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Bride Of The Shadowed Alpha (Book 1) Marked By The Shadowed Alpha (Book 2) 🌹 ONCE, HE BEGGED FOR HER LOVE. NOW IN THIS LIFE, SHE BEGS FOR HIS 🌹 Written By Okeke-Eze Ifeoma Isabella (Omaisabella). My name is Obsidian Sigil of Liora. They say he’s cruel. That no one knows where he came from. But I remember how he looked at me, like I was the only thing he ever wanted.

She was calling to him, her lips moving soundlessly beneath the dark waves. “Show me where she is,” he growled to the sea, his voice shaking with command. “Now!” The waters responded. They rose, swirling into a towering wave before collapsing into a pool of light at his feet. When it cleared, an image shimmered there — a hall of obsidian and fire, and within it, Aria, chained once again… this time before a throne carved from shadow itself. And on that throne sat him. The Shadow King. His form was barely human — tall, elegant, shrouded in darkness that moved like living smoke. His eyes burned a molten gold, too much like Killian’s but colder, older. When he spoke, his voice rolled like distan

"Good, little Bridge. Now you understand that love is weakness. Now you are ready to become mine." The Shadow King. He had been watching. Waiting for this exact moment when my heart would break completely. And I realized with growing horror that this had all been part of his plan.

The sound was deafening, a roar of defiance that echoed across the kingdom. The storm broke at midnight. The clouds parted, and the Blood Moon rose above the kingdom. Its crimson light bathed everything in shades of blood and shadow. The wind howled around us, carrying the scent of rain and something else—something ancient and cold. The torches on the palace walls flickered and died, plunging the courtyard into darkness. The ground trembled beneath our feet, and the air grew thick with power. And from the darkness, the Shadow King emerged.

"If I can't have the crown, I’ll make sure there is no world left to rule." She raised her hand, and the ground beneath us didn't turn to stone. It turned into a mouth. A massive, skeletal hand larger than a house burst from the dirt, grabbing Zade and Leo in one go. "Zade!" I screamed. Sasha laughed, a sound of pure madness. "The Shadow King belongs to the Dark now. And your brother? He’s the sacrifice I need to bring the Master back." The hand began to pull them down into the earth. I lunged forward, but Sasha threw a wave of green fire that knocked me back. "Goodbye, cousin," Sasha sneered.

“Don't tell me you're chickening out?” I parted my lips to speak, but I'd barely gotten any more words out before she turned to the crowd again. “Our king's bride doesn't want to drink.” She let out in faux sadness, and I watched everyone's attention snap towards her immediately. “That's a little sad don't you think?” “How do we know she's one of us then?” A gruff biker from behind hissed. “we need to be sure she's in our side. So drink up, princess.”

The White Tide crown lay across the ravine behind us. It rose from the ground. The crowned shadow reached for it through Raiken’s body. I pulled the white wolf forward. Not fully. Just enough. Claws formed at my fingertips. White light spread across my skin. I drove my hand against Raiken’s chest. The shadow screamed. The pack recoiled. Black smoke tore from his mouth. It gathered above us, shaping itself into the false king. Shin threw his blade. The shadow caught it. Then laughed. You cannot kill blood.

And the true mate bond called to her like a siren. Lila watched her from across the hall during the feast, suspicion clear in her eyes. Kael drank heavily, his gaze dark. The game was reaching its boiling point. Elara raised her goblet in a silent toast to the shadows. The queen was coming for her crown , and she would drown her enemies in blood and ecstasy.

The massive gates of Shadowcrest Castle opened slowly with a loud sound of metallic groan that echoed through the stormy night. Ariana's breath caught in-between her throat as the royal carriage went forward across the dark stone bridge leading into the kingdom of the shadowcrest.Everything in this new place felt so wrong.

“Just hold on to me!” A flicker of pain crossed her expression. “I am…” But even as she spoke— The darkness inside her surged violently. The Shadow King’s presence expanded fully. No longer hidden. No longer split. No longer restrained. And then— He emerged. It was not a possession anymore. It was not influence. It was manifestation. The Shadow King rose through Aria like a god breaking through flesh and memory, his form stretching beyond human comprehension. Where Aria had been light and shadow intertwined, he became something singular—absolute darkness shaped into will.