All Chapters of Marked by the Alpha: Blood Oath: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

RonanI walk until the wind drowns out my thoughts. Until the trees blur into one endless smear of bark and shadow and the burn in my legs distracts me from the fire in my blood.Because if I don’t, I’ll turn around. And if I turn around, I’ll throw him against the nearest surface and give him exactly what he asked for.What he begged for with that reckless mouth and those eyes that never stop challenging me.I stop near the creek, drag a hand through my hair, and snarl up at the moon.“Fuck.”Jace finds me there half an hour later. He doesn’t speak. Just folds his arms, stares, and waits.“He doesn’t know what he’s asking for,” I growl. “He thinks he can handle it. Thinks he wants it.”Jace shrugs. “He’s not wrong. Eventually you’re going to succumb to the rut. If you’re too much for him, it’s better to find out immediately.”I whirl on him. “He’s an Omega, Jace. A freshly bonded one. Raised in a backwoods prison of a pack with no idea what it means to be claimed during rut. You thi

RonanEli doesn’t say much when I tell him I’m leaving for the Alpha summit.Doesn’t fight. Doesn’t argue. Just shrugs like it doesn’t matter. He’s been pissy since his jealous outburst last night.Didn’t stop him from coming undone under the onslaught of my hands and mouth, but the fury came back the moment I told him I’m still not going to fully fuck him. I couldn’t risk it. Because even without the rut, I’m afraid once I start, I may never want to stop. My little pet is so fucking responsive, and being inside that velvet heat is going to be bliss like I’ve never known before.And I have this damn summit to attend today."You can take your time," he says, stretching like a cat, teeth sharp behind his grin as the sheet pulls down and I get just a glimpse of his pelvis. "I’m sure there will be plenty of partners strong enough to handle your mighty cock. Unlike little old me. Have fun. I’m sure I’ll find a way to occupy myself."I don’t rise to the bait. Mostly because if I do, I’ll l

EliI wake to weight pressing me into the mattress. Not the suffocating press of someone who means to hold you down. This is different. Heavy, yes, but steady and solid.Ronan is sprawled half over me, one arm hooked tight around my waist, his thigh pinning both of mine like I might try to bolt in my sleep. His chest is pressed to my back, heat soaking into my skin.The bond hums, low and content, like a cat purring inside my ribs.For a long moment, I just lie there. Breathing him in. His scent wraps around me until I can’t tell where it ends and I begin. It seeps into every thought, into every slow inhale, until the edges of me feel blurred.I should shove him off. Make some noise. Break the spell before it can sink deeper. But I don’t. Instead, I take the rare opportunity to allow myself to look at him.His face is right there when I turn my head. Relaxed in sleep, but still imposing. The fierceness doesn’t vanish just because he’s unconscious. Ronan is all sharp angles. A jaw buil

RonanEli’s still trembling under me. From the bone-deep, nerve-tingling aftershocks of me being inside him for the first time.I’m still wrapped in his scent, still tasting him on my tongue, still feeling the echo of him clenching around me. My cock twitches at the memory, and I have to grit my teeth not to start again before he’s caught his breath.He lies here looking every kind of sinful. Flushed and loose-limbed, his hair sticking to his damp forehead. My marks, made by my teeth and the rough grip of my hands, are all over him. The sight of it is a high I don’t think I’ll ever come down from.“You’re staring,” he mutters, eyes half-closed, voice hoarse.“Memorizing,” I correct, my tone low enough to make his pupils dilate.He makes a noise, part derision, part something softer.The bond is loud now. Not just a hum of contentment. This is a steady pulse of hunger, territorial and raw. I could roll him over and take him again, harder, and the wolf in me wouldn’t be satisfied until

JaceEli is late.Again.It’s the third morning in a row I’ve been standing on this training field, waiting for him while the rest of the trainees stretch and pair off. I’ve already run them through the warm-up twice just to burn off the restless energy building in my muscles. The autumn air bites sharper this morning, and I can see each breath curl in front of the trainees like smoke.And still, no Eli.I don’t need to guess why. The explanation is written all over him before he even makes it down the slope from the Alpha’s cabin.He’s walking like someone’s worked him over and left him feeling very satisfied about it.His shirt’s hanging open at the throat, the hem skewed, and there’s a faint red mark just under his jaw that’s definitely not from sparring. I can see the shadow of another bruise peeking from under the collar. By the time he’s close enough, I can make out the full constellation. Teeth marks along the curve of his neck, a darkening blotch on his collarbone, a fresh s