All Chapters of The alpha beast who marked me. : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Myra’s body ached from the constant pain, her bones rattled, sore from the icy ground and the even colder threats from the lycans. He’d made sure to starve Myra to the point that even getting a sip of water was a luxury, making sure to rip off all her pride, turning them back into desperate shame. But Myra fights the surging pain quietly, barely saying a word as she finds her head throbbing with a sore, dulling ache as a reminder, one that never stopped taunting her each day. But today was different; being the third night, Myra had watched four servants and rogue male Lycan rogues walk in, watching her with disdain in their gazes as they reached for Myra. Myra struggled, thrashing against their hold as she turned towards the small bed where Sinsa lay to see she had turned her head away, and a bitter feeling grew in Myra; maybe she really was alone all along. And the more she had tried to struggle away from them as they led her to where Verik stands, Verik's tor

Myra’s memories all clashed like a shattered mirror as she found herself in the middle of a dark room, with images broken , shattered and torn thrown into a million pieces. And right in the middle of it all was Draven, the only thing that made sense, the love of her life, and all memories started to settle in, just as they were blocked by the harrowing cruel eyes of the quilla monster above her. One that she tried to fight as his monstrous eyes beheld something sinister in them as he clawed at her skin, the attack urging her into a defense. But she was so weak as she tried to fight and battle off the Qilla monster, who held on to Myra for a death bite just as she felt her body grow cold with goosebumps as she anguishedly screamed. “No!” She exclaims just as her eyes shoot open and she finds herself in a dark room, and not even a second later she feels someone close and the familiar face that leans over her. But Myra goes into a panicked overdrive when she sees the alpha

Tarrin had been captured. Myra couldn’t believe it, but with the solemn look on their faces, She was truly taken aback as Enzo explained that a spell trap meant for Draven was instead intercepted by Tarrin. And though they fought, the gamma had encouraged Draven to leave him and look for Myra instead because without him, Draven might have been a second late in saving Myra. “I just can't believe it, Verik. That monster has he not done enough?” Myra muttered with folded arms across her chest; the only thing calming her seething nerves was the alpha's scent that enveloped her. Enzo had then called for a private word with the alpha as they walked to the next room a few feet away, leaving Myra, who sat by the chair, her mind a mess. But then she feels this was weird why they were in such a flurry of panic as he looked at Jorah. “How long have I been asleep?” She mutters in a lost whisper as Jorah comes forward. “Just over two days, love; it's nothing to worry about. You need

Everything is ruined, all fucking ruined, Draven, you bastard," Verik's voice rumbled through the cursed forest of Death Valley. Only now was he pushed out of hiding after the ambush, and in his arms was Sinsa's corpse. Her eyes were open yet aloof from life, and her chest and body were cold to the touch, proving she was dead, and so was his personal gate. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" He roared. Death Valley is supposed to be impenetrable, yet the Nightclaw could find them so easily. And now Myra had escaped and, from the news of his scouts, was already back in the arms of the alpha wolf that he despised, leaving him back where he started with no Myra. But just as he was about to go on a killing rampage, one of the lycans raced to him, eyes wide with excitement. "Sire, you have to see this, it worked… We have the Nightclaw male trapped!" He called, and Verik let out a wicked chuckle. "Perfect." A few hours have passed, and Navori is still dumbstruck with fear as she paces abo

The sound of a whip echoes through the darkly lit space of the dungeon, as the stench of blood, sweat, and an earthy scent looms darkly over the dungeon walls as the whips echo on. Only the roof light shines through to the dark cave and makes him dangle over the ceiling with chains, with his hand strapped upwards as his shallow breath steams the lady around the caged dungeon as his breath harshens. It stops momentarily as grunts are now exchanged with the loud pitter-patter of feet as a female example paces up and down, her nails and fingers bitten and peeled. Her hair wasn't the prime and pristine style she once had, and all that was left was impending hate in her gaze. There was a dark, dangerous hate simmering in her eyes as she stared towards the chained male gamma who coughed and racked out lumps of blood from his torture. His body badly buried, with sliced, gnarly marks over his chest that bled, his eyes swollen with black purple cloth around them as he breathes deep