and tempting body. He quietly rebelled. Planned and executed his escape.I close my eyes, let the memory of him fill my head. The curve of his throat beneath my
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