Marked Twice by the Alpha King novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101

Blake’s POV

The night pressed down bike ink on 1ter through the words, my paws barely touching the ground. Each Irop hrought me closer in Ave, this weird pe tugging me for like someone had tied a tope mound my heart. I’d never felt anything like it–her fear, her pain, een her damn body temperature, all hitting me in waves.

I’d seen tons of well marks over the years, studied every ancient text I could get my hands on, but this connection? Between wolves who hadn’t marked each other? Unbrand of that silver mask on her neck threading with gold it was telling me mething couldn’t gaire grasp.

The cabin finally came into view, light leaking through busteil windows. I slowed, nose working overtime. Six mercenaries inside. All Omegas–the kind who drifted so far from pack life they’d fat gotten what honor even looked like. They reeked of booze, blood, and that unmistakable sent of hunters ready to enjoy their prey.

Then another smell hit me, making my hackles tise, Moon Heat. That restricted drag they use to punish female wolves who’ve committed serious crimes. It forces victims into artificial heat while keeping them fully conscious–making them experience every humiliating second of their bodies betraying their minds.

They’d done this to a

My vision edged with red. No thinking. Just action.

Thurst from the shadows, catching the first guard mid–yown. His throat opened under thy claws before he even registered the danger. Hot blood sprayed across my far as the second guard fumbled for a weapon. Too slow. My teeth found his neck, the snap of his spine oddly satisfying.

The lights inside shifted as the rest scrambled toward the door. I licked blood from my muzzle, letting my Alpha energy roll out like a tsunami. When the first guy stumbled outside, what greeted him was death on four leg

“Alpha King!” someone screamed, backpedaling so fast he tripped. Recognition dawned too late.

My claws tore through his chest, ripping out his still–pumping heart. The other three shifted simultaneously, thinking pack tactics might save them. Iden No wolf stands a chance against an Alpha King riding rage like this, especially not bottom–feeding Omegas.

The fight–if you could call it that–ended in seconds. Six bodies scattered across blood–soaked ground, satisfying my wolf’s thirst for revenge. Only one thing mattered now.

I charged into the cabin, my nose leading me straight to the basement. Moonlight spilled through shattered windows, lighting up stairs heading underground. Ava’s scent grew stronger, twisted with that sickly–sweet Moon Heat, firing every nerve ending I had.

At the bottom of the stairs, I shifted back, bones cracking, muscles stretching. The pain barely registered. All my focus locked in that iron door where ra

Now human, I stood naked, sweat and blood streaking my skin. My body had already responded to Ava’s scent in ways too obvious to hide. I dragged in a breath, willing control I wasn’t sure I had.

I pushed the door open and finally saw ber.

There in a silver cage, Ava curled against the corner, training clothes hanging in tatters. Moonlight painted her trembling body in silver and shade Even now, she tensed at the sound of my entrance, ready to fight. Always the warrior.

“Ava,” I called softly, my voice rougher than

She lifted her head, eyes unfocused until they found me. Recognition flashed. “Blake?” Just my name, broken and weak, but it hit me like a punch to the

chest

I grabbed the silver bars, ignoring the burn against my palms. One hard yank and the lock shattered, door swinging wide.

“Found you,” I knelt before her, careful not to touch The Moon Heat hit me like a wall, challenging every bit of restraint I had. Heat rolled off her in wires, desire and pain battling in her eyes.

Chapter 101

They infected- she tried, shame keeping her eyes both mis

“I know,” I cut im gently. “Moon Hest. Lean smell li

Trats gathered but didn’t fall. That hurt worse than my physical mind seeing her humilistie

“You shouldn’t see me like this,” she whispered, arms scrapping around herself, trying to hide reactions the couldn’t corral.

“Listen to mr,” I forced stradiness into my voice despite my racing brat. “We need to get you out Blackwood”

“No…” she tried to back away. Tant let anyone see me like this..

“They won’t,” I promised. “Tyler’s cleared the note. No one will see you, I sweat.”

I hesitated, then offered my hand. “Let me help you, A. Trust me,”

here. The drug will wear off, but first we ne

Her eyes traveled from my face to my naked body, shame and desire warring in her expression, Moon Heat 1 cruelest trick–amplifying natural responses while keeping the mind brutally aware of everything happening. She could see me, smell me, even see my own reactions, while her body answered in wayn her mind fought against.

Slowly, like each movement cast het, she reached out and touched my wrist. Her skin burned like fire, that small contact making i

lf howl for more.

“I need to carry you.” I said, voire strained with effort. ‘Is that okay?”

She nodded weakly, trust in her eyes nearly undoing me, Goddess above, she was suffering the worst humiliation imaginable, yet still trusted me not to take advantage. That knowledge both warmed and gutted me.