MARKED BY MY ALPHA'S FATHER

The Grand Hall was filled with the chaos of noise, crackling firelight, and the rich scent of roasted meat. Hundreds of Silver Ridge pack members sat at long wooden tables, drinking dark ale and shouting over the din. But the moment the heavy oak doors groaned open, the entire room fell silent.

Elena stood at the precipice of the stone stairs, her hand trembling violently.

She had been forced into a long, obsidian-dark gown that entirely covered the mark on her shoulder, but she couldn't mask the suffocating bond anchoring her to the man beside her. Marcus stood right next to her, his massive frame radiating dominance. His crushing Alpha aura enveloped her like a cage, forcing every single werewolf in the room to instantly lower their heads in submission.

"Walk," Marcus murmured near her ear. "Keep your head high. You are not a victim tonight, Elena. You are the Luna of this pack."

"I am a prisoner," she whispered back, her jaw clenched so tightly it ached as she forced her legs to move forward.

As they descended the center aisle toward the high table, Elena could feel the judgmental stares of the pack piercing through her. She caught the bewildered whispers passing frantically between the pack women and the battle-hardened warriors.

"Is that the low-ranking omega girl?"

"Where is Devon?"

"Goddess, look at her scent... she smells entirely like the Alpha now."

Elena's eyes scanned the crowd, desperately searching for Devon. She found him sitting at the front table near the raised platform.

Her heart wrenched painfully. Devon sat rigid, staring directly into Elena's eyes, his gaze filled with heartbreak and fury. Elena wanted to break formation and run to him, to beg for his forgiveness, but Marcus's hand suddenly settled firmly on the small of her back.

An electric spark of molten heat shot straight through her skin at the contact. Her inner wolf let out a traitorous sigh of relief, betraying her conscious mind completely. Elena hated herself for how effortlessly her body melted backward into Marcus's enveloping warmth.

Marcus led her up to the raised platform and waited for her to take her place in the intricately carved wooden chair beside his throne. Once she sat, he remained standing, a towering conqueror looking out over his subjects.

"Tonight, we celebrate our victory at the northern border!" Marcus's deep voice boomed. The crowd cheered on instinct, though the underlying tension in the room remained thick. "But the Moon Goddess has also blessed us with an unexpected change in destiny. The Lunar Ascension is officially delayed. The moon has chosen my true mate-the new Luna of Silver Ridge."

Marcus looked down at Elena, his gaze dark and possessive, before raising his golden goblet high. "To Elena."

The hall fell into silence for three long seconds. No one knew how to react. The future Alpha's betrothed was suddenly the reigning Alpha's fated mate. But no one in the territory possessed the courage to defy Marcus Vance. Slowly, the elders raised their cups, and the rest of the pack followed suit, their voices uneasy as they echoed her name.

Elena kept her face entirely frozen, staring straight into the void.

As the feast resumed and conversation slowly crept back, Marcus sat down heavily beside her. He sliced a piece of meat from his own plate and placed it gently onto hers. "You must eat. The bond requires strength to properly heal the marking."

"I would rather starve," Elena said quietly.

Marcus paused, turning his eyes toward her. Instead of the furious outburst she expected, a dark smirk touched his lips. "You have far more fire in you than I anticipated, little omega. But fighting me will only exhaust you. The fated bond cannot be broken."

"We will see," Elena spat. She glanced back down at Devon, but her former lover was no longer looking at the throne. He was leaning over, whispering intently into the ear of Thomas, the pack beta. Thomas was nodding slowly, his eyes darting toward the head table with a troubled expression.

Elena's pulse quickened, her heart hammering against her ribs. Devon is planning something.

An hour later, Marcus was pulled into a political conversation with three senior war commanders who had just arrived post-haste from the border. Seizing the distraction, Elena stood up quietly. Marcus's eyes snapped to her instantly, his protective instincts flaring.

"I need to use the washroom," Elena said, keeping her voice completely level to mask her panic. "Unless your Alpha aura is going to follow me in there, too?"

Marcus stared at her for a long moment, testing the scent of her pheromones for any trace of a lie. She forced her terror down into the darkest corners of her mind. Finally, he gave a slow nod. "Do not leave the western wing. My personal guards are stationed at every exit."

Elena turned and walked quickly off the platform, slipping through a heavy curtain into the quiet, dimly lit stone corridors of the pack house. She hurried past the guard stations, her breath hitching.

She turned a sharp corner, desperately intending to find a way to slip a message to Devon, when a strong hand suddenly gripped her arm and yanked her backward into a pitch-black alcove.

Elena gasped, her hand flying to her mouth to muffle a scream.

"Elena, it's me," Devon's voice whispered in the dark.

His handsome face was tense, and his hand was gripping a small, silver dagger.

"Devon!" Elena breathed, wrapping her arms around his neck for a second before pulling back. "What are you doing? Your father has elite guards everywhere. If he catches you near me-"

"I don't care," Devon interrupted, his voice shaking with determination. "I'm getting you out of here. Thomas is helping me turn the guards. We have a truck waiting just past the western gate. The warriors on that side are loyal to my lineage."

Elena looked at him, hope flaring in her chest, but then she remembered the heavy weight on her left shoulder. "Devon, we can't run. Your father said If he dies, I die. If we just flee, his wolf is too strong-he will hunt us to the ends of the earth."

"We aren't just running, Elena," Devon whispered. He lifted the silver dagger, showing her the strange, glowing runes carved intricately into the metal. "This is an elder's blade. It's dipped in wolfsbane and bound by ancient blood magic. It doesn't just kill an Alpha-it completely severs any bond he has forced. If I drive this into his heart tonight, you will be entirely free. The mark will fade."