All Chapters of The alpha beast who marked me. : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

The human henchmen were right about the catacombs just a few miles from the killer's warehouse that was blown to cinders; now Draven, Enzo, and Jorah had gone into the tunnel. “We have to move in stealth; I don't think they know we are here yet,” Jorah mutters quietly, but all goes down the drain the moment they take a sharp turn into a group that screams a hole from their presence. With Draven wasting no time in this beast, she cleared through the crowds of shooting humans who all missed his devilishly insane speed. His claws and canines raged through the crowd, with the smell of death surrounding the space and with no space for mercy. “So much for stealth,” Jorah mutters as his mate's smirk shuts as the trio rounds up. “Draven will take the north tunnel, and I will take the east, while you—” gunshots ring, cutting the healer off just as he leans over to duck the oncoming fire of the bullets. Just as he looks at his mate, “I guess you’re taking the west,” he says as Enzo no

Myra is steadfast with her attack; she crouched down the moment Navori throws a punch, and her legs slid down before they connected with Navori's knees, taking her off balance as Navori stumbled back into the wall. Myra takes the first opening to land a blow on Navori’s face. The female shrieks from the pain as her hands travel eagerly; she touches her lips to see a bloodstain on her fingers. “Come on, Navori, it's just a little blood. I thought you didn't want a hybrid trash kicking your ass,” Myra calls with a shout, but her words infuriate Navori, who screams as she lunges for Myra. But she was filled with rage as Myra easily overpowered her, though her body ached from the abuse. She didn't let Navori win as she reached a hand to pin Navori above her as the nightclaw female screamed. “This isn’t fair, this isn’t fair. Why do you get to have everything? Why do you get to have it all?” She screams with her legs flailing like a child throwing a tantrum. Myra's eyes were st

Myra! Myra, wake up,” Draven muttered, tucking his mate into his arms. He rushed towards the meeting point where Jorah stood, with Navori passed out over Enzo's shoulders. The pair turned, their eyes wide with panic as the group trailed through the gate, finding themselves in the Phoenix fireplace. “What happened?" Jorah called, his gaze creased with worry. “She—Myra, the baby,” Draven managed, and Jorah’s eyes flooded with panic. They rushed her inside, sounding the alarm as bird healers filed into the room. Myra was quickly cleansed of the dried blood on her skin and dressed in a clean tunic. Jorah pleaded for the alpha to leave, knowing that hearing his mate’s whimpers of pain might trigger a violent urge. He held a handful of crushed herbs, gently pouring them into her mouth. Every second was thick with dreadful tension. The healer’s guilt rose as Myra’s body spasmed; a pained cry left her lips and her body lurched forward. “It hurts…” she whimpered. Tears wet her eyes

So much anxiety and panic had run through Myra’s mind from the moment she made the resolute decision to see her father. She had spent the first days lingering just feet away from his chamber door, only accepting reports from the healers on his recovery. On the third day, when he was finally awake, she let herself cry in Draven's arms, her whole body trembling as she thanked the moons that her father was alive. And now she stood by his chamber door, a room the phoenix had been so kind to provide. Myra took a nervous swallow before she took a tentative step forward, turning the knob and letting herself into the room. A smile of relief and near-disbelief etched her features as she looked at the scene in front of her. Hunched forward was her dad, Markus, his eyes alight with intrigue as he questioned the bird shifters about the herbs and methods used to clean his wounds. Myra’s smile stretched. Who was she kidding? This was her dad, and he never changed; his fascination

Myra couldn’t believe it. Even as she held Reilania in her arms, she couldn’t fathom the day she would see her friend again. “Rei, you’re here. How?” she cried, tears falling as she recalled the last time she had seen her—broken and tormented by the Lycan brothers who had killed her lover while they laughed. But Rei had survived their torment. She had survived everything she was put through, and Myra couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride. She caught sight of someone else standing near her husband; Alpha Maddox of the Moonvale pack was here. Draven, now dressed, gave her a short, tender kiss as he explained he needed to speak with the Moonvale Alpha. Myra held onto Reilania, and in her friend's gaze, she saw something dear when she looked at Maddox—a look that held love. “You and Alpha Maddox? How did that happen?” Myra asked the moment they were alone in her chambers. Rei let out a fond smile. “It's a long tale, one that even I have some memory loopholes about, but I w