MARKED BY MY ALPHA'S FATHER

ooking down at the smoking ruins of a rogue camp. He wiped dark blood from his blade, his breath escaping heavily. The biting wind ripped throug

d won.

lding a ruthless empire, trading peace for power, and fighting endless wars. He never cared for romance or the foolish poetry of fated mates. He assumed the Moon Goddess

sitant voice broke th

as. The man looked pal

manded. He didn't bo

swallowing hard against the oppressive weight of Marcus's aura. "Your son, Devon, is wait

tened, a muscle le

ev

ont that Devon was spending his days coddling a weak, low-ranking omega instead of forging strategic alliances with the neighbori

adrenaline or the thirst for war. It was a hollow ache that centered deep in his chest, pull

ight now," Marcus ordered, his

eyes widening. "The warriors are exha

," Marcus barked, sweeping past h

d himself he was protecting his pack's survival. He had no idea that the universe wasn't calling h

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THE WEIGHT

e, the steady thrum of distant pack drums vibrated through the floorboards. The noise made Elena's heart race like a trapped bird. Toni

thought. But Devon was different. He was gentle and patient, and he looked at her as if she were made of glass. He had

in the sanctuary gr

iron-reinforced wooden doors of the sanctuary creaked open, and a suffocating, dominant energy flooded the room. It was so in

Devon. Devon's aura was warm and inviting. This

nding a thrill of terror down her spine. "This is the

er throat as a tall, broad silhouette s

Marcus Vance.

heavy furs, carrying the overpowering scent of winter rain and fresh blood. His face looked as though it had been ca

r inner wolf cowered, begging her to

between them. Every step felt like a death sentence. "He confuses pity with love. A pack cannot be led by a boy wh

iolently as she pulled her thin cloak tight ar

er bare arm. His fingers felt like bands of scorching iron. "

e words died

, bright enough to blind. Elena felt heat rush through her veins, setting her blood on fire. Her heart

he fated-

r thought she would experience, let

cold warlord vanished. In his place stood a possessive beast that had just found its lo

e word thick, rough, an

m, but of her own body. Her inner wolf was suddenly howling in joy, demanding that she lean into h

e didn't want another man's name on her lips. He didn't care about pack laws, or his l

e altar. He buried his face into the crook of her neck, his ragged breath hitting

ased by a dizzying pleasure that turned her spine to liquid. The

with her blood. He looked down at the bleeding, faintly glowing