All Chapters of The alpha beast who marked me. : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The plan was simple: keep Myra alive and safe so she could make it past the crimson moons and her shift. And yet, for the next few days, she barely saw the trace of the said men who wanted to help her, seeing neither Draven nor his second and third in command. And it felt like she was going crazy not knowing what was happening; she was the reason they were in a frenzy, right? But she was more than thankful, as both Tarrin and Enzo hadn’t fully understood the whole situation or been given a full context on why Draven needed their help, but they were ready to. But Myra couldn’t keep them out of the loop, and it looked like it hurt Draven too, so she permitted him to explain that she’d been bitten and turned into a werewolf. But they kept the lie that it was a rogue who sired her. And Jorah's cure with her blood was finally in full effect to help Canix turn into a wolf. After that, they got to work, meeting on a schedule in Draven's study each day as their sketch from Jorah

“What the hell do you mean by that? Myra hasn’t done anything wrong!” Draven snarls at the Lycan's accusations, his hands holding more tightly to Myra’s unconscious body. “Witnesses would say otherwise; you should have kept hold of your wolf during her first change, yet you let her roam free,” one guard snarls, and Draven's eyes move towards Enzo. His gaze glazed with fury as he recalled the moment he’d returned from the south coast only to find Enzo wounded with scratch marks on his neck and chest. The only thing he’d said was that Myra had gone on a mad spree under the crimson moon, and he opened the door in a moment of weakness and worry, and she attacked him, running out of the tower base and into the woods. So none of them could even claim they’d seen her since they’ve been searching desperately for hours, and now Draven was furious that the Lycan had something over them. “That doesn’t prove your lies; for all we know, this is a setup from you Lycans,” Draven snarls.

The moment his tongue licked through her folds, Myra’s words were nonexistent, and her world sparked in flames and came alive. Draven licked her pussy like a hungry beast, devouring her juices as her body trembled with each lick of his tongue. The heat in her core grew as Myra held onto the sheets for dear life, biting back her moan but was stopped by Draven, who pulled her legs apart. “I want to fucking hear your voice call out my name … You’re like my own personal melody,” the alpha snarled with heat licking to the core, causing her to erupt into orgasmic flames as her chest pounded. "Draven..Ngh" She looked toward Draven, whose eyes were darkened with need for her, enthralled and possessive, leaning over her with his ravenous gaze studying her every breath as his cock hardened. “This pussy belongs to me,” he growled. His hands palmed at the very top of her breast and back to her aching, dipping cunt. Myra didn’t know what was wrong with her, but she couldn’t say no.

MYRA’S POV. I felt his presence before I even saw him, as I looked to my side to see pairs of feet dangling in the air as Draven had them both in the air with his hands wrapped around their throats. “We…we are…sorry, Alpha, spare us,” one pleads. “Please…have mercy…” The others choke out as I see their bodies writhing in fear and in survival mode. Undoubtedly they deserved to be punished, yes, but not dead, and Draven was going to kill them right now if I didn’t intervene. And I’ve had enough of the rumors already, and this would be catastrophic, knowing a Lycan already lost his life to me not too long ago and now I have a bounty on my head and war could be waged. “You’d think I’d let you live after I found you with my woman? Huh?” He called and slammed both of them to the wall as his voice blasted me out of my thoughts. “Draven, stop!” I find myself hissing out as I look around panicked, seeing if we are alone. What if weird rumors begin spreading tomorrow? “Please,

Verik was here. The vicious king who had no remorse and cut a man's head off with no mercy—no, Myra could recount how he was excited when he did it. He was a bloodthirsty tyrant. Myra could still recall the mad look of exhilaration in his gaze when blood spilled on the tent carpet and Alaric’s head rolled. Their laughter still haunts Myra as Reilania’s broken face pops in her mind and her heart squeezes. Myra finds her heart jumping from Draven’s growl. He was not amused in the slightest if the Lucan kings appeared to his pack, as his eyes slit with deadly fury… “That bastard is here again. Does he want a death wish?” Draven called as the alpha paced in his study just as Tarrin sighed. “I hate to say it or admire it, but he does have the diplomatic right to be here for the death of a lycan that one of our own caused. His brows were knotted into a frown, which came as a surprise to Myra, who never saw the gamma unhappy, as he was always with a smile or playful smirk on hi