CHAPTER 151: Marked

CHAPTER 151: Marked
Alora’s POV

And then, it happened.

The sky darkened. The full moon bled red, a sudden wash of crimson light spilling over us.

Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd, and some of the guests began to shift to their wolf form.

There was a smile on Selene’s face. “The Blood Moon had come out to bless this union.”

My back arched, my skin shimmering before Nyx burst free, her white and silver fur gleaming like light itself. Power rippled off me in waves. One by one, wolves dropped, shifting, throats bared in submission. To me. 

Instinctively, my eyes sought only Morgan’s. I bowed my neck, offering submission to him alone. 

Slowly, Morgan shifted to his wolf form, Ragnar towering over the circle. He lowered his head only to me, and the world seemed to pause.

When our gazes locked again, the blood moon faded, leaving room for the full moon to come out once again.

Selene’s voice was thick with awe. “It is done.”

The pack howled as one, a sound that shook the trees. 

My wolf broke free, and I turned on my heels and darted into the trees, my paws tearing up earth, heart hammering with a thrill that had nothing to do with fear. 

Behind me, I heard Morgan chasing after me, his growl echoing through the clearing. Branches snapped, the ground shook, but I was fast. I leaped tiny streams, dodged roots, the night air slicing through my fur. The chase was everything, a test of trust, of surrender, of love.

I was fast but he was faster. 

I felt the brush of his breath on my tail before he pounced, his weight slamming into me, pinning me against the earth. I twisted, snarling, but his teeth closed over my throat. 

We tumbled, snarling at each other. It was playful and raw, until Morgan shifted back to skin, and I did the same, laughter spilling between us.

We were naked, stark naked, staring at each other and heaving hard.

Morgan’s eyes darkened completely, the desire in his eyes intensifying with each second until his eyes were pitch black. 

The world narrowed till it was only the two of us. 

Tingles spread through me like fire dominating my senses. His intoxicating scent seemed to have been amplified more than one in a million ways. 

The bond snapped into place, fierce and electric. 

Morgan stalked towards me, his eyes boring into me. “Mine,” he growled, his voice undulating, more beast than man, and my body shivered from the effect. 

He took another step and then another, like an animal trying to catch its prey, until he was an inch away from me. I could feel his breath on my skin.

He leaned forward, his breath on my neck, my body vibrated at the contact. 

Then he smelled my neck, “Fck!” he growled, and I whimpered. 

Suddenly, his fangs sank into her neck. Pain flared, then melted into heat that raced through me until I was trembling. 

His cry merged with mine, our bond snapping into place. I could feel the pack howling through the link.

Alpha

Luna

Mate

Forever

Pack

Pack

Pack



We returned to the clearing, stark naked because our clothes were ripped to shreds during the shift. 

It was part of the ritual for the Luna and Alpha to appear before the pack naked without shame. 

On seeing us, the whole pack bowed their heads in reverence, their eyes fixed on the ground.

We moved to the circle while Selene stretched out her hand to Chloe, who handed her a bowl of swirling liquid. 

She took it and bowed to her before turning to me. The bowl contained a sweet-smelling fragrance that swirled around the little gathering. Then she asked for us to stretch our hands out to her. 

When we did, she poured a little of it into our plans and instructed us to massage the content into one another’s faces.

I felt a tremor go through me, and both of our moon pendants glowed with light.

Then Selene crowned me with the Luna’s silver circlet, the crown gleaming against my dark hair. 

My grandfather, King Lucien, stepped forward with the Crimson Order’s seal, placing it in my hands, a recognition of my title not only as Luna of the Bloodfang pack, but Queen within the Crimson Order.

Pride burned through me.

But beneath the ceremony, hunger coiled below my groin. 

The mark, the chase, the bond…it had lit a fire in me that mirrored in Morgan’s eye. 

Morgan leaned close, his voice rough against my ear.

“Tonight, you are mine in every way.” I shivered at his words, as my eyes rolled into my head in ecstasy.

That night, when the rituals were done and the howls faded, he claimed me again in the silence of our bed, flesh to flesh, breath to breath, until nothing else existed.

“Alora,” he groaned against my lips, whispering my name like a prayer.

His hands traced every curve that had changed that I had once doubted, but under his touch I felt like I was on cloud nine.

We tumbled onto the bed, our laughter interlacing with moans. 

The bite on my neck throbbed, every pulse drawing me closer to him. His mouth worshiped me, licking the mark, and sending fresh waves of tremor all over my body, his body claiming me as fiercely as his vows had.

I surrendered myself to him completely.

The bond flared, deeper, brighter, burning us both alive. 

He leaned down to kiss me as he pressed slowly in. I gasped as he fcked into me, his dck trapped between us, dragging against my stomach.

When he finally buried himself inside me, we moaned, moving together as if the world had ceased to exist. 

He sank down as far as he could go, his hips pressed against my as, my legs up over his shoulders. We breathed each other in, eyes open, noses brushing together.

He said, “Oh fck,” against me as his hips stuttered.

And he waited, holding himself in place, like he couldn’t move, like he didn’t want to move.

“I need you to move Alpha,” I moaned, grinding my hips into him.

“Just give me a second, Luna,” he replied, his breath coming in sharp bursts.

He pulled away, then thrust back inside of me.

The bed creaked below us, and he did it again and again, and we were both snarling at each other, my claws digging into his back, not caring if they pierced flesh.

He rolled his hips into me as he sat up, pushing my legs back against my chest until I was almost folded in half, just so he could look down and see his dick in me. 

He slowed, eyes wide as he watched me come apart beneath him. My eyes rolled back into my head and my mouth went slack as I chased my release, growling and howling.

When it was over, I trembled in his arms, my skin slick with sweat, my breath ragged. 

He bent down and kissed the claiming mark he had left on my neck, and my body went into overdrive.

“Forever,” he whispered against my skin.

“Forever,” I echoed against his chest.

This was the start of everything we had fought, bled, and sacrificed for.

Our future. Our reign. Our forever.