All Chapters of The alpha beast who marked me. : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The hall had fallen silent as Myra faced Navori, her eyes screwed up in confusion, gazing at Navori’s crumpled dress with a dark spot clearly showing the red wine stain, while Myra’s wine glass had smashed on the floor, leaving hundreds of glass shards. Myra could barely focus as Navori’s scream rang out loud, drawing the attention of the crowds. “What did I ever do to you, huh? Haven’t you done enough to me? Haven’t you ruined my life enough, hybrid?” “Navori, wait, I—” “You come here, as a cursed bitten wolf, taking away my mate, stealing him and humiliating me in the process, day by day. You won’t stop!” She screamed. Myra stood stiffly, becoming the center of attention as all the snide stares focused on her, accompanied by whispers and curses of hatred that surrounded her, bringing her to the verge of tears. With no one on her side, she felt isolated, as everyone adored their mistress, who was incapable of harm; she needed to escape. “What? You have nothing to say

(A few hours prior,) Draven was on the edge of murdering someone. Ever since Myra walked away from him, her frail and ruined shoulder growing smaller in the distance, a rage had been building in the alpha, fueled by the pain he saw in her eyes when she thought he doubted her. As Draven strode back to the hall, his eyes blazed with wrath, and people still gathered, their eyes darting towards the commotion, for he had never felt such sheer anger coursing through his veins. With Enzo gone, Navori getting her hands treated, and Tarrin stationed by the hall's entrance doors, Draven ordered everyone to stay put. However, as soon as he saw Draven return, he sensed something was terribly wrong. A cold shiver went down the gamma’s spine watching Draven’s darkened eyes as he aimed for the door. “Go easy on them, Drav…” he muttered, but Draven could barely hear anything. Seeing his woman treated like a criminal by his people filled his body with seething, heated wrath. The look

For hours, Myra hadn't left her room, and the entire pack was in an uproar due to the alphas' rampage across the pack grounds, as no one knew what was truly happening with their alpha. Myra felt shattered; she was torn apart, judged, and then pieced back together by the same man who had destroyed her without taking responsibility or showing any remorse, and was now obsessed with her. His apology meant nothing to her, especially since she couldn't stand him at the moment and was angry that Draven had done that to her just because she wanted out. Although she could still feel his scent like a brand on her skin, she found herself thinking about him, despite having given his primal side the authority to hurt her, and his heated breath still seemed to fan her skin. No, she didn’t want him anymore; she wanted him gone from her life and awaited being away from the Nightclaw alpha. She couldn’t stand that she loved him regardless. “I need to get out of here,” she muttered, rocking

Draven felt like the ground had sunk from beneath his feet at Myra’s accusations. “...Myra" he starts slow, hard eyes fixed on her small frame, "where did you hear this?” Draven questioned, his nostrils flared and eyes searching hers. “Because I know, Draven. I know what your father did 11 years ago: he went into the human realm, to Asheville, and he and his nightclaw wolves killed my parents in cold blood,” she said, as Draven stiffened her once kind and warm eyes now held ice.. At first, his face showed only confusion, but then something clicked, and it contorts into horror. “Myra, you…you have to listen to me…You have to understand that even in his own twisted and rigid way, the only thing my father wanted was peace for the shifters, and the lycans were doing something bad… he didn’t know—” “No! Draven,” Myra pushed at his chest with a cry, “Because of whatever selfish plans he had, innocent humans—my parents—were caught in the crossfire and were killed. Your father k

The explosion of magic sparks formed an open gate as two figures leaped out of it. “Agh!” Sinsa exclaimed as they both landed on the cold grass. “Fuck, we almost didn’t make it!” Sinsa breathed. “I didn’t even know I had that much magic left in me to get us this far. I’m sorry this is the only gate I could make,” Sinsa explained. “Lycans have a warded veil, even through the mountain.” Myra looked up to see where Sinsa’s door had led them: the Moving Caves. "If we leave now, we can reach the Lycans' territory. We can sneak past the Lygarths' cave, and then Harklaw, the Phoenix Queen, will help you. I want you to be free, to find your purpose, and to reunite with your family. Myra, even though Draven is my friend, he's become my enemy now," she assured. “I told you I wanted to leave; you helped me. You did nothing wrong, so you're not to blame,” Myra muttered to Sinsa as they stood up, their gazes fixed on the familiar cave opening. “Then our only option is to enter the Lyg