Marked Twice by the Alpha King novel Chapter 138

Chapter 138

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His teeth clenched to hard his jaw ached. Months had passed since he’d marked her, since he’d walked away for the political gold Morgan. But in his gut, Ava still belonged to him. That silver mark on her neck was his claim, bir territory.

“Screw this,” be growled, matching his jacket. The wall felt like they were closing

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The Moonlight Han stank of cheap logo and desperation, Perfect, Jackson shouldered through the door, and the place went dead quiet like someone had big mute. Conversations died mid sentence. Heads dropped. Nobody dated look the future Alpha in the eye.

tim appeared instantly, his massive belly preceding him by a good six inches. “Mr. Hayes‘ The bartender’s smile was too wide, too eager. “Hell of a surprise, What can I get ya?”

Jackson slapped a heavy pack emblem on the bar. “Moonlight brew. Don’t let me see the bottom of my glass.”

Eight shots later, the room swayed pleasantly, but the alcohol hadn’t helped worth a damn. His reflection in the bar mirror flickered between human and wolf, control slipping with each drink. Instead of numbing the pain, the booze just sharpened the images: Ava’s fingers laced through Blake’s, her lips against the Alpha King’s mouth, her body under his, arching…

“Well, look who’s drowning his sorrows.”

woman slid onto the stool beside him. Dark hair tumbling over bare shoulders, dress that left little to imagination, lips painted blood–red. For one dizzy second, Jackson’s alcohol–soaked brain registered Ava–but the scent was all wrong. Too floral, too sugary. Nothing like Ava’s clean smell of pine and rain.

‘Shadow Creek’s golden boy,” she added with a smile that promised trouble. “All alone on his big night.

Jackson squinted at her. “Do I know you?”

“Not yet.” She gestured to the bartender. “Diana. Northern Pack. Just passing through.”

Jim slid her some pink concoction that smelled like fruit and flowers. She crossed her legs toward Jackson, her dress riding up just enough to make him forget what he’d been brooding about.

She nodded toward his empty glass. “Rough night? Thought you’d be celebrating with your Silverpeak princess.”

“She went home.” Jackson signaled for another shot. “Politics and pleasure don’t always mix.”

“Oh Diana’s fingers brushed his wrist, light as a feather. “So what does mix with pleasure, then?”

Her touch sent beat straight through him. His wolf surged forward, already wound tight with jealousy and anger, hungry for an outlet. For payback.

‘Risk,” he said, letting his wolf show just enough to make his eyes flash silver. “Danger.”

Diana didn’t flinch. Instead, her own eyes glowed in response, her well rising to meet his challenge. “Your territory or mine?” she asked bluntly,

“I’ve got a place,” he said, already standing. “Private,”

The Hayes hunting cabin had gathered dust since his grandfather’s day. Jackson kicked the door open, not bothering with lights. Moonlight spilled through dirty windows, casting long shadows across forgotten animal heach and antique weapons.

As be led Diana inside, a savage satisfaction coursed through him. Ava would feel this. Their bond might be fading, but it wasn’t gone. She’d feel the echo of

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And with every movement, he focused on their failing bond, making sure she’d feel every second of his betrayal,

Moonlight snuck through the cabin window, throwing silver stripes across Binke’s thest. Itis arm curled around me, thumb drawing lazy circles on my skin while I snuggled against him. After that nightmare ceremony, this felt like crawling into heaven.

“You were something else tonight,” he murmured, his voice rambling under my ear. “Standing in a room full of Hayes snobs like you owned the place.”

1 propped myself up on one elbow, unable to stop the smile spreading across my face. “Look who’s talking. You walked in and the whole pack nearly pissed themselves.”