MARKED BY MY ALPHA'S FATHER
The ancient sanctuary was freezing, smelling of damp earth and the metallic tang of the blood shed during the rogue attack.
Elena sprinted to the stone altar where Marcus had brutally claimed her only twenty-four hours ago. She dropped to her knees, her hands frantically feeling the rough, ancient stonework at the base. She pushed, pulled, and dug her fingernails into the cracks until her thumb caught on a small, recessed iron lever hidden beneath a layer of moss.
She pulled it. With a heavy, grinding sound, a small stone panel at the back of the altar slid open.
Elena held her breath, reaching her hand into the dark cavity. Her fingers brushed against something cold, heavy, and metallic. Sh
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