All Chapters of Marked by the enemy alpha: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The forest was deathly silent. The kind of silence that suffocated, pressing against the ears like a scream stifled too long. Aria stood at the edge of the charred battlefield, her breath catching in her throat as the smoldering winds swept through the ruined trees. The moon hung overhead like a sorrowful eye—its pale light bleeding crimson, as though it too mourned the devastation that had unfolded beneath its gaze. Kael stood beside her, blood crusting his temple, his armor torn but his presence unyielding. They had survived the confrontation, but the cost was etched into every broken tree, everybody strewn across the dirt, and every cry that echoed faintly from survivors trying to make sense of the chaos. Aria's hands trembled as she lowered herself beside a young warrior, no older than eighteen, who had taken a blade meant for her. His eyes stared blankly toward the stars now, lips parted in silent prayer. She brushed her fingers over his eyelids, closing them with a reverence o

The blood moon hung ominously in the sky, casting a crimson hue across the ravaged battleground. Its glow bathed the valley in a surreal light, painting the broken ruins and fallen warriors in shades of red and silver. A cold wind whistled through the trees, stirring ash and dried leaves as silence fell in the wake of the last battle cry. Aria stood at the edge of the battlefield, her silver eyes reflecting the flickering torches lit by those still standing. Her fingers clenched tightly around the Moonfire Dagger strapped to her thigh—the ancient weapon now humming with raw, volatile energy. Each pulse reminded her that this night would decide more than the fate of the Bloodfang and Stormfang packs—it would determine whether the cursed bloodline of Darius would finally be severed. Behind her, Kael’s presence steadied her wavering breath. His massive form, draped in a cloak bearing the emblem of the Stormfang Alpha, radiated strength and calm. But she felt the tension coiled beneath

Rain lashed against the stone walls of the abandoned temple as Aria stood at the threshold, her cloak plastered to her skin, her eyes fixed on the storm-lit horizon. Lightning danced across the sky in violent flashes, illuminating the jagged mountain range beyond. Each rumble of thunder echoed like a war drum—ominous, relentless. Kael stepped up behind her, his presence a grounding force amidst the chaos. His hand found hers, cold but steady. “They’re gathering,” he said grimly, staring out into the veil of gray. “We don’t have much time before the Bloodbound make their move.” Aria nodded, her heart pounding. “The storm won’t stop them. If anything, it’ll hide them better.” Inside the temple, the others were gathering—Aeris, bruised but healing fast; Elias, flipping through an ancient tome; and Nyra, standing guard with a double-bladed staff etched with moonstone runes. The temple’s walls were covered in worn glyphs, long-forgotten prayers etched in an old dialect of the Moonlit Or

The storm had not yet touched the land, but its presence was felt in every breath of wind that whispered through the ancient trees. Kael stood at the edge of the eastern ridge, his silver eyes scanning the horizon as clouds gathered above the mountain peaks like a silent promise of chaos to come. Aria stood a few feet behind him, her cloak flapping in the wind, her hand resting on the hilt of her dagger. The bond between them hummed with the tension that had settled over the land. They had barely returned from the shattered moonstone chamber, its prophetic fragments echoing in their minds, when scouts reported signs of movement—unrest in the western villages and disappearances near the cursed ravine. “This silence,” Kael muttered, his voice almost lost in the wind, “it’s not peace. It’s waiting.” Aria stepped forward, brushing her fingers against his hand. “The calm before the fire. I feel it too.” Their connection had deepened ever since the Shattered Moonstone revealed the veile

The ruins of Velmora had gone still. No more howls tore through the sky. No more screams echoed in the twilight. Just silence—the kind that lingered after devastation, where dust hung in the air like breathless memory and the ground still radiated with the heat of battle. Aria stood at the altar, her palm pressed to the stone where the Moonstone fragment had dissolved in radiant fire. Its light had seeped into her, burning through her veins and settling deep in her bones. She felt changed, not in the way one does after war—but like something ancient had awoken inside her. Behind her, Kael placed a steadying hand on her shoulder. She leaned into his touch instinctively, grounding herself in the one thing that had remained constant through the storm—him. “We lost too many,” he murmured. Aria looked out over the battlefield, where wolves moved among the fallen. Some tended to the injured. Others carried the dead on stretchers woven from bark and cloth. The scent of blood, ash, and m