Lahat ng Kabanata ng Marked by my sworn enemy: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

The doors to the Alpha's court crashed open as she stormed inside. The aged-Alpha barely flinched at the loud noise, standing over the massive oak table where plans lay scattered.His stance was stiff, but there was concern in eyes as he glanced at her."You're injured" he noted.Niva wiped the blood from her brow, not bothering to check if it was hers. "It is happening again, Father. Another pack sector gone, wiped out. Our people are dying, and we still have no plan."His gaze darkened, but his voice remained controlled. "We have strategies.""They aren't working!" she snapped. "You know it, I know it, and they sure as hell know it." She gestured at the door, towards the warriors outside with their haunted eyes and bloodstained armor. "We are losing."Her father sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "What do you want me to say, Niva? That I don't have the answers? That I don't know how to stop this?""Yes," she shot back. "Because that would be the first honest thing that you've

Kiran's fangs were sharp, sinking into the skin of her neck. Her back was flat against the cage rods, her teeth clenched together. It was more painful that any marking process should have been.Then, the dungeon doors swung open."Niva!" Alpha Alderic thundered. Guards swarmed in behind him, their weapons, drawn and ready.Kiran lifted his lip as he felt her freeze in his grip. His lips curving into a small smile as he felt a warm sensation flood with veins. He was strong again.His grey eyes met Alderic's blue ones. He moved away from Niva, but stood in front of her. "Just in time to witness your daughter's commitment to our new partnership."Instinctively Niva's clasped her hand around her stained neck. To cover the mark before her father saw it. But it was too late, for her father had already seen it.His eyes burned with rage."You traitorous fool, do you know what you have done?!"He made a move to charge at Kiran."Father please, listen to me"Kiran looked down in amusement as

Kiran had shaved, waxed even, and although he looked like a different person, he also looked like the Dravemont she had once fought on the battlefield.His hair had been cut as well, trimmed neatly to frame his face. She watched as he dropped the scissors onto the table and picked up the bowl of soup. The scent of herbs and slow-cooked meat filling the modest room.Niva had finished her own bath earlier. Her damp hair, now free of the rain and grime, was pulled into a bun at the nape of her neck. She sat at the edge of the mattress, a tray containing a bowl of steaming soup and large chunks of beef in a bowl.He sat on the chair and dug into his bowl. A groan escaping his lips as he pleasurably licked at the spoon.Was his tongue always that long?.And did he always make such loud slurping noises."You might be a beast, but atleast try not to eat like one." She remarked under her breath as she poked at the chunks of beef in her bowl akwardly. They looked overcooked, how was she even