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Chapter 55 – Teeth in the Silence
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Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath CHAPTER 71 – Quiet Sabotage
MaraThe first thing I notice is the weight. The armory door should drag a little on its hinges. Too much humidity in these mountains, the timber swells. But tonight it swings open without that familiar resistance. My fingers hover on the iron latch a heartbeat too long before I push inside.The familiar smell envelops me. Oil, steel, cold stone. Normally it’s clean, orderly, a space that reassures me the pack’s teeth are always sharp. I step in, boots echoing against the planked floor. The torches on the wall flicker as I run my gaze over the racks. My gut goes cold.Two long rifles are gone from the upper hooks. A set of silvered throwing knives are missing from the locked case at the back. I check the lock for signs of tampering, but it’s intact. Someone had the key. I pull the ledger from its shelf, flipping pages under my thumb. Last entry for those weapons? Three days ago. Logged as “maintenance” by Reed, one of our Deltas. I’ll talk to him later, but my instincts tell me thi
Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 70 – Territory Lines
RonanThe air is cold and sharp today. The kind of cold that wakes the senses, that makes every shift of wind feel like a whisper carrying someone else’s scent.We’ve been running the northern edge of Blackthorn for two hours now, and the trail is too clean for my liking. Too quiet after all the activity in the preceding days.Then I see it. A claw mark carved deep into the trunk of a pine, the sap still bleeding fresh and gold. The edges are deliberately ragged. This wasn’t a lazy stretch from a passing wolf, this is a signature.I step closer, palm against the grooves and inhale deeply. It’s someone from Redmaw, without a doubt.The wolf in me shoves against my ribs, all teeth and forward momentum. I can almost see them in my mind’s eye. A scout with too much confidence and not enough speed, thinking they can leave their stink on my border without consequence.It would be easy to follow the trail. Hunt it down. Tear it open.Instead, I roll my shoulders back and force the impulse d
Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 69 – The Long Game
LoranI know how to play the long game. It’s the only way to survive in Blackthorn if you’re not born into teeth and territory.Eli doesn’t.He’s still walking around like he can win people with that wide-eyed act and a mouth that doesn’t know when to close. The pack is still in its “he’s shiny and new” phase with him, but that will fade. I’ll make sure of it.It starts small. Always small.I drop remarks where they’ll land best. A mutter to a Beta about how I overheard Eli talking about Blackthorn’s market routes and how Ashgrave should look at using them. A comment to a Delta about how Ronan’s spending more time in his cabin than in the war room. A shrug and a glance, like I’m just making small talk, not standing there with matches in hand, ready to light the fuse.The trick isn’t to make anyone believe he’s a traitor outright. The trick is to make them wonder. Wondering is corrosive. It eats trust from the inside.I need to wipe that look from Ronan’s face. The tell-tale way he ‘a
Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 68 – The Wound You Can’t See
Eli POVHazel’s warning should be easy to ignore. She’s given me the watch yourself speech before. Usually about Ronan, sometimes about the pack in general. But this time, it sticks.He’s not your friend.He’s not doing you any favors.Loran doesn’t give without taking.I told her I could handle it. That I don’t need a big sister hovering over me. But the words loop in my head like a song I can’t turn off.The problem is, I keep replaying it all wrong. Not the warning, but the way Loran leaned in, the subtle curl of his mouth, the almost lazy way he told me my stance was fine for someone who’d just started trying to keep up.It wasn’t just what he said. It was how he said it. Like he knew more about me than I’d given him, like he’d been studying me long before offering a single “tip.”I don’t like it. I don’t like how much it gets under my skin either.This morning I wake up already tense, like my brain’s been chewing on the whole thing all night.The mirror doesn’t help. There are fr
Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 67 – Friendly Teeth
EliLoran is waiting when I arrive at training. Not Hazel. Not Jace. Loran.He’s leaning against one of the wooden posts like he’s been there a while, arms folded, his expression somewhere between bored and faintly amused. The kind of look people wear when they’ve already decided you’re not worth much.Hazel’s across the clearing, bent over a crate of practice weapons. She glances up, catches sight of Loran, and her mouth tightens before she goes back to rummaging.“Morning,” I say carefully, keeping my tone neutral.“Is it?” His smile is thin, more teeth than warmth. “You’re late again.”I bite back the obvious excuse. That Ronan had kept me in bed longer than I’d planned and I didn’t want to leave at all, and settle for, “Didn’t realize you were keeping time.”“I notice things.” He pushes off the post and starts circling me, slow and deliberate, like a wolf sizing up prey. “Like how you’ve been… distracted. Sore. Not as sharp as you should be.”“I’m fine.”“Mhm.” The sound is noncom
Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 66 – Friendly Teeth
EliHazel’s got me on the ground again. Flat on my back, breath gone, the edge of her boot planted next to my ribs like she’s pinning a snake.“Still too slow,” she says, leaning down to offer me a hand up. “I swear, you fight like you’ve got someone who’ll be taking care of your battles for you.”“Maybe I do,” I mutter, letting her haul me to my feet. My muscles ache in that deep, satisfying way. Every stab reminding me of how Ronan consumed me last night. Every night. And morning. I never expected to like sex. Now I’m an addict.She snorts, clearly not impressed. “He won’t always be around to save your ass. And what if he needs saving someday? I’m sure you want to protect your Alpha.”“I’ll embroider that on a pillow.”Hazel’s halfway to telling me exactly where I can shove that pillow when Loran saunters over. It’s the only way to describe it. He doesn’t walk, he glides, every movement deliberate, like he’s just stepped out of some perfectly rehearsed scene.“You’re dropping your
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