All Chapters of Maeve: Marked By Blood, Chosen By Fate.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Maeve “I Johan Sullivan, Alpha of the blue moon pack, reject you as my mate."The words cracked through the room like a sharp clap.And for the fifth time, the pain rushed in after the words, sharp it pierced through my veins, burning up my nerves.A nausea clawed it’s way up my throat but I forced it down.The bile. The burn. The shame. I swallowed it all.Because if I threw up, I would have one more floor to scrub. The bond should have broken, but it didn’t. Instead, it wove back. Wilder. Hungrier.I felt him—his breath, his wolf.Johan’s mouth tightened, and his frown deepened. He snapped his head to his beta, Roy. “Why is this happening?”Roy hesitated. “It’s the fifth time.” He stood frozen disbelief engraved on his features . “I never thought something like this was possible.”Neither had I.“Maybe…” Roy tried, “Maybe you should accept her.”“Moon goddess forbid it,” Johan hissed.His gaze snapped to me, colder than I’d ever felt it.“This?” he snarled. “This omega is supposed

Maeve. Strength surged through me like lightning in bone, cold, sharp, alive. My back arched and a gasp ripped free.Run.The voice wasn’t mine. It pulsed wildly inside my skull. Run, Maeve. Run. Don’t stop.Before thought could catch up, my body obeyed. I lurched to my feet—bare, blood-soaked—and bolted.The forest blurred past. Wind screamed in my ears. I’d never run this fast, never moved like this. My feet pounded the earth, slipping and scraping. Thorns tore at my calves. Bark shredded my arms. But I didn’t stop.I couldn’t stop.My lungs burned. My legs bled. The voice kept screaming: Go. Go. Go.Pain chased me. Memory chased me. I ran harder.I leapt over a fallen log, crashed through brush. My toes split on stone. Ribs ached. Breath came ragged and broken. The world tilted—but still, I ran. Minutes bled into hours. Or maybe time slipped away completely.Pain drove through my leg like a sharp spear. My vision shattered. The sky spun. “No—no, please,” I begged the darkness. “No

Maeve. The silence in the cottage felt like death itself had crawled inside and made itself comfortable, everything here feels just too cold and alarming. Carson stood over the healer like a predator sizing up wounded prey, his shadow falling across her weak form like one who is about to explode. She trembled beneath her shawl, but her chin stayed lifted, defiant even now without fuss. "You know the law," Carson said, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. "You've broken it willingly." My heart beat against my ribs, fast and unsteady beating that can be heard outwardly. This was all my fault. She'd saved me, hidden me, and now she was going to die because of it. The healer's voice cracked when she spoke. "She was dying, Alpha. What kind of healer turns away from death?" "The kind that values her pack's safety over misplaced compassion." His words hit like physical blows. I couldn't just stand here and let this happen. Not to her. Not because of me. "Please," I said, m

Maeve.“What's happening?” my voice trailed with fear as I watched the dungeon gates.Three guards marched in, authoritative in their steps, daring and rigid.They lined up in front of me, waiting for the unknown that came from behind them.“Why are you here? What is happening?!” I repeated.My worries fell on deaf ears. Their gazes were pinned on the wall above me, the small window that filtered in sunlight and air was their main focus.My lips parted again to insist my question but stopped when I saw the blonde man come in.“Am I going to die today?”He didn't answer. His eyes trailed to where I sat and then at his men.“Take her.”Take her?To where?The cold concrete corner where I shielded myself no longer eased my worry.It seemed like this was going to be my end.Tears welled up in my eyes. My vision blurred.“The alpha said he wasn't going to kill me. Does he know you're doing this?”Silence, only fizzled out by the sound of the padlock clocking while the guards tried to enter

Carson."There’s something about her..." Raymond came in, still casting glances over his shoulder, as if her presence lingered with him.He didn’t turn until he was almost shoulder-to-shoulder with me. The air shifted—charged, almost electric—stopping him in his tracks as he brushed against me. His face was more than just concerned; it looked... wary, like something had gnawed at his instincts, leaving its mark."I don’t know what it is, but I just can’t trust her. That innocent vibe feels... off."I frowned. The room seemed to drop a degree or two, or maybe that was just my own sensitivity acting up. Lately, I had been hyper-aware of every little change—heat, cold, light."Off?""Yeah. Off. Don’t you sense it?"Normally, I didn’t pay much mind to Raymond’s gut feelings. But he was my Beta, and even curses hadn’t dulled his instincts. When he spoke with that edge, I took note."If that’s how you feel, dig deeper."I stood up from my throne—its cold iron frame reminding me I was seated