บททั้งหมดของ The alpha beast who marked me. : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Myra's emotions were in turmoil, thanks to the Lycan's ultimatum, which had everyone on edge, especially Draven; although the alpha seemed unfazed, Myra felt overwhelmed with guilt. As she walked to her room, the weight of her guilt drained her physical strength, and she longed for a refreshing bath and some time to think clearly. She sees a glimpse of her face on the wall-length mirror, noticing the eye bags from stress. There had hardly been a moment without a problem, and every day Myra grows weary of her place in the pack. “Navori was right; they would all be better off without me, I just know it,” she whispers, biting back the tears. She heads to the showers, her hands heavy but still strong enough to peel off her dress, and gets into the bathroom, dipping her body with a satisfied hum into the warm tub. The sudden warmth immediately relaxes her, and the memories of the past few hours spring back up. She still couldn’t understand why the Lycans were so adamant about g

After leaving Myra's chambers, Draven felt a surge of rage as he walked down the quiet corridors, his feral instincts urging him to return, pin her to the wall, and claim her until she confessed to the world that she belonged to him. He felt a dominating and possessive sensation, one he'd never experienced so intensely about anyone before, and he knew it was his punishment for desiring something he shouldn't, especially since he already had a woman, which made things complicated. And now he is handling a bottle of scotch he may have swiped from Tarrin’s surprise birthday collection, but he’d gotten a dozen more that the gamma would like instead. He enjoyed the burn of the alcohol on his throat as he swung the bottle in his hands while heading towards his chambers. He opened the doors to his room, catching a whiff of a scent that had his brows knit in a frown: Navori. Standing with her hands folded on her chest, she glared at the windows before turning around, her eyes lock

Myra's head was a storm of dark thoughts as she recalled Navori's threats, which targeted not just her, but also Draven, and could lead to his banishment if they discovered that he was the one who had bitten her. She had been avoiding him like the plague ever since that day, even shunning Jorah's clinic because it was a safe haven for her. She was foolish to think she could have a life here; it was an illusion, one that was slowly shattering to reveal the harsh reality. She didn't belong here; she belonged back in the human realm, working behind a desk, caring for her furry patients, and never giving the shifter's realm a second thought. Instead of leaving, she stays in her chambers, barely eating, and worrying about Imogen, who refuses to go until she sees Myra eat a substantial amount. Myra knew she was a terrible person and no one would ever care for her. She knew in her heart she wasn’t a good person, especially since she still had plans to leave and break Draven’s hea

The day of the shifters’ accord had arrived as Draven, Enzo, and the rest of Draven's Nightclaw troop were ready for the journey to the Moon Vale pack, where it’s being held. The Moon Vale pack that shielded itself in mystery for years, the alpha, and the people settled for the most perfect place for the accord. Draven was ready with his entourage, being his most trusted delta warriors, with Enzo being his strategist and beta. While Tarrin was left in the pack to guard and oversee the rest of the people in their alpha's absence with Myra going with them, and though they argued for two straight days about bringing her along, Draven couldn’t fight the logic that she was the reason that a war might soon begin, so of course she had to be there, and there was no way around it. So before sunrise Myra meets them by the gates at dawn, the misty air a crisp cold that drives her awake as she watches seven wolves tower over her, and the black wolf beast with those familiar crimson ey

As they all stared, the silence loomed deep, a testament to Draven's fearless composure in the face of the Aragon brothers, who had expected him to surrender Myra to get to harklaw, one that the alpha rejected right away. “You can’t go through with it, Draven; it’s a death sentence,” Enzo raged, pacing back and forth through the common room where the four of them sat. Right after dinner, they met up, and Myra was relieved to have escaped quickly, especially since she could feel the lycans' gazes on her back, and the steak at dinner didn't sit well. It felt like a hot rock seemed to lodge in her throat with each swallow, as she struggled to contain her anger. She imagined taking a fork and pushing it into Varion’s eye socket. The lycan’s eyes held a smug defiance in them as he sipped his wine and stared at Myra, showing that there was nothing she could do to take Rei back from him, and she was his property. The Red Dawn chief barely glanced their way, trying his best to avo