Marked by the Alpha's Heirs

Name: Marked by the Alpha's Heirs
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Angel Finn

Werewolf | Ongoing

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They say a mating ceremony can end a war. But no one talks about how many lives are lost to make that happen. The Cawthorne Pack and the Damire Clan have hated each other for generations. Their land is soaked in blood, and peace was never possible-until now. But peace wasn't offered. It had to be taken by force. And Michael Damire was ready to take it. His plan was simple: kill the Alpha of the Cawthorne Pack. He wanted revenge. Nothing more. But everything changed the night he met Avery Cawthorne, the Alpha's daughter, on the battlefield. They were supposed to kill each other. Instead, one wild and dangerous night tied them together forever. She left him bleeding. He left her with something worse-his mark. Michael wasn't done with her. He took her back to make her pay. But when the mate bond hits, it's not gentle-it hurts. Deeply. Every touch burns. Every glance tempts. But Avery won't let her unborn children grow up under a cruel Alpha like him. She runs. And when she returns, she's stronger, faster, and ready for revenge. This isn't a love story. It's a war. And when the truth finally comes out, only one of them might survive-unless love destroys them both first.

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Chapter 5 A cage of Silver and Sorrow

The day before yesterday 14:40

Chapter 1 The Last Stand

Avery's POV

The ground was soaked in blood.

Bodies of people I'd known all my life were scattered across the battlefield. The Cawthorne Pack had been fighting since sunrise, but we never stood a chance. Not really. We were farmers, teachers, builders-people who just wanted to live. All the soldiers had already perished. Only a few left to fight with us. But Michael Damire brought war, and war doesn't care about the innocent.

I stood beside my father, Alpha Chase Cawthorne. He was tall and strong, even with streaks of gray in his beard. He never showed fear. Not even now. But I was afraid. So afraid I thought my heart might stop.

I looked around at the people next to me-Mr. Oak, the old school gatekeeper; Alina Summers, my old childhood friend now a revered warrior, now seven months pregnant but still holding a blade; the town butcher, whose hands had only ever cut meat. Everyone looked dangerous now. Everyone but me.

I wasn't strong like them.

I had never shifted properly. My wolf was weak, maybe even broken. I was a beta by name, but everyone treated me like I was lower than an omega. They never let me forget it. Not Alina, especially. We had grown up together, sat in the same classes, laughed at the same jokes. Then one day, she shifted, trained, and rose like fire-mated to a warrior, praised by all.

And me? I stayed the same. Quiet. Weak. Useless.

But right now, standing with the pack that had always looked down on me, none of that mattered. I didn't care about old wounds or past shame. This was the end. And I was going to face it with them.

We heard them before we saw them-Michael Damire and his soldiers.

The ground shook as they approached. My knees felt like they would buckle. Fear made my stomach twist. And then I saw him.

Michael Damire.

He walked like death itself. His armor was black as night, his movements smooth and controlled. His eyes-oh, his eyes-were like the night sky. Midnight blue, with flecks of yellow and white, like stars. Beautiful and terrifying all at once. It felt like he was looking into your soul, and pulling the life out of you.

My breath caught. My chest tightened. I wasn't the only one. I saw Alina's eyes water as she held her belly. Mr. Oak's mouth trembled.

We were all scared.

And that made it worse.

I thought about my life. This little town. I had never left. Never traveled. Never kissed someone I loved. Never saw a real city. I was just a small-town girl with a broken wolf and a heart full of dreams that never came true. And now I was going to die that way.

Then my father's voice cut through the fear like lightning.

"Hold onto your swords, men!" he shouted. "It is an honor to fight-even if death comes for us!"

He didn't just speak. He stood like a wall, solid and sure. His aura spread across us, steadying our hearts. I felt my hand grip my blade tighter. My knees straightened. I saw it happen to the others too.

We were still scared.

But we were ready to fight.

The Damire warriors charged. They were fast-too fast. Like shadows with claws. Cawthorne warriors fell, one by one, screaming, bleeding. We barely touched them. It was like they couldn't be hurt.

What had they become?

I saw Alina spin and slash. She moved like a storm. Then-she screamed.

Blood burst from her side as she was thrown to the ground. Her hand cradled her belly even as her mouth filled with blood.

"Alina!" I cried.

But I couldn't help her.

I barely stayed standing. A Damire soldier charged me. His blow cracked across my cheek, and I stumbled, blood filling my mouth. My whole body ached. I swung weakly. He laughed and hit me again.

I was going to die.

Then-he stepped in.

My father.

He took the blow meant for me. His body slammed into mine, shielding me.

"Run, Avery!" he shouted.

I was frozen. My legs wouldn't move. Why? Why would he protect me? He had never hidden his disappointment. I had always thought he wished I wasn't his daughter.

"Run!" he roared again.

This time, I obeyed.

I turned and ran. My legs moved without thinking, carrying me toward the woods.

Just before the trees swallowed me, I looked back.

My father was still fighting. Blood poured from his arm. His sword was chipped. But he stood tall. Michael Damire walked calmly toward him, his starry eyes glowing.

Then Michael turned.

He looked at me.

Right at me.

Why?

What would someone like him want with someone like me?

I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. But I knew-I had to keep running.

Behind me, I heard my father's voice, one last time, weak and soft: "Run..."

Then-silence.

I screamed. Loud. Broken.

He was gone.

Michael was still walking toward me.

Something deep inside me cracked open. A sound like glass breaking inside my soul. But I didn't stop. I turned and ran deeper into the forest, my heart pounding in my ears.

Michael Damire was coming for me.