All Chapters of The alpha beast who marked me. : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The Nightclaw pack was in an uproar over Myra’s disappearance. Draven still vividly recalled the moment Myra slipped into Sinsa’s gate, which triggered his furious roar; he slammed the wall, breaching the doors in his path, his eyes turning a bloody crimson. The alpha's destruction bathed the halls as Tarrin rushed away in record time, with Draven's mighty frame towering over him, his body radiating a deathly aura after a half-shift to his beast. There was no time for questions as Tarrin called out, "Draven, stop! You're destroying the estate and scaring our pack members!" The gamma pleaded, but Draven's rage consumed him. "Myra is gone! Sinsa took her!" Draven roared, racing outside and bolting through the gates, howling and speeding past the forest in his haste to reach Myra. He let out a howl to summon his soldiers, who rushed to follow him closely, as he raced past the Nightclaw territories, her scent still fresh in the air. He knew this path like the back of his h

Myra wakes up with a mixed flurry of emotions; the moment she closed her eyes, she envisioned the emerald's mesmerizing parts, which drew her in like a green whirlpool. It was cruel punishment to open her eyes and see he wasn’t here. Each memory brings a searing pang to her heart, and at first, she wakes up in panic, but it quickly settles in when she recalls that she is no longer part of the Nightclaw pack, but rather the Lykos clan. In moments like this, she could imagine Remnick's gaze on her, and she was pretty sure he would kill her if he had the chance, given that she had broken Draven's heart. To her, being drained by a vampire wouldn't be a bad way to go, especially compared to the constant ache in her chest she felt anyway. It didn't stop, and instead served as a stark reminder of her choice, haunting her. Myra had hoped that taking a bath would distract her from him. As she dips herself into the sunken floor tub, a part of her screams not to wash away the sce

Myra’s POV. I know I should be wary of trusting the Lycans, as there are many fine lines between good and bad, for better or for worse. But Sinsa's presence had alleviated my doubts, at least for a few hours, as we sat apart from the Aragon brothers, although I could sense her discomfort, which she tried to conceal. “Can you tell me anything, Sinsa… Where have you been? Did they hurt you?” I mutter as Sinsa shakes her head; panic shines in her eyes as she holds on to my hand and squeezes it. “No!” She smiles at me, not quite reaching her eyes. “I’ve been safe; I’ve just been at Harklaw for a few days. I took a request from the Lycan to meet with the phoenix, and I was denied at first, but she will surely meet you,” she assured, and there was a relief that settled in me. ”Really, that’s good. When do we go?” “We…um…we just have to wait, Myra…” “But how long?” I asked Sinsa, and I could see doubt in her gaze before she reached out to squeeze my hands. “Not long, I pr

“Dad…” Myra whimpers, Markus’ face crumbles, his eyes light up, and, for the first time in years, he can finally breathe as he passes his hands through the open bars, tracing her face with his trembling fingers. “Myra? Oh God, Myra… How we tried to keep them from you,” he murmurs, as Myra shakes her head in disbelief, grabbing for her father’s hands, tears falling from his eyes. “How, Dad...how are you here? How are you still alive after all this time?” Myra cried, tears streaming down her face, as Markus’ face, too, was filled with tears, his eyes yearning to hug his child, even though they were separated by prison cells. “Tell me everything,” she begs her father. “My dear baby girl, Daddy is so sorry for not protecting you and your mother,” he mutters. “I should have told you about them, but we wanted you to grow up normally, since you were only half lycan and showed no signs of the traits,” he explained. Your mother was so happy that you didn’t have any lycan traits because

“Myra…please, no, don’t leave…don’t, Myra!” Draven roars, waking up with her name heavy on his tongue, haunted by the memory of that day by the gate, which had plagued his dreams every night since then. He still couldn't accept that she had chosen Verik, that monster, as her family, and it was unbearable because he loved her to the point of insanity. His love for her was so intense that it triggered his beastly instincts, which he used to numb the emotional pain that came with being human, and he struggled to erase the memories and lose himself in his bestial state. Initially, neither the subjects nor his friends complained, even though he had abandoned all his responsibilities to his gamma, uncaring about the consequences, as if a part of him had been sealed away by Myra's words. Word had spread about the mad king's rampage, and it had become so bad that Remnick had broken his own rules, stepping into the Nightclaw pack to find his friend; however, Draven had treated him