บททั้งหมดของ MARKED BY THE THREE ALPHAS : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 17

Lila’s POVThe full moon hangs fat and silver over the clearing like it’s waiting for us to notice.The pack has been restless all day, snapping less, laughing more, eyes brighter than usual. By dusk the energy is electric. Everyone shifts in waves: some early, some waiting until the moon crests the ridge. I feel it too, deep in my bones. The suppressants are mostly gone now. My wolf isn’t curled small anymore; she’s pacing, eager, pressing against my skin like she wants out.Tonight, she gets her way.The hunt starts at moonrise.Sarah gives the signal. A low howl ripples through the pack, and we move as one, twenty wolves pouring into the forest. I shift last, hesitating at the edge of the clearing. My bones crack and reform, fur rippling over muscle. When it’s done I’m smaller than most, auburn coat catching the moonlight, but I feel strong. Alive. For the first time in years, my wolf isn’t fighting me. She’s running toward something.Darius finds me immediately.He’s massive, blac

Lila’s POVThe war room smells like old paper, pine smoke, and the faint metallic tang of tension.I walk in last, still pulling my hair back into a messy knot. The table is already full, Kade at the head, Darius to his right, Ronan to his left. Sarah stands near the map wall, arms crossed. Jace and Cole lean against the shelves, shoulders brushing. Maya sits on the edge of the table, one leg swinging. A few other senior wolves fill the remaining chairs quiet, watchful. Everyone looks up when I enter.Kade doesn’t smile. He just nods once.“Close the door,” he says.I do. The click feels louder than it should.He waits until I take the empty chair near Maya before he speaks.“Scouts again,” he says. “Closer this time. Three sets of prints within a mile of the southern perimeter. Same claw pattern Lila identified. Silver Moon.”A low growl rumbles from Darius. He doesn’t say anything, but his knuckles are white around the arm of his chair.Kade taps the map. “That’s not all. Shadowfang

The days after the war room meeting fell into a strange, almost peaceful rhythm, one that felt both fragile and hard-won.Lila woke each morning to the same sounds: distant howls fading into birdsong, the low rumble of pack members starting their day, the occasional sharp laugh from Jace or Cole in the clearing. She trained harder now, no more allowances for old injuries or lingering weakness. Sarah pushed her through footwork drills until her legs trembled, then praised her with a single gruff nod when she finally landed a clean takedown on Cole. Maya dragged her to the stream to wash linens or gather herbs, filling the hours with easy chatter that slowly chipped away at the walls Lila had carried for so long.She spent afternoons in the war room with Kade.They bent over maps together, tracing potential routes Silver Moon might take, debating choke points and fallback lines. Kade listened to her more than he spoke, his silence wasn’t dismissal but invitation. When she suggested rein

Kade, Darius, and Ronan roamed the edges of the space, their massive frames tense, eyes glowing with the feral haze of rut. Their cocks strained against their pants, thick and heavy, leaking pre-cum that stained the fabric. The scent of her heat hit them like a drug, driving their alphas' instincts into overdrive. Growls rumbled from their chests, low and possessive, as they circled her, muscles rippling under taut skin. But Kade was the first to move with purpose. The largest of the three, with broad shoulders and a jaw set like stone, he stepped forward, his presence cutting through the chaos like a blade. "Darius, Ronan, hold," he commanded, his voice a deep rumble that brooked no argument. The others froze, though their fists clenched and their breaths came in harsh pants. Darius's eyes flicked to Lila's arched form, his rut making him twitch, but he backed off with a frustrated snarl. Ronan followed suit, pacing to the shadows, his gaze locked on her but obedient to the pack's