Marked By The Monster: The Lycan King's Bride

bind my soul to Holden, the man

aidyn, let out a shrill scream,

pack, cradling her in his arms and cl

tion didn't

o leave, Holde

my neck, searing my skin and cutt

, ignoring my screams, and began

g, I watched Jaidyn smirk behind his

nster for hurting her

k, latent wolf-a spare b

ade a fata

ness" inside me was actually a

that my rejection of Holden h

Lycan King, Alp

he will burn their

pte

ise

sharp contrast to the humid summer air, but it d

a practice run for the Mating Ceremony t

and respectful. The Bowers Pack territory was beautifu

since we were pups. He looked handsome in his cer

his stepsister, Jaidyn, sat. She looked fragile, wr

ice trembling slightly. "Are

She didn't like this. She didn't like him. But as a laten

olden's hand, a shrill

n col

ent hit my nose immediately-not the fresh pine of the forest, but somethi

" Holden

ripped his hand away from mine so violent

de in a second,

ng an accusing finger at me. "The ceremony! The energy

eyes were wild, filled wit

o stop," h

," I said, stepping off the da

. My wolf... my wolf is calling to

rowd

Alpha to claim his wolf chose another woman over hi

d. "If you leave this altar now, you h

She looked at me, and for a split second, I saw a smirk curl h

, Eloise!" Holden roared. "I c

k sorry. He l

, the crowd parting for him like the Red Sea,

heavy. It was the sound of t

bond we had started to form. It wasn't a true Mate Bond, thank

d, his face red with fur

" I whi

dn't run. I didn't cry. The Bowers bloodli

f the pack house and we

d-Link notification, translat

wedding indefinitely. My wolf tells me I need to be her anchor. You understand,

d at th

because I was a "weak" latent wolf, I would just

ound I had never heard be

ow, danger

he whispered in t

fingers steady. I

block

t my friends. Down to a number I had saved years ag

ns Wo

l packs. And Holden's estranged

crushed skulls with his bare hands. He was looking for

d the ca

ng. Tw

a voice

eaker and seemed to caress my skin, sending a jol

surprising myself with t

ore I hang up," he said. H

e at the altar for a woman who smells like rotting flower

er end. Then, a lo

nd

na. I need a husband who isn't a coward. I

e, becoming a purr that made my toes

corrected him. "Meet me at the Central

mmand a

opportunity," I sai

ung

fear. I felt alive. The fog that had clo

alked out the door. I w