All Chapters of The alpha beast who marked me. : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“You can’t be serious, Draven; you’re bluffing!” Ruben says with a laugh, his eyes turning to Enzo, hoping to see apprehension. But the beta’s eyes are firm, and he says no words. Both males wear a look of dead seriousness on their faces. As the Red Dawn chief stammers, his smile falters, replaced by terror, as he threatens, “'We will win. You can't possibly think you'll win this war with the Lycans and my Red Dawn soldiers involved, and if you kill me, you'll be marked for death!” However, his trembling voice betrays his bluff, and they remain unfazed. “I won’t kill you too soon, Myra, but know this: you will regret every waking second of your existence, Ruben,” Draven’s voice brooded, dark and menacing with each word. “You can’t do this—please don’t—aghh!” “Watch me,” Draven says, crushing his left leg. A scream rings out as they walk out of the prison, with his brother by his side. They can see the darkness that threatens to destroy the alpha from within, and when

The pain was unbearable, and she heaved out harsh breaths until her body finally calmed. As she slowly dragged herself out of the water, Myra clawed at her chest and draped herself under the blanket, her eyes slipping heavily into darkness. As she drifted off to sleep, a warm streak rolled down her face, her body burning and naked under the sheets, growing hotter by the minute. For months, Myra has been experiencing trance-like dreams, in which she runs through the woods, only to discover that her hands and feet have transformed into the paws and claws of a beast. She felt a thrill unlike any she’d experienced before, a liberating feeling that filled her with joy, until she saw a dark wolf standing at the cliff’s edge; its red, crimson eyes pierced her chest with pain. “Wait, please wait!” she cried out. Myra jolted awake, gasping and sweating, to find herself back in her bed. This time, she took a cold shower to cool her warm body, but she couldn’t shake the memory of those

Myra woke up with soreness between her thighs and hips. She groaned as she rolled on the bed, her hands slipping past the sheet, and felt that this wasn’t the silk sheet she was used to; this wasn’t her home. She opened her eyes to see she wasn’t on her bed but in an unfamiliar room. There was a moment of panic as her heart pounded, but then she recollected bits and pieces of last night. From being rescued by a stranger, whom she willingly surrendered to and shamelessly begged to tak her, Myra finds herself whispering, “Oh my God, I'm so stupid; why did i act like a freaking dog in heat!” She scolds herself as she rushes to gather her belongings. But it was strange; she had never wanted a man as much as she did last night. No man's kiss had ever ignited such passion in her, and it had to be someone with no known identity. She couldn't pretend that last night's events weren't already etched in her brain; she resented how her memory loss was impacting her, and this time, sh

Myra was paralyzed, unsure why she couldn't move, but the stranger in front of her radiated danger, causing her throat to constrict with fear. The sight of this person was unsettling; her body reacted badly, breaking out in goosebumps, and her senses went into overdrive due to the danger this male posed. “Who the fuck are you?” Myra clutched the bat, her eyes wide with fright, as she watched the male chuckle, his large frame exuding danger with a smirk a she neare dher and Myra's felt jitter over her body from this strange male. Her insists begged her to get away. “Did that Phoenix bitch really take all your memories, huh? Never mind, all you need to know is that you are mine. You've run away for so long, yet here you are once again, here with me,” he called with a creepy grin as Myra studied his face, from the scar on his brow to the nape of his neck. As she tries to recall the man, her head begins to ache, but her body warns her of danger, and when he reaches out to grab

Myra's heart pounds from Navori's heartless words as she feels numb all over, feeling the warm blood rush through her body in realization of their heinous plans for her. "We need to kill her now, Verik," Navori says again, her voice losing patience as she looks at the Lycan who stares. “No… not before the marking and then succession,” Verik mutters. And Myra finds confusion settling in her features as she holds back to the cage that feels like it burns. “What? What do I have to do with your succession? You don't make sense; none of this does. I am just a vet that treats animals.” Myra argues as Verik lets out a dark chuckle. “No, Myra, you are more than you'd ever think; you are my greatest obsession and obstacle, but all the more, you are what I need,” he says, and Myra's brows crease with confusion. “You see, Myra, the moment my title was forcefully taken, and with my brother's existence wiped from the face of the shifter realms map, there was only one choice for the suc