All Chapters of Marked by the Alpha, Claimed by the Enemy King : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Branches whipped and scratched her arms raw as they dragged her deeper into the black.Lyra tripped over roots, stones slicing the soles of her feet. Blood mixed with frost. Every inhale scorched her lungs. Every beat of her heart punched the empty space Rowan left behind. Her wolf stayed curled tight, small and broken, not even whimpering anymore.The pack’s laughter faded behind the trees. Music. Cheers. All of it swallowed by the dark.Just the rough pants of the wolves dragging her now. Their boots crunching. Their grips bruising.“Keep moving,” one snarled, shoving when her legs buckled.She twisted. “Get off me.”A hard yank on her wrist shut her up. Fingers like steel cuffs.“King wants you breathing,” the same gravel voice said. “How much of you stays that way? Up to you.”King.The word sat heavy in her skull.Everybody knew who that meant. No pack name. No fancy title. Just *the king*. The bastard who’d clawed his way out of the eastern wastes, smashing every alliance that d

They didn’t lay a finger on her.She realized this.Servants came close but never touched, just waved her forward like she might bite or blow up. Guards trailed behind, armor scraping soft with every step. Whole group moved careful, like she was glass wrapped in gunpowder.Lyra kept her chin high and walked.Corridors twisted dark and endless. Black stone drank every scrap of light. Tall windows showed flashes of the city below, steel clanging, wolves moving like they never slept. This place didn’t rest. It sharpened itself for the next fight.“For a prisoner you strut like you own the place,” one guard muttered behind her.“I told your king,” she shot back without looking, “I’m not his prisoner.”He snorted. Shut up after that.Staircase spiraled up forever. Legs burned by the top but she didn’t slow. Show weakness here and they’d remember it forever.Servant pushed double doors wide.“Eastern wing,” she said quiet. “For you.”Lyra stepped in.Expected bars. Stone. A hole to rot in.

Rain hammered the balcony like fists on a drum. Lyra stood there dripping. Her nightdress clung cold and heavy. Rowan’s scent still cut through the wet air. Pine and hurt. Fading fast.She wanted to scream his name into the dark. She wanted to chase him. Instead her bare feet stayed rooted on cold stone while thunder cracked overhead.Kael had not moved. He filled the doorway like the storm itself decided to step inside. Silver eyes tracked every tremble in her shoulders. Every shallow breath.“You let him go,” she said. Voice raw.“I let you choose.” Flat. No victory in it.Lyra spun on him. Water flew off her hair. “Choose? I just watched the only person who ever wanted me walk away again. And you stand there like it was nothing.”Kael stepped forward. Boots silent on the rug. “He never wanted the real you. He wanted the safe version. The one without teeth.”Anger boiled up so fast her vision spotted silver. She shoved his chest with both hands. Hard. Power flared without warning. N

Drums pounded across the valley like fists on cracked ribs. Lyra stood on the battlements with wind tearing at her mud stained clothes. The army below moved like a black river. Her old pack banners snapped beside northern silver. Rowan rode at the front. Shoulders straight. Face carved from stone. Selene rode beside him. Pale hair whipping like a warning.Power boiled under Lyra’s skin. It wanted out. It wanted blood. She gripped the stone wall until her knuckles bled white. Silver light flickered across her fingers without permission. A chunk of battlement crumbled under her palm and fell into the void.Kael stood solid next to her. Armor back on. Sword at his hip. He looked every inch the king who burned kingdoms for breakfast. But his hand brushed her lower back. Once. Brief. Like he knew she might explode and wanted to anchor her.“They sent the full strength,” he said. Voice low. “Not just rescue. They mean to take this city.”Lyra swallowed hard. “Rowan does not know how to quit

Midnight swallowed the palace whole. Lyra could not sit still. She paced the eastern wing like a caged animal while silver light leaked from her pores and left glowing footprints on the stone. Every few steps the power spiked and cracked the floorboards. Kael watched from the corner. Arms crossed. Shirt still missing. Bite mark on his shoulder shining dark and wet from her teeth.“You feel him out there.”“Yes.” Lyra’s voice scraped. “He is close. Watching. Waiting for me to slip.”A low boom shook the walls. Not thunder. Explosions. Rowan’s wolves hitting the outer gates with magic and brute force. Shouts rose from the yards. Steel answered steel. The war had crawled closer under cover of dark.Kael pushed off the wall. “Stay here.”“Like hell.” She grabbed his arm. Power jumped between them. Sharp. Electric. It burned his skin but he only growled low in his throat. Liked it.They moved through the halls together. Guards joined them fast. Mira peeked out once then slammed her door wh