All Chapters of Maeve: Marked By Blood, Chosen By Fate.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Carson.The fire tore at my skin as I broke through it, but I did not stop. Every step forward felt like walking against a storm of knives, every breath burned as though my lungs were made of ash, but I kept moving, my claws raised, my eyes locked on him.Johan stood at the center of the hollow, his body glowing with white fire, his arms stretched as if he thought he was untouchable. The shadows pressed close behind him, their whispers sharp, their voices layering with his until the air shook with them.“You cannot win,” he said, his mouth twisting into something cruel. “This realm bends to me. This fire answers to me. You are nothing here.”I pushed forward, my claws burning with the bond’s fire, my teeth bared. “I am not nothing. I am hers. And that is enough to end you.”With a roar I leapt, my claws slamming forward, cutting through the fire that wrapped his chest. The sound cracked the air, sparks flying, the ground trembling beneath us as the blow landed. Johan staggered back, h

Carson.The hollow burned brighter, the flames lashing against my body, the shadows clawing at my arms, but the bond pulsed so strong inside me that it drowned everything else out. It was not faint anymore, not broken or flickering. It was alive, blazing like a second heart in my chest.I felt her.Maeve’s voice tore through the fire, fierce and sharp. I am breaking them, Carson. I am almost free.My chest slammed with relief, my claws tightening as I pushed forward, my eyes locked on Johan. “You hear that?” I growled, my voice rough and steady. “She is breaking your chains. She is breaking you.”Johan staggered back, fire spilling from the cracks across his body, his face twisting with fury. His voice came in a dozen echoes, each louder than the last. “No! She is mine. She cannot be free. You will fall first.”He lifted both hands, fire exploding outward, a storm of white flames rushing straight toward me. The heat was so strong it tore the ground open, the hollow shaking as the shad

Carson.The air outside the pack walls was sharp with morning chill, the kind that usually cleared my head, but today it only made the burning in my veins more clear. Every step toward the gates felt heavier than the last, my chest tight, the curse gnawing at me, whispering that my strength would not hold much longer.The guards stood tense, their hands on their weapons, their wolves restless as they stared at the figure waiting just beyond the gates. He stood tall, broad shoulders relaxed, his posture calm but powerful, like he had no fear of stepping into another Alpha’s land. His dark cloak shifted in the wind, and when he lifted his head his eyes caught mine with a glint that sent a cold weight down my spine.“Alpha Carson,” he said smoothly, his voice deep and calm, almost polite, but with an edge beneath it. “I have traveled far to find you.”I stopped at the gate, my claws itching, my body tense though I forced my voice steady. “Who are you?”He smiled faintly, tilting his head

Maeve.The moment Rivan walked away from our gates, I knew he would not stay gone. Men like him did not make offers and then vanish. They planted their seeds and waited for cracks to open. And Carson, whether he admitted it or not, already had cracks in him.So if Carson would not see the truth, I would.That morning, while he met with the elders and forced himself through duties with a smile that fooled everyone but me, I slipped away to the training grounds. Wolves from other territories had gathered there, some who had crossed paths with Rivan’s pack before, and I wanted answers.Two scouts, young but sharp-eyed, whispered as I approached. Their voices dropped when they saw me, but I caught the word Shadowfangs.“You have met them,” I said, my voice even but firm.They bowed their heads quickly. “Yes, Luna. Only once, on the borders. They do not trade, they do not speak with outsiders unless it benefits them. And when they do… there is always blood after.”My chest tightened. “Bloo

Carson.The first light of dawn spilled into the room, soft and golden, but it felt sharp against my skin. I lay still, my arms wrapped around Maeve, her head resting against my chest, her breath slow and even in sleep. She looked peaceful, her hair scattered across my skin, her fingers curled against me as if she never wanted to let go.And yet inside me, there was no peace.The curse was worse this morning. I felt it crawling deeper, my chest burning, every heartbeat heavy as if it had to fight its way through fire. My veins pulsed dark, my hands trembled even as I stroked her hair.I closed my eyes, remembering the way she had whispered my name last night, the way she had held me as if I was her whole world, the way she had believed me when I told her I was hers. For a few hours, I had believed it too. That love was enough. That if I held her tightly, the curse would break, that we could burn the world together and win.But the fire inside me did not care for love. It ate at me eve