All Chapters of The alpha beast who marked me. : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

“No, no, please...stop,” Myra whimpers in her sleep, trapped in a nightmare where she’s back in the cage, at the mercy of Verik, who looms over her; she struggles, but feels paralyzed. And right by her side on the floor were the corpses of Draven, Tarrin, and her friends. The scene was horrific, with blood everywhere, and Myra finds herself screaming as her eyes fly open to see Draven holding and shaking her. Her body jerks upright as he rushes outside to the back of the tent, and she vomits, her body trembling violently. When she feels a hand on her back, she flinches, but then relaxes into the familiar touch and scent of her alpha, who takes her back to the tent after cleaning her up. “Myra, I’m here, I’m here, my love,” he calls as Myra’s body relaxes. Her body feels cold to the touch, as if she had woken up in a cold sweat, her breath heavy as he looks at her. She reaches out with small hands to caress his face, repeating like a mantra, 'You're real, you're here,' afte

As Myra struggled to keep Navori trapped, giving the delta time to escape, he raced through the cave with Tarrin on his back, his shoulder burning from the pain, but he didn't stop, keeping his body on high alert. From Myra’s orders, he knew there was barely any time for Tarrin, who was at the edge of death’s door. He then crawled over the narrow opening, wending through the rocky steps that Myra instructed him to follow. One moment he was at the mountain door, and the next he was back in the open lands of Death Valley; as he let out a sigh of relief, his admiration for his Luna grew, realizing how terrified she must have been to stay behind and fend off Navori. This only strengthened his determination to rejoin the group, so he hastened his pace, limping past the trees with the wounded gamma commander in his grasp; the unsettling sounds of the monsters prompted the delta to quicken his steps, especially after he heard a howl. As they approach the Harklaw borders, relief

The heavy downpour woke Myra up, and as she found herself in an unfamiliar bed, a sick, twisted horror surged through her. She recalled the Qilla she had encountered after escaping the cave, and now she felt foolish for falling into its trap. When she saw the bandage wrapped around her arm, she hissed, remembering how she had tried to scramble off the bed and hit the table. “She is awake!” Draven exclaims, his relief evident, with Jorah and Enzo right behind him. “Draven...what happened? Where—” She mutters, but Draven cuts her off, pulling her into a possessive hug, his strong body holding her tight. He held on tighter, breathing in deeply to calm her wolf's anxiety, and her insides relaxed as his shaky hand touched her stomach, his nervousness evident in his swallow. “The— the baby is—” “Our baby is fine. Myra, thank the moon you’re alright. I almost went mad when I saw the bruise on you. You scared me. God, I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t see you again,

Draven’s POV. This can't be happening; it just couldn't. My Myra was gone! At first, I had thought of it as nothing when I felt the bed empty, my Wolf had immediately become agitated after the two-minute mark; my mate was not back. I felt the panic rise in my system as I threw myself off the bed, walking through the lit and barely familiar halls in search of my mate, my pregnant mate that my wolf was more than protective over right now. I felt like a madman and was going insane, not even responding to my wolves who bowed at me for a greeting. No, I was too engrossed in panic for my mate as I searched, but nothing. My panic leads me next to my beta's room, barely registering his mate on top of him till Jorah makes a sound, a groan that is plausible to my presence as he looks fairly pissed, but I don't have the time to care. “Um, excuse me, your majesty, but maybe knock next time… What's wrong?” Jorah says, and while I was still fairly pissed at him for lying about Myra an

Myra stared with layered hatred towards the lycan who walked towards Silas, his head craned to the side and his hands at his back as he let out a wicked smile at the sight of Myra. Various rogue arrogance that has Silas, whose body stiffened although his hands were still on the trigger that faced her father. “Hands off the gun, Silas; don’t you want him for the Canix?” The lycan says with a bored expression while Myra’s eyes had not once left the two men. Her heart was pounding in her chest to see Verik and Silas working together all this time! She should have known, should have tried to get her memory fast enough, and maybe she would have caught Silas then. And no Navori words were like a mocking repeat as she watched the two men, just before Verik walked closer and took over her. Myra stares at Verik, her mother's killer, as her canines flame with a need to kill him, to know him till only blood and bones remain for all he's done to her and her family. It was a cynical,