All Chapters of The alpha beast who marked me. : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

His kiss was intoxicating, setting her insides ablaze and revealing what a true kiss should feel like, a burning sensation that walked the line between pleasure and survival. At first, Myra had just wanted to get over it; a kiss was something that was bound to happen. But moons not like this, she hadn’t expected to feel like her whole skin was on fire, desperate to explore more of the heated cavern of the alpha’s lips that wanted to consume her. This was something like the fluttering innocent kisses she read about in books. It was... It was, God, she couldn’t think right now. At first, she had seen the conflict in his gaze when he backed away, but as she leaned in, a curse slipped from his lips, and he kissed her; now, he devoured her lips, and she couldn't get enough either. Her hands rose to caress his silky locks, and she couldn't help but rut and grind against him, unable to stop herself. God, what was happening? It was difficult for her to resist him, the male w

As Myra watched Draven enter the open space, she saw the other wolves feeding on a corpse, their heads buried in the meat. It was then that she had a stark realization: it wasn't just a wild animal, but one of the werewolves. A perpetuating horror burned through her veins as she clasped a hand over her lips to stop herself from hyperventilating and inevitably giving out her position. When she senses tension in the air, specifically a cold, chilling feeling of bloodlust, she stiffens, triggered by the alpha's command, 'Myra, run!' Draven roars as his body transforms, shifting into his wolf form just as the bloodlust erupts. The other three wolves had joined the attack, leaving Draven no opening, just as Myra screamed his name in horror at the scene unfolding before her. “Draven…oh my god, what do I do?” she mutters to herself, unbeknownst to her of the large canine of a Canix wolf a few feet behind her. Myra feels the hair on her neck and forearm stand, and just in

The vampire moved in a blur, his eyes still locked on Myra, his icy stare capable of freezing any sane person in horror. But she stared back, defying the fear that seeped into her lower stomach, even as her whole body urged her to look away. “What is a hybrid tdoing with you? and why can I smell the scent of a fresh bite on her skin? Did you do this?” He asks Draven, his gaze fixed on Myra, who remains unshaken. The male seemed amused, his eyes settling into a calmer yet still calculating gaze. Myra feels the male beside her vibrate as a wicked snarl echoes from his throat. The surging noise drove her, a vampire, a step back and almost made her insides burn. Damn his good looks, she cursed internally. “She is with me, Rem,” Draven warned, “I won’t say it again.” The name nods, bowing his head slightly, a show that his words were safe, before he replies, “Draven.” “Of course, my mansion will house you for the night, old friend,” he calls just as Myra’s gaze shifts towar

MYRA’S POV. I wake up in a surge of dreams that trap me. This time I was plagued with a new dream, one that captured me with fear, as my new dream has a new, all-too-familiar assailant, Remmnick. The vampire's wicked and savage smirk was fixed on me, his eyes never leaving my frame, and for a moment, I could have sworn they transformed into terrifying fiery orbs filled with bloodlust. One moment I'm watching him, and the next is a blur as he grabs me, his canine piercing my skin, while I scream out Draven's name, frozen in place. All I saw was the vampire's reflection, reveling in my struggles as he sank deeper into my blood. “You taste delicious…but you’d look so much better with all your blood drained, human,” he mewls, his wicked chuckles jolting me awake from sleep, my eyes shooting up, my breathing ragged, and my body trembling. “Draven!” I scream as my eyes adjust to the room, taking in the sunrays filtering through the fluttering windows, the dark drapes, and th

“Russland.” Remnick says, his eyes darken, “what are you doing here?” He clled with a cut gaze towards the vampire. ”Ouch, such a cold welcome, Is that really how you will greet your brother, Rem?"the vampire chucked. "Enough games Russland " Draven mutters. "well of you'd like to know, I felt my brothers energy for the first time in a decade. Of course, I'd come to give him a splendid welcome back home.” Russ calls with his eyes still on Myra. One Draven noticed as he stepped forward to block her from the vampire's gaze, making Russ look up at him, “Ah, the exiled prince is back. I knew it was you, since you are the cause of my brother's stupid decision to leave in the first place.” ”Russ…” Remmnick warns, there was tense silence in the air, and the vampires by Russ’s side both hissed at Draven when they heard his snarl. The female vampires were identical sisters with auburn hair and porcelain doll features. “Keena, Khenzie… It’s alright,” he called to the twi