All Chapters of Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

EliThe forest closes in as he drags me uphill.My feet slip on loose soil, but his grip on my arm is as unyielding as iron. I could dig my heels in, shift and fight, but my wolf is curled low in my gut, tail tucked between his legs, still shivering from that bite.It burns.A deep ache throbs where his teeth broke my skin, radiating heat through my neck and chest, and twisting lower. I grit my teeth against it, against the dizziness, against the treacherous part of me that wants to lean into his pull.We break through the trees into a clearing and my breath catches.The pack is waiting. “Get your first glimpse of your new home. You belong to Ronan Vale’s pack now, pet.”Fucking hell. I should have known this is Ronan Vale.Dozens of wolves and half‑shifted figures linger near fire pits and tents, weapons glinting in the torchlight. Their eyes follow me, expressions ranging from curiosity to open hostility. I’ve seen packs before. Most are ragged, hungry and desperate, but these w

EliJace doesn’t say a word as he marches me through the lodge and out into the cold night.I don’t resist. I know better than to struggle with a Beta, especially when my wolf is still tangled up in Ronan’s scent. The bond pulses at the side of my neck with every heartbeat. A dull ache that won’t ease no matter how many times I rub at it.Outside, the pack camp hums like a living thing.Voices low, firelight flickering over scarred wooden cabins, the occasional shadow of a wolf moving between trees. Eyes track me as we pass. Some are curious, some hostile, a few hold expressions I know too well. Amusement at a trapped and helpless thing.Jace shoves me toward a cabin near the edge of camp. “In,” he says, voice gravelly, no patience in it.Inside, it’s sparse. Holding a cot, a table and a single chair. There are bars on the window. My throat tightens. I’ve been in rooms like this before. Rooms that smell of old blood and sweat and hopelessness.Jace lingers in the doorway, arms fold

EliThe night is sharp and cold when Jace shoves me out of the cabin again."Alpha wants you," he says, no further explanation, no emotion.I'm too tired to argue. Against my throat, the mate bond pulses with each heartbeat, my body already claiming what I'm fighting not to want.My feet crunch over the frost-hard ground as we cut through the trees.Ahead, the pack's bonfire crackles. Wolves gather in a loose circle, whispers curling into the night air.And at the center there's Ronan.He stands bare-chested, tattoos slick with sweat, his eyes catching the firelight like molten gold. His nearness presses against me like a physical weight, suffocating and inescapable.My wolf cowers in the depths of my chest, whimpering, while my human half locks every muscle in rebellion.Jace shoves me forward and the crowd parts.I stumble into the circle, knees bending instinctively as the Alpha's gaze pins me. My mouth goes dry."Run," Ronan says, voice low and lethal.I freeze. "What?""Run." His

EliThe moon bleeds silver when Jace slams the door, sealing me inside. The cabin smells like smoke and pine, but underneath lurks something else. Him. His scent has seeped into my shirt from when he pinned me down, from when his teeth found my throat. I press trembling fingers to the wound. The bite pulses angry and swollen, still wet with blood and saliva. My wolf stirs restlessly beneath my skin, hungry in ways that make bile rise in my throat. Every atom of my body cries out to be touched.I pace like a caged animal. Back and forth across splintered boards that catch at my bare feet, my mind a hurricane of useless options. Running is out of the question. The forest crawls with his pack and he can feel me as surely as I can pinpoint where he is right now.Fight? He'd snap my neck without breaking stride. Wait? That feels like dying slowly.The bond thrums in my veins like poison, pulling me toward him with every heartbeat. I rake my nails down my arms until the sting drowns

EliThe night is too quiet.I lie on the cot like a corpse, staring at the ceiling while firelight throws writhing shadows across the timber walls. My body aches from earlier. Bruises blooming purple across my shoulders. The raw sting of his bite like acid on my skin. But none of it hurts as much as the heat crawling through me. It's not fever. It's him.The bond thrums inside me, steady and electric, winding through every vein. Every time I close my eyes, he's there. Gold eyes burning, blood painting his mouth, that cruel smirk carved into my memory. I try to shove the images away. They cling like smoke.I drag a trembling hand down my chest, over the faint lines of muscle, trying to will the fire out of me.My palm hover over my ribs, shaking. Don't think of him. Don't.But my wolf stirs, restless and wanting. The bond flares, and suddenly phantom fingers ghost over my hip. Not mine. Larger. Warmer. A thumb pressing into bone in a way that makes my breath catch in my throat."N