Marked Twice by the Alpha King novel Chapter 111

Bad Husband 111

Avan Poy

1 stepped down from the bating platform and smarked right into someone. Sophia was still fossing with her dress hem when we both locked up.

“Watch where you’re going, traitor’s brat, a mice like winter freat cut thenugh the shop

stuck to her shoe. Her perfect mikrop couldn’t

I found myself face to face with Amber Collins–Make’s late wife s sister looking at me like I was something stu hide the absolute loathing in her re

We’d crossed paths before at Blackwood, when the gland diggers at me while Risk and I discussed Lucas training. But today? The glenes were off

“Hey, Ms. Collins,” I said, my body automatically shifting into fight ready mode, Give me fangs and class any day dealing with rich wolf ladies with territory issues was way worse.

Her eyes crawled over my silver dess, taking in how it hugged my warrior hame while still looking feminine. Her lip curled up like the tasted mething

Your

That dress is wasted on you,” she purred with veinm beneath the sweetness. She snapped her fingers at the shopkeeper like summoning a dog. ‘III take it.”

The shopkeeper hustled over, her customer–service smile straining at the corners while her eyes bounced between as the

“How can I help, Ms. Collins?” she asked, voice tight

“This dress.” Amber jabbed a manicured finger toward me. “Find something more fitting for our Shadow Creek visitor” She spat my pack’s name like tasted bad.

Sophia went rigid beside me. I could practically feel het hackles rising

The shopkeeper tugged at her collar. “I’m sorry, but this is our last piece, and Miss Rivers has already claimed it.”

Amber’s face hardened. “Do you know who I am” She tossed her hair back. “Im Amber Collins, Morgan family, I don’t hear no very

I planted my feet. “Well,

1, hear it now. I’m wearing it. I’m buying in

Her nostrils flared as she circled me. “Who do you think you are? Some nobody warrior from that joke of a pack, competing with me? Her voice dropped to a stage whisper. “Your bloodline’s so watered down you probably can’t even shift properly anymore.

My stomach dropped. Blood purity insults–the nuclear option in wolf society.

“Can you even fully shift, Rivers? Or do you just sprout some pathetic half–fur like those metts Shadow Creek’s been letting in?” Her smile tumed nasty. “Maybe daddy betrayed your pack because you aren’t real wolves anymore,

My wolf clawed inside me, begging to rip her smug face off I dug my nails into only prove her right.

my palms, forcing myself to breathe. Stuning shit in neutral territory would

1 don’t need to prove my bloodline to you,” I said, voice steady despite the rage bubbling underneath.

“Amber Collins!” Sophia’s voice cracked like a whip, her father’s authority flashing in her eyes. “Back eff. Now.

Amber blanked like she’d just noticed Sophia, her face instantly rearranging into fake sweetness. “Oh, Sophia honey, just having friend”

chat with your

“Chat?” Sophia’s voice went sub–zero. “You’re questioning her blood purity in public. Even i know that’s crossing the line here.”

in was actually defreding me. Around us, customers were turning to watch the drama, some with curious eyes

Amber’s mask slipped when she realized Suphia was drinking in every detail.

“Don’t you

find it weird, Amber pressed, “how your father suddenly fixated on this traitor’s daughter?” She looked me up and down Training Luce, Marin

Chapter 111

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Something snapped inside me. Involt me all day, but suggesting Bakre tippeät wat herkute eft… that? My hands del inti Beri

“I train Lucas because I can kick ass better than most,‘ I gomiled. “I live at filschonend in die aty jobs. And as for the Monn festival – I bet my finger,

realising Til nearly walked inin het trap.

Her eyes lit up “67 Has Blake asked you to be bis companion?

progressive. The Alpha King with trash from

“Tet mal.” Sophia rolled her eyes. “Bad haan 1 asked anyone.

“Then why the remonial dress?” Aimbes niched an eyelnos, “Going stag? Or perhaps metrone else has plans for her?

Not your business, Nont Amber”

* Sophia’s volge was sweet polson.

Amber’s face cycled through shock, anger, and calculation before settling on lake civility. “Just looking out for the family name, sweetie. We wouldn’t want certain… clements at the Moon Festival”

“Nobody appointed you gatekeeper. Sophia’s words could’ve frozen fire.

Amber looked between us, huffed dramatically, and flicked her wrist dismissively. “That dress is practically off–the rack anyway. Beneath

She stalked off, heels stabbing the floor like she

trying to kill it.