Todos os capítulos de Marked by the Alpha, Claimed by the Enemy King : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 5

The whole pack crammed into the clearing under that fat red moon.Torches hissed and popped in a rough ring. Cold bit through bare feet. Pine smell mixed with wet dirt and the sour edge of too many wolves breathing the same air. Everyone stood human tonight, eyes catching firelight, all eager for something to happen.Lyra Vale stood in the middle.Barefoot. Her thin transparent dress sticking to her skin from nerves and frost. No covering , no nothing. Tradition said the Moon Goddess liked you stripped down and honest.Bullshit tradition.Her hands shook so she balled them tight. No way she’d let them see her rattle. Not tonight. Not when her whole damn future hung on what came next.Across the dirt stood Rowan.Big. Golden eyes. Next Alpha. Her mate.Three nights ago at the harvest his knuckles grazed hers and the bond slammed home. World flipped. Her wolf lunged inside her chest screaming *mine mine mine*. She hadn’t slept since. Not scared. Hope-drunk.He never said a word about it

The chains weren’t heavy.They didn’t have to be.Magic crawled inside the iron, cold and alive, squeezing tighter whenever her heart kicked hard. Like the metal could smell the thing waking up in her blood and wanted to choke it quiet before it got loud.She walked because stopping meant getting dragged.The army slid through the dark like spilled ink. Hooves hit frozen ground in dull thuds. Armor scraped soft. Nobody talked unless ordered. Even the wind seemed scared to touch them.Kael rode point.Never once looked back.Lyra caught her foot on a rock, staggered, pain lancing up her shredded soles. She bit down the yelp. No way she’d feed these bastards her pain.Soldier next to her glanced over. “You’ll drop before sunrise at this speed.”“Then take the fucking chains off,” she muttered.He laughed. Short. Dead. “Take those off and you might level the whole ridge.”She shut up.Because part of her wondered if he was right.That silver blast from her hands kept replaying. The way i

Lyra couldn't breathe.It rained heavily across the balcony, tiny cold beads catching on the iron railing where Rowan’s knuckles went white. Water slid down his wrists, soaking the leather strapped tight around his forearms. His chest moved slow, careful, like he was holding the wolf inside by his teeth.“Lyra.” Quieter now. Almost broken. “Come home.”That word punched straight through her. Home. Dawn runs on wet grass. Pine thick in the air. Rowan’s low voice behind her..shift your weight, angle the blade, breathe through the strike. Survive.Her fingers dug into the stone frame of the balcony door.“You shouldn’t be here,” she said. Voice steady against her beating heart.Rowan huffed, no humor in it. “You’re locked in the enemy king’s fucking palace. I stopped caring about should the second they dragged you away.”“They didn’t drag me.” She forced the words out. “I walked.”His jaw locked so hard she saw the muscle jump. “Right into his cage.”Behind her the room stayed dark, fire