All Chapters of Marked by my father's enemy alpha : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Salcan's POV I was certain the barricade would hold. The first strike I made against Damien didn’t work, even before this stupid red blood moon positioned itself in the sky. But I wasn’t worried, because I ordered my archers to aim again and release their arrows toward him. It proved useless. By the time the arrows reached the position where they had been standing, they had already taken cover. At least I knew one thing—he was weakened. Even though I watched him change before me under the moon, I knew he hadn’t come out of it unscathed. When I noticed that something seemed to be going wrong, I repositioned myself to a place where I could see everything clearly, where I could give orders without getting distracted. And then, the sound came. It was like steel hitting steel, and I could hear the rattling of boots on the ground beneath me. My lips curved slowly into a smile. That meant the bounty hunters had arrived, because nothing else could make such sounds. I was exhilar

Damien's POV We were marching steadily back to the Blackthorn lands when the unexpected happened. A group of wolves emerged ahead of us. They looked like healers—I could tell from their staffs and the way they moved. The others looked like witches. They were all dressed like rogues, but their presence was commanding, despite their rank. Alura's voice cut through the air. "What do you want, and why are you in our way?" She immediately moved out of the line, her voice carrying the authority of an Alpha. "If you have a prophecy or a message for the pack, you know the way it is done. You will come to the lands and deliver them. This is the law.” Alura’s presence didn’t make them flinch even one bit. They ignored her entirely. The leader of the rogue wolves lifted his chin slightly. “We have received visions for several years,” he said. “We have read the signs, and we knew that the Red Moon would reveal itself in time. Now it has. We have come to deliver the prophecy. The Alpha who

Lira's POV I stared at the woman for a long time. “Was this also an effect of the moon?” The question kept revolving around my mind as I watched her stand there, claiming she had borne Damien's child. I already knew, at least in fragments, that I had seen a child that was never mine. A child whom I felt was tied to Damien. But I still couldn't help but believe that she was just a desperate woman looking for shelter. Her appearance at this point seemed like too much of a coincidence. Alura stepped forward. “I don't understand you,” Alura said evenly. “And you cannot simply walk into our lands. You are not Blackthorn.” The woman stood still. “I have proof,” she said, her voice calm. “Proof that I'm telling the truth.” She reached into the small bag slung across her shoulder and pulled out a scroll. A murmur rippled through the pack. Even I felt it when she pulled out the scroll. The scroll was old and far older than anything that could have been made in my time. The s

Salcan's POV I took my men, gathered everything I had, secured Lumina, and moved immediately toward my lands through the secret tunnels and hidden routes I knew so well. There was no hesitation in my steps. Once we were fully beyond the Tarlock border, I ordered my men to keep moving. Tarlok crossed my mind for a brief moment. I remembered telling him to be careful, to lie low for the moment, and that if anything went wrong, he could reach out to me for more men. It was all a lie. I did not care about him or his land. He had only been useful as a tool to help me capture Damien. Now that the opportunity was gone, he no longer mattered. My words were meant to calm him, to keep him in place until I no longer needed him. My focus was entirely on what I had lost. Lyra. I had seen her power manifest under the red moon, no less. It had been during one of those nights that I connected her to the Moon Goddess when she was younger, forcing power into her through the dark magic I wielded.

Lord Marco's POV No one sat down even for a minute. They were always on the move. Sam and I watched the Blackthorne wolves. Some mended swords and battle gear while others just cooked herbs for hours. It seemed like taking a break was a crime.“No wonder they are the most powerful,” Sam said, his gaze still fixed on the courtyard.He was right. Every wolf knew how to perform their duty well.In reality, watching them work was just a distraction. I was worried about the woman that just showed up out of the blues. She sat a few inches away from me. And I couldn't help but feel uneasy. My initial plan was to get to these lands, reorganize and head back home. But after she showed up, everything changed. I had to find a place where I could make a phone call. I had to warn my brother. At the very least, I wanted to tell my men to take him into hiding. The moment Damien finally uncovered the truth about his child and his connection to her, my brother would be hunted. He had a hand in it.