Todos los capítulos de The alpha beast who marked me. : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

MYRA’S POV. .~~~ I feel that cold chill again. “It’s nothing, Myra. There is nothing there,” I mutter, trying to push that dreaded feeling down as I head to the door of my small cabin home. My hand stiffened against my keys as I fiddled with the locks, fighting to get myself into my home even as my body felt enthralled to look back. I tried not to turn around, tried not to feed on that feeling of something or someone staring at me, watching me... like I was being hunted, like I was its prey. The only thing I wanted was one normal night on my birthday. After a shift at the vet clinic and my rejection from Doctor Meredith for my position as junior vet had crushed my spirit beyond everything I had hoped. But I won’t let her break me further. As I recalled the marked date for meeting a realtor in the big city in a few days, I’d saved enough money to open my practice soon enough to help more furry animals.

Myra’s POV… There was a beast in my yard. I hoped it was my imagination as I peered at the large wolf. I hoped it was just my madness playing tricks on my mind, but no matter how hard I stared, it didn’t disappear. Every step I took felt heavy, as if every vein in my body was pumping blood to my pounding heart; I bit back the scream rising in my throat and launched into a run. I pushed aside my growing horror and didn’t wait to see the beast’s next move, racing back to my home with heavy steps. I reached for the door and then quickly jammed it shut, a shaky breath leaving me as I pulled myself away from the now-closed door. But who am I kidding? If that beast had it out against me, my flimsy decade-old door wouldn’t do as much to hold him back. But I still clicked it shut. I quickly pushed my curtains closed, ensuring the room was dark enough to see if someone was inside, and then I checked again, and it was still in the yard’s shed. Perhaps I was going crazy,

Myra’s POV. The wicked chill I felt earlier as my heart pounded had disappeared, and now I was surrounded by a warmth that my body craved, one into which I leaned as I wrestled my legs, swinging, and I was nestled on a warm, beating chest. Was I being carried? I had no idea what was happening, but I felt like I was moving, yet I couldn’t open my eyes. Even when the whispers grew loud enough to sound like two people, my body seemed to be in shutdown mode, and I was unable to lift a finger to resist. That’s what brings me back to the altered memories, which played out like a long horror movie, all the way up to the point where I was back at the accident again, but this time, instead of stopping at the moment the glass broke as it always did. It passed a limit that unlocks my memories. I was stuck in the overturned car with my teddy bear bag, still belted to the seat, when I saw something unbelievable - feet that weren’t fully human or animal, but had hind legs. A

The air was thick with rising, deathly tension between the fae female and the werewolf, who shared a conflicted look between them for what’s to come, and Myra didn’t like any of it at all. Well... Isn’t this so convenient? They already sealed her fate. ”I’m dead, aren’t I?” Myra's voice shattered the silence between Sinsana and Draven; his gaze slowly shifted to her as his irritation grew, and he pushed himself off the wall to stand beside her. “What?” ”I mean, there isn’t any way you will just let me go, and I know for a fact what being exterminated means, but this is your fault. I just wanted to help you after you freaking fell into my yard, and now I’m here because you bit me,” she calls, her fingers pointed to him. Sinsa remained silent, her amused expression revealing her fascination with the banter and dynamics between the two, as Draven approached Myra with a snarl in his tone. “Last time I checked, I didn’t force you to help me. If you’d just stayed inside and mind

The beast hadn’t been himself since that last night. He couldn’t shake the memory of her, especially when waking up with an erection, which he’d deal with in the shower; her twilight gray eyes haunted him, and her pleading voice, filled with pleasure, was a torment with every stroke of his cock. He closed his eyes, taking in how flush and hot her skin looked, how sultry and tempting her voice was when she cried out for him, and how it took all his self-control not to let his guard down and take her without remorse. As an alpha of a wolf-shifter species, he’d had his share of females in his early years, but none had ever made him crave the very air he breathed; the scent on her skin was as intoxicating as a drug. From the bounce of her full breasts to how much wetter her pussy had dripped, and how much he imagined placing those glorious nipples in his mouth, he’d drawn blood from his lips just to stay sane. He groaned, his fist wrapped around his cock, as the heated