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Chapter 65: Threads of Destiny
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Marked by the enemy alpha Chapter 65: Threads of Destiny
The wind carried the faint scent of blood and ash as dawn broke over the Moonshade territory. A chill had settled in the air—not one brought by the weather but by the creeping presence of war. From the central watchtower, Aria gazed out over the hills, her fingers clenched around the iron railing. Her thoughts were far from the horizon. The dream had come again. This time, clearer—Killian falling to his knees, the roar of his wolf shaking the trees, and the fire devouring their home. And the child’s cry... it had sounded closer. She didn’t believe in omens before. But now, with so much at stake and her mother’s warning still fresh in her mind, she couldn’t afford to ignore the signs. Behind her, the floor creaked. “You’re up early,” Killian’s voice rumbled softly, still husky from sleep. Aria didn’t turn. “I couldn’t sleep.” He moved to stand beside her, resting his forearms on the railing. “The letter?” “The dream,” she confessed. Killian’s gaze sharpened. “It came again?”
Marked by the enemy alpha Chapter 64: Shadows Before the Storm
The night fell heavy over Moonshade Pack, cloaking the lands in a dense hush. The moonlight trickled through the canopy above the training grounds, where Killian stood, shirtless and glistening with sweat. His fists struck the post with rhythmic precision, each blow a release of the frustration mounting inside him. The council meeting had ended in heated disagreement. Alphas from surrounding allied packs were divided. Some were loyal to Killian, others were still skeptical of his bond with Aria—the daughter of a traitor, they reminded him. It didn’t matter that she had risked her life time and again. The mark on her skin and the blood in her veins became fuel for doubt. "You need to rest," Aria’s voice called from behind, soft but firm. Killian didn’t turn immediately. He could feel her presence, warm and grounding even in the cold air. “I can’t,” he finally said, his voice gravelly. “Not when there are whispers of rebellion among my own allies.” Aria stepped closer, her han
Marked by the enemy alpha Chapter 63 — Whispers of Echoes Before War
The wind shifted just before dawn, carrying the scent of iron and frost through Moonshade’s valley. It was subtle—almost indistinguishable from the natural forest aroma—but Aria noticed it instantly. Her senses had grown sharper with every day of training, every night spent in quiet preparation for what was to come. She stood just outside the newly reinforced camp wall, her eyes scanning the horizon where the trees thinned toward the eastern hills. A pale mist hugged the ground, curling around tree trunks like serpents. The silence was eerie, the kind that came before a storm or a massacre. Behind her, the camp stirred awake. Warriors stretched and gathered their gear. Omega wolves fetched supplies. The young sparred under the guidance of older fighters, their grunts and growls punctuating the still morning. Fires crackled low, and the scent of cooked meat drifted lazily on the breeze. But Aria’s thoughts were not on breakfast or training drills. She was focused on the ancient run
Marked by the enemy alpha Chapter 62 — The Gathering forged by unity
Moonshade’s forest had always been a sanctuary—an ancient, sacred place where the pack thrived under the watchful gaze of the moon. But tonight, the familiar rustle of leaves felt different. The wind carried whispers of fear, betrayal, and impending doom. Aria stood at the edge of the cliff, overlooking the dense expanse of trees that stretched far beyond the horizon. The pale silver light of the full moon bathed the land in an ethereal glow, but it did little to soothe the storm raging inside her. Her mark, a dark sigil burned into her flesh by the enemy alpha, pulsed faintly under her skin. It was a constant reminder that she was tethered—caught between two worlds. Behind her, footsteps approached—silent but deliberate. “Kael,” she said without turning, her voice steady but edged with weariness. He stepped beside her, his broad frame silhouetted against the moonlit sky. His eyes, sharp and unwavering, held a storm of their own. “The council has sent word,” he said. “They want a
Marked by the enemy alpha Chapter 61 — The Unseen Threat
The forest of Moonshade whispered ancient secrets beneath the fading light of dusk, a serene yet uneasy calm that cloaked the land. Though the pack had survived the recent battle, the wounds it left behind were not only physical but spiritual. The echoes of violence seemed to linger in the air like a thick fog, and Aria felt its weight pressing on her chest with every breath she took. She moved through the towering trees with practiced grace, the soft crunch of leaves underfoot the only sound breaking the silence. The shadows stretched long, entwining with the roots and branches as if reaching for her very soul. Her thoughts swirled with worries — the enemy was not defeated; they had merely retreated, biding their time to strike again. And worse yet, there were whispers of betrayal lurking within their own pack. Arriving at the clearing, the firelight flickered against the faces of the elders gathered in solemn discussion. Kael awaited her near the fire pit, his sharp gaze filled wi
Marked by the enemy alpha Chapter 60 — Shadows Within the Pack
The aftermath of the battle left Moonshade scarred but unbroken. Dawn’s first light revealed the extent of the damage — fallen trees, shattered nests, and the silent figures of fallen comrades. The pack moved with heavy hearts, yet a steely determination in their eyes. Every loss was a reminder of the stakes, every breath a vow to fight harder. Aria walked through the camp, her senses sharp despite the exhaustion pulling at her bones. She stopped beside the circle of elders, where voices murmured low with concern. “The enemy’s strength is growing,” Riven said grimly. “They’re no longer just outsiders. We’re facing a force with knowledge of our weaknesses.” Kael joined them, wiping the blood from his blade. “It’s not just strength,” he added. “There’s a darkness within our pack. Betrayal that still festers.” A cold silence fell over the group. The name of Kaelen—the Shadow Twin—hung unspoken but heavy in the air. His betrayal had wounded them deeply, but Aria knew others might yet b
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