All Chapters of Where the Pack Ends: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Gorgo Lykaon POV"Let go of my fur, you filthy dogs!" I scream, but the two Fang Sentinels grab my arms tightly, pinning my weak body to the grass.Hearing the wild commotion, High Alpha Merchant Lord Charles sprints across the garden. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees the guards holding me down. He looks at the furious young wolf in front of them. "Master Stelios, what in the name of the Moon Goddess is happening here?""Gorgo attacked Artemisia!" Stelios Thornfang barks, his eyes flashing with dark fury. "Alpha Lykaon, do you intend to protect this crazy bitch after what she did to your own bloodline?"Charles panics, waving his hands quickly to keep the peace. "Master Stelios, please lower your voice! It was Artemisia’s mother who caused the trouble with the poison. My youngest daughter had nothing to do with it!"Our pack’s status cannot match the power of the Thornfang lineage. Charles is terrified of offending Stelios. I remember hearing rumors that Stelios was chasing af

Gorgo Lykaon POV"Where am I?" I whisper, my eyes fluttering open in the darkness.I don't know where the car took us. In my hazy mind, I remember being carried onto a huge, soft bed covered in thick furs. Now, someone is gently wiping the dried blood from my forehead."The gash on her brow is deep, but it is the only major wound on her body," a soft voice says near my pillow. "The red marks on her skin are just severe rashes from the forest fungi potion. I will mix a special lunar paste, and the swelling will go away very soon.""Is her face going to be ruined permanently?" another voice asks."Fortunately, the cut is clean," the first voice replies. "With our pack’s best healing salves, it will heal perfectly without leaving a single silver scar."There is a third person standing near the edge of the bed, talking quietly, but my mind is too fuzzy to identify who it is."Alpha King, my warriors already sniffed out the truth," Astinos says, his voice coming clear through the room. "Ye

As he presses his heavy frame against mine, the wild, frantic look in my eyes makes me look like a cornered forest cub.Leonidas' gaze slowly drops down to the opening of my tunic. The Argyros Citadel doesn't keep female garments in the warrior quarters, so the healing omegas had dressed my wounds and wrapped me in one of the king's own heavy cotton shirts. The tunic collar is held together by two thick silver buttons, but during our short struggle on the table, one of the buttons snapped off and rolled onto the floor. Now, my entire neck and collarbone are completely bare before his eyes.Though a few faint red spots from the fungi rash still linger near my jawline, the marks on my lower neck have completely vanished under Peter Yan's salves. My pale skin and collarbones are exposed, still bearing the faint, dark marks of the aggressive claiming bites he left on me inside the territory car two nights ago. The memory of that wild, unbridled passion in the darkness flashes through his

Gorgo Lykaon POV"It is all because of that toxic she-wolf, Amy Winston! She would not stop barking foul lies about your bloodline, so Terry’s beast snapped and—""I am perfectly fine!" Terry growls, cutting right over Nyra’s words as he fixes his intense gaze on my face. "Gorgo, did those rogues draw your blood? Are you harmed?""Gorgo is injured?" Nyra gasps, her eyes instantly shifting from Terry's bloodied neck to examine my features.But her jaw drops completely open before she can even locate the binding cloth on my brow. "By the Moon Goddess... where is your heavy face-staining pigment? You... wow... is this what your skin actually looks like beneath the charcoal?"A face covered in thick, dark blemishes? Her flawless future Luna was supposed to be a marked, ugly moonborn? All the rumors spreading across the Sparta Moonhaven territory just collapsed into dust!Dilios Moonfang freezes mid-motion, his eyes locking onto my clean, elegant jawline. He looks so completely shell-shock

"This... I..." The manager freezes, his tongue completely tied by my blunt words.I wrap my arm around Nyra’s shoulders and lead my friends straight toward the stone stairs leading to the upper dining platforms. The manager moves his arms to block our path, but he cannot find a legitimate pack law to back his actions. Although it is glaringly obvious that we do not belong in this elite hall, driving out a noble bloodline daughter before she even looks at a menu would violate the ancient Covenant of the Wolf Kings.As our group steps into the wooden lifting cage, Amy lets out a nasty snort. "I am going to watch exactly what kind of scraps they try to purchase. I bet they cannot even afford a single plate of marrow-bones!"She links her fingers tightly through her male companion's arm, shifting her voice into a soft, submissive purr. "Come, my noble alpha, let us feast."The wealthy male slides a heavy silver emblem across the counter, and the lodge manager immediately bows so low his s