All Chapters of To Marry a Monster: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“The scouts are circulating a terrifying update through the war council corridors,” the beta cell-member whispered, his silver ears pinning back as he checked the reinforced threshold of the staging bay. “The executioner of the global operational routes, Cody Tucker, has officially breached the perimeter. At just thirty winters old, his blade and tracking prowess have survived a global cleansing tour, making him the most lethallly efficient enforcer in the northern territories. For five years, his alignment remained hidden within high-level tactical sanctuaries, answering only the most sacred blood summons. His presence inside this trial signifies a massive shift in our selector protocols.”My hands tightened on the leather grip of my tactical blade as I stood in the center of the Whitmore staging bay. “Are your internal scanners completely validated? Is that genuinely the shadow-enforcer Cody Tucker occupying the master box?”The enforcer nodded rapidly, pointing toward his cyberneti

“Don’t forget to release Bianca,” I muttered, pushing away my barely touched plate and standing up from the heavy mahogany table.Ronan didn’t even look up from his glass of crimson blood-wine. I didn’t care if the Blackwell heir registered my words. The suffocating aura of their pack compound was making my inner wolf claw at my chest to escape.I bolted out of the estate, breathing a sigh of relief the moment I climbed into the back of the armored sedan.Lucien checked his obsidian watch, his silver Alpha eyes catching mine in the rearview mirror. “Forty-seven minutes, Chika. I take it the Blackwell pack’s hospitality wasn't to your liking?”“I couldn't stomach a single bite,” I admitted, leaning my head against the cold leather seat and closing my eyes. “Just get me out of their territory.”He didn't press further, tracking my exhaustion with a low, protective rumble in his throat before signaling the driver to cross back into Afolayan Dominion grounds.The peace shattered the momen

Vicky and I locked eyes, the heavy silence between us dripping with the unspoken hostility of two predators circling the same territory. The moment I stepped into my private rehearsal den, I let out a jagged breath, unlatching my ebony violin case to begin running my fingerboards.Before I could draw the first note, Malik Arden slipped through the heavy oak door.“You look like you're carrying a blood debt, Chika,” Malik murmured, leaning against the soundproof wall. “The Aston line’s little prodigy must be suffocating your inner wolf.”I didn't look up from tuning my strings. “The pressure of the high-tier selection is always this brutal, Malik. I’m used to the weight.”Malik gave a knowing, dark chuckle. “If you think Vicky is your only threat in this syndicate arena, you’re blind. You’ve got four other elite names gunning for your throat. Grace Fuller is holding the second-tier flank, Bart Gino is breathing down your neck at third, Darren Bill is locked in at fourth, and Gary Hank

“What makes you think my wolf has succumbed to Chika's scent?” I asked, keeping my gaze locked on the moving shadows beyond the sedan’s armored glass.Clive slammed his whiskey glass onto the console, a sharp laugh escaping his throat. “If your predatory instincts aren't fully locked onto him, Alpha, why are you breaching territory lines just to shadow his moves?”Clive’s expression grew heavy, his tone shifting as he channeled the warning our pack physician had delivered at the citadel. “If you genuinely intend to claim Chika as your sovereign Luna, you cannot keep masking the true state of your power. Your wolf is fully recovered, and your strength is unmatched. Are you going to let him believe you are a broken, unranked exile forever?”The reminder struck a raw nerve in my skull, the internal pressure triggering a lethal throb behind my eyes. Massaging my temple to quiet my inner wolf, I growled, “Do you honestly believe this political minefield is the safest moment to expose my de

“In the dark days ahead, a different warrior might claim my position at his flank, but as the moon commands the tide, I am his sovereign mate today,” I declared, letting a cold sneer lace my words as I met Bryce's gaze. Turning my back on the whelp, I gave Driscoll a look of icy detachment. “Since my very presence turns his stomach, see to it that the boy gorges on his meals alone in the northern tower. I am certain an elite prince of the bloodline would loathe to break bread at my table.”Driscoll broke his posture, his amber eyes shifting anxiously to the head of the long mahogany board. Lucien didn't even look up from slicing his rare venison. “Why do you seek my validation, seneschal? Chika holds the keys to this fortress. His word is the law of the den.”Bryce’s jaw locked, his scent turning foul with an unpredictable mix of shock and wounded pack pride. “So you are banishing me from the pack feast? Ripping my seat away from the table?”My hands trembled slightly against the silv