The Vampire's deathmarked lycan

Alina Pov: The moon filtered through the trees, casting a pale glow over the treetops. Crouching on a thick branch, I peered down at the pack guards below, my chest pounding as they followed the false trail I had left earlier. They were close, their heavy boots crunching against the fallen leaves.I grinned. Idiots.All they had to do was look up, and they'd find me. But instead, they drifted farther from their target. Fooling them had been easy, I had masked my scent, leaving them no way to sniff me out. Even if they tried, they would never find me.I stifled a laugh at the frustration on Zack's face. He had been so sure he would catch me before the third day, but here we were, already nearing the end of the second. Just a few more hours, and I would have my freedom. As the guards disappeared into the distance, my mind drifted back to my last conversation with my father-the Lycan King. ****"Why? Why do you forbid me from leaving the pack?" I demanded.My father sat behind his desk

Alina pov: I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my heart pounding in my chest. Earlier today, I woke up to find myself back in my pack’s forest, lying on a tree branch. Every wound I had sustained was gone—completely healed, without even a scar. That was impossible. I should still be healing, or at the very least, have some marks left behind. The only evidence that last night even happened was my torn clothes, still stained with blood and dirtThat, and the mark.I had been mated. Marked by a vampire.The realization sent a cold shudder through me. I had washed up in a nearby lake and changed into the spare clothes I always kept hidden in the forest—just in case I shifted and needed a fresh set. Then, I had made my way back to the pack house, trying to push away the growing dread curling in my stomach.My father wasn’t happy that I won, but he gave me his word—I had my freedom.I should have felt victorious. I should have felt smug at the frustrated look on Zack’s face. Instead,

Alina Pov:Vampires infiltrating the pack and attacking our members wasn’t a minor issue—especially not the day before Nicola was set to take over. It was already being seen as a bad omen. So tell me why, in the middle of all this chaos, Jeremy couldn’t wipe that stupid grin off his face.“I’ve always thought those leeches needed a clean-up,” he said with a smirk. “This just gives us a solid reason to act.”Mother shot him a look, arms crossed“This isn’t something to be excited about, Jeremy. People were hurt.” I added, remembering how badly wounded the wolves were or my fate in the double forest Jeremy’s expression shifted, just slightly. “I know. But we need to act fast. First, we need to figure out how they got past the barrier and into the pack without Father being alerted. If they got in once, they can do it again. And we can’t assume those were the only ones.”Father’s brow furrowed. “You’re suggesting there’s a traitor.”“I’m saying it’s a possibility,” Jeremy replied. “Someo

Alina pov: I watched as the green-eyed vampire pulled his claws away from me, and I retracted mine, turning to face my mate."You owe me answers," I said, narrowing my eyes at himHe inclined his head slightly in acknowledgment, so I continued."What is this place?" The question has been on my mind since the first time I stumbled upon this forest . A place crawling with vampires, this close to the pack borders? I could have asked my father, but explaining how I came across it would raise too many questions. surrounding how I came across it, besides I doubt he would sit still knowing vampires were lurking just outside the borders of the pack, father has no idea, so this is my best short getting my desired answer "A wasteland" he said "centuries of war turned it to ruin, too much death and blood, the warewolves abandoned it long ago, labelling it as a cursed ground and no one should trend on it" A wasteland, no wonder no warewolf patrolled this area, but why haven't I heard of it, I

Alina Pov:We drove for a while, leaving the dense forest behind and merging onto a paved road. The moon hung high, casting its silver glow over everything. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the towering glass buildings that stretched into the sky. I was officially out of the pack’s territory, surrounded by humans. Their scent filled my senses—different from werewolves or vampires. It was softer, warmer, almost like colors blending together. just with the smell I could tell they were a weak specie but their size in numbers were astonishing, why would the witches target these weak creatures Without thinking, I rolled the window down and stuck my head out. The rush of wind whipped through my hair, and I breathed in deep, letting the cool night air fill my lungs. It felt clean, crisp—free. A laugh bubbled up inside me, for the first time in a long while, I felt alive, I wanted to throw my arms out and scream just to hear my own voice in this new world. For the first time, I didn’t feel