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Marked By The Alpha I Was Meant To Kill
Chapter 1 The Secret Assignment
e could barely afford to hear. Her heartbeat thudded like a drum in her chest, but it wasn't fear-it was anticipation. Tonight marked th
water. And then it had been snuffed out, killed by Kael during a border skirmish-at least that was what her pack had told her. The memory ignited a fire in Lyra's
cus. She had disguised herself as a wanderer, a lone wolf who had survived the harsh wilderness. No one in the Drave
g, Lyra. The Alpha can smell lies and weakness. Trust nothi
f memory, a reminder of the debt she owed her friend. Her grip tightened, and she felt a pang of sorrow and determinati
light. From the shadows, Lyra observed the pack's sentries patrolling the perimeter, their senses sharp, ears twitching at every whisper of wind. She calculated the timing of th
ye
f energy that made lesser wolves bow before him without a second thought. Lyra's breath caught in her throat, and she forced it
g, alert. A sentry, no doubt. She remained perfectly still, letting the wind carry her scent away. Slowly, the figure moved on, and Lyra exh
lent and precise, her training evident in every controlled movement. Her ears picked up faint sounds-the distant bark of a wolf, the s
along the cliffside that pulsed with protective magic, and the scent of raw dominance that seemed to cling to every tree, every stone. Lyra's heart raced, not from fear,
silhouetted against the moonlight. His amber eyes scanned the perimeter, stopping briefly in her direction. Lyra froze, her breath caught in her throat. S
mile cross her lips. Kael's eyes narrowed, a faint crease appearing between his brows, but then he moved on, his att
in the moonlight. Lyra froze, then slowly lowered her hands. "I mean no harm," she murmured, her voice steady. The wolf tilted its head, sniffed the air, and after a
of training, were alive, alert. And yet... beneath the resolve, a small, dangerous thought lingered. Kael Draven was the enemy-but there was something in him, something
ael was stronger here, intoxicating, commanding. Her pulse raced, and her grip on her dagger tightened. This was the first step, the
ithin her-something she didn't understand, and dared not name. The Alpha had no
the hun
