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Chapter 85 – Without Words
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Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 85 – Without Words
RonanHe says thin ice and I want to drag him under me and kiss him until the only thing that exists is heat.Instead I say nothing, because the truth would cut us both. The truth is that I trust him more than I trust my own instincts and that terrifies me. The truth is that I’m holding a pack together with my teeth while Redmaw tests our fences and my wolves test my patience and one Omega tests the part of me I don’t let see daylight.I pick him up and set him on the table because his legs aren’t steady and mine are a step from shaking too. He glares like he wants to bite me. I want him to. I want him mean and alive and here.“Don’t walk away,” he says, reading me too well. The barely noticeable edge of panic in his voice squeezes my heart.“I’m not.” I clean him with a cloth from the drawer I keep for this, and the gentleness in my hands makes my throat tight. It’s a stupid little ritual. It’s also a promise I can give without words. I take, I tend. I mark, I mend.He watches me li
Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 84 – Thin Ice
EliRonan comes back from the south line with cold in his hands and war in his shoulders.He doesn’t speak when he shuts the cabin door. He doesn’t need to, the air he carries in tastes like iron and frost and decision. He drops his gloves on the table and starts stripping maps of their weights like he’s undressing a problem he plans to bruise.I watch from the hearth, hands wrapped around a mug that went cold an hour ago. I slept in snatches while he was gone. Ten minutes here, thirty there, all of them noisy. If I close my eyes I can still feel the bite of the snare in my ankle, the moment the world tilted and I had to choose between fear and fury.“Find anything?” I ask.He peels his coat off, black shirt clinging to his back, tattoos slick with melted snow. “Enough to tell me we’ve been allowing them to learn our ways,” he says. “Not enough to hang anyone.”“Not even him?” I don’t say Loran’s name. We both hear it anyway.Ronan’s jaw ticks. “Not yet.”Not yet is how this pack lose
Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 83 - Not Bait
Eli“You’re two minutes late,” Hazel accuses when I reach her. “Thank you for trusting me,” I say, meaning it sincerely for once. She’s the only who ever gives me the benefit of the doubt. If she thought I couldn’t handle myself, she’d have told Jace, and the entire cavalry would have come hunting for me.“What happened?” I give her the highlights before asking, “What did Jace say?” “He’s sent scouts to form a perimeter around the area. He’s hoping to catch any stray Redmaw spies if they try and leave our territory. You have to tell Ronan what happened.”I try and fail to suppress a sigh. He’ll know I was up to something, but I don’t think I can handle him dismissing this as another false alarm.He’ll blather on about how I didn’t see who the person in the cloak was and I can’t positively identify him as a Redmaw wolf. It could be a trap Loran’s set and if he publicly accuses him of treason and Loran proves he was with a pack member I’ll lose all credibility and he’d lose the tru
Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 82 – Hunted Eyes
Eli The council noise doesn’t leave with the wolves. It hangs in the beams like smoke that won’t find a way out. Marek’s voice sticks in my ears, distraction, weakness, compromised, until I want to peel my skin off and leave it on the floor like a snake that’s shed.I last ten minutes in Ronan’s cabin. Five of those are spent staring at the ceiling, five spent staring at the door. I know he’ll be working late and I’ll have to find my own distraction.I grab my jacket, pocket a knife, and ghost into the night before my better judgment can grow a spine and stop me.Outside, the air is temper and ice. The yard has that hollow, late-hour quiet where every sound carries too far. I keep to the fringe, where torchlight frays into darkness, and cut for the south treeline.I tell myself I’m walking off the anger. I know I’m lying. I’m hunting the feeling that’s been stalking me for days. The sense of being watched by eyes that like what they see.“Out late?” Hazel’s voice drops out of the dar
Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 81 – Council of Teeth
RonanThe council chamber reeks of tension. Stone walls hold the heat of too many bodies pressed too close, voices raised in teeth-bared argument. Torches gutter, throwing sharp light across faces I know too well.My inner circle, my hunters, my challengers. Tonight they look more like a pack of vultures than the backbone of Blackthorn.The ledger sits open in front of me, ink scrawled by hands I trust less every passing day. Supplies missing. Rations gone. Crossbows that should’ve been at the border outpost, vanished. Patrol logs altered to make it look like nothing’s wrong. Every instinct in me screams a name. Loran. But instinct isn’t proof. And proof is the only thing that can keep this council from turning on itself like rabid dogs.I stand at the head of the table, my hands braced on rough oak, and wait. The noise dies the moment my weight shifts forward. My silence has always been sharper than shouting.“We’ve lost more than food,” I say. My voice scrapes against stone. “We’ve
Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath Chapter 80 – The Whisper Net
HazelThe whispers start like wind through dry grass. Soft and almost harmless at first. By the time I catch them, they’ve already spread like wildfire.I stand in the mess hall, tray balanced in my hands, watching a pair of younger wolves lean too close over their bowls of stew. Their voices are pitched just low enough to sound conspiratorial.“...he lost control again and attacked Loran without provocation.”“Ronan had to drag him out, didn’t he?”“I’ve heard he’s dangerous and he was kicked out of Ashgrave, he didn’t run away. He ought not to be kept near the Alpha. He makes him weak.”They glance up, see me watching, and instantly look down, spoons clattering against wood in nervous rhythm. I don’t need their confession. I’ve heard enough.It’s Eli they’re talking about.Always Eli.I don’t storm over. That would only confirm the thrill they get from sharing secrets. Instead, I slide into a seat two tables away and sip at my ale, listening. The next pair pick it up, carrying the t
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