All Chapters of The alpha beast who marked me. : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Myra could taste the alcohol on Tarrins lips her space filled with the Gamma's masculine musk as he kissed her; his hand grabbed at her waist as he kissed deeper. But Myra couldn’t feel the spark she felt with a certain alpha who she knew was staring; it made her curse in her mind when they separated after they felt a deathly glare from a certain male's eyes. “Well, Emerson, didn’t think you had it in you,” Tarrin whistled as Myra looked to a stunned-looking Jorah, who quickly closed his mouth even as his eyes blinked rapidly, as no one expected Myra to do that. “Well...fucking moons,” Enzo mutters while Navori squeals in delight at her plan working, seeing how mad Draven had gotten and was about to hate Myra now; she was sure of it. “Oh, you both look so perfect together,” she compliments, adding salt to the wound, and I am loving this game already!” She calls with applause. “Guess its my turn,” Tarin calls as he spins it to the bottle, and it ends up on Jorah, who shrugs

Myra couldn’t sleep that night, as it left her tossing and turning, lost to how Draven’s claim made her feel, and now nursing a raging hangover was the last part of her punishment. She still recalled every detail about last night, from being so delirious with want and sucking Draven off to seeing Jorah in that state. God, she felt so messed up and worse knowing Jorah thought she was eavesdropping. She didn’t know why she felt so bad about the situation with Jorah, yet it kept her up all night. Should she tell him about the woman she saw him with in the maze garden? Or had he known about it already and was in love with a taken man? Having a one-sided unrequited love was the worst one could ever have, especially since it’s been going on for ten years. Hell, even her crush on Nate hadn’t been for so long, and it hurt, but Draven’s had crushed her and still was crushing her. She couldn’t even begin to comprehend how loving someone for over ten years with nothing back would fee

Navori!" Myra called out to the smug blonde wolf, who turned with an innocent look of disbelief on her lips as she watched Myra marching towards her with determination. "It was you... wasn't it?" she snarled at Navori, her words catching the attention of the now gathering crowd as they all trailed closer. "What are you talking about?" Navori muttered with a gasp, her voice shaky and innocent, but Myra was not falling for it anymore. "It was you. You spread the word about my parents to your friends. You lied that I killed them. You are a liar!" Myra argued as a small whisper began to gather by the bridge. Navori placed a hand on her chest, eyes watering as she put on her perfect persona of the innocent damsel once again. "Do you believe I would do that? Of course you would; it's been your agenda to put me as the bad guy even though I’ve done nothing but accept you into our pack!" Navori argued. Her words made Myra’s brows crease in confusion. “What the hell are you playin

Myra’s POV. Navori’s words hit me like a physical blow, humiliation burning through me as my last shred of trust with the pack crumbled from her words. And Navori had done it perfectly, breaking down every single bit of trust the pack might have held for me. One that was already on thin ice since the news spread of Alaric's death, which I caused for meddling in. But I was more surprised to have woken up to Tarrin by my side. I couldn't help but jump off him in surprise when I noticed his hands around me. I could see hurt that was immediately laced with amusement as Tarrin let out his signature boyish smile before he stood up from the bed. “T-Tarrin…” I mutter as I watch him wear his shirt back with a slow shake of his head to assure me. “Don’t worry about it, Emerson; I just wanted to keep you warm,” he called with a wink, masking whatever awkwardness I felt. And I was grateful to him, but I didn't want to let him think any of my advances were a green light towards him;

News had spread across the pack of Myra’s powers, so fear followed, as they all had begun to wonder what Myra’s actual intentions and origin were. It was rare enough already to find a healer and unimaginable to find a half-human who could heal the Canix madness, a rare gift that was sought after, especially for the virus that had been plaguing them for over two decades… The lycans made sure they got rid of all healers who even had a slight idea of a cure just so that their Canix would have no cure; that would be the death of different packs when the panic took effect. But it was more of a shock than luck for the pack and bad news for Navori, who wanted the last thing for Myra to have to be praised and loved by the pack. She felt the jealousy ride up her spine during the emergency meeting that was called by the elders one that she may have had an influence in secretly calling for. It was led by her uncle, one of the last remaining representatives to the Elders of Draven’s