Semua Bab The alpha beast who marked me. : Bab 1 - Bab 6

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