Marked Twice by the Alpha King novel Chapter 52

The name felt

strange on

on my tongue – foreign yet oddly right, which disturbed me even more.

Her eyebrows shot up as she stood, giving me a once–over that made me feel like week–old roadkill. “Stepmother? That’s news to everyone at this academy”

“We’re keeping it quiet,” I said, amazed my voice wasn’t shaking. Thank god Sophia had loaned me this blue dress instead of my showing up in battle–worn leather. “Pack politics. You know how it is.”

Her eyes dropped to the cape, widening slightly. “That’s the Alpha King’s personal cape.”

I nodded, trying to look like I borrowed my husband’s clothes all the time.

“Wait here,” she said, skepticism dripping from every syllable. She disappeared through a side door, probably to report the crazy

y woman claiming to be married to the most powerful wolf in three territories

Minutes stretched like torture. Just as I was considering a strategic retreat, a stocky wolf with a mean scar slicing through his left eye appeared. He carried himself like someone who’d seen a hundred battles and expected a hundred more.

“Mrs. Morgan?” He managed to pack a ton of disbelief into two words. “Im Instructor Silver. Lucas’s combat teacher.”

“Nice to meet you,‘ I smiled, trying to mimic Sophia’s polished tone. I’m here about what happened yesterday.”

Silver’s gaze lingered on the cape, his eyes calculating. I could practically hear him thinking: This doesn’t add up.

“This way,” he finally grunted, “Headmaster’s waiting.”

As we walked, I got perks into training rooms where little wolves some barely older than toddlers – were

ere already leaming to fight. I caught myself wondering if Lucas felt as alone among these privileged cubs as I did walking these halls,

Silver kept glancing sideways at me.

“Funny thing,” he said casually, “Alpha King’s never mentioned having a new mate. Especially one who looks barely out of training herself.”

That’s the point of keeping it quiet,” I replied, fighting the urge to fidget. “Sometimes the best moves are the ones nobody sees coming.”

He grunted noncommittally as we stopped at a massive door carved with snarling wolves. He knocked twice before pushing it open. “Headmaster, Morgan’s…

I stepped into what could only be described as a trophy room for wolf–kind. Ancient weapons hung on walls alongside battle flags. A white–haired man with shoulders like small mountains stood by the window, his back to us. The air in the room felt heavy with authority, sending my wolf into an instinctive

When he turned, the Beta power rolling off him hit me like a physical wave. His eyes weren’t just old – they carried the weight of decades of judgment and decision–making. The kind of eyes that had sentenced wolves to death and watched the sentences carried out.

Headmaster Moonshadow,” Silver said, “this is the woman saying she’s Mrs. Morgan.”

“Mrs. Morgan?” The headmaster’s voice carried weight as his eyes dissected me piece by piece. His nostrils flared slightly, taking in my scent and the much stronger Alpha scent surrounding me. “Strange. Tve attended every tribal council for thirty years. Never heard the Alpha King mention remarrying.”

My palms were sweating beneath Blake’s cape. I smoothed down Sophia’s borrowed dress nervously. “We’re keeping it private until the right moment.”