Marked By The Monster: The Lycan King's Bride

Eloise POV:

I woke up being dragged.

My feet scraped against rough concrete. My body felt heavy, like it was filled with lead. The burns on my neck throbbed in rhythm with my heartbeat.

"Careful with her," Holden’s voice floated from somewhere above me. "We need the veins intact."

"She's weak, Alpha," a new voice said. It sounded greasy. "If we take too much, she'll go into shock."

"Jaidyn needs it," Holden replied curtly. "Just do it."

I forced my eyes open.

We were in a room that looked like a clinic, but it was filthy. The tiles were stained brown. The light flickered with a buzzing sound.

They hoisted me onto a metal table.

Jaidyn lay on a pristine bed across the room. She was hooked up to an IV drip that was currently empty.

"What..." I tried to speak, but my throat was dry as sandpaper.

"Save your strength," the greasy doctor said. He was a Rogue, judging by the lack of a pack mark on his neck. He tied a rubber tourniquet around my arm.

"Holden," I rasped. "Don't."

Holden stood by Jaidyn’s side, holding her hand. He wouldn't look at me.

"Jaidyn's blood count is dropping," he recited, like a rehearsed script. "The injury you caused her destabilized her system. She needs a transfusion from a high-ranking female. You owe her this."

"She heals..." I whispered. "She heals... faster than me..."

"Liar," Holden spat.

The doctor shoved a thick needle into the crook of my elbow.

I flinched, a hiss of pain escaping my lips.

Dark red blood began to flow through the clear tube. I watched my life force draining away, moving across the room toward the woman who wanted to destroy me.

As the bag filled, the room began to spin. Cold crept up my extremities.

But deep inside, in the place where my wolf slept, something was happening.

Usually, the silver suppressed everything. But the loss of blood was triggering a survival mechanism. That ancient, dormant instinct I had felt in the cell was now roaring.

Thump-thump.

My heart beat slower, but harder. It felt less like biology and more like geology—tectonic plates shifting inside my soul.

Thump-thump.

It wasn't just my heart. It was a drumbeat. A call to war.

Across the room, Jaidyn sat up. She looked at the blood bag with hungry eyes.

"It looks rich," she said, licking her lips. "Maybe I'll take it all."

"Jaidyn, relax," Holden soothed her. "You'll get what you need."

He stepped out of the room to answer a phone call.

The moment the door clicked shut, Jaidyn hopped off the bed. She walked over to me, dragging her IV pole.

She leaned over my face.

"You know," she whispered, "your blood smells... powerful. Like winter."

She reached out and flicked the needle in my arm. Pain shot up my shoulder.

"Oops," she giggled. She pushed me hard.

I was too weak to resist. I rolled off the narrow table, crashing onto the dirty floor. The needle ripped out of my arm. Blood sprayed across the tiles.

My head hit the corner of a metal cabinet.

Blackness swarmed my vision. I couldn't move. I lay in a pool of my own blood, watching it spread.

Alphons...

I didn't think it. I felt it. I threw every ounce of my fading life force into that one name.

Alphons POV:

The council room was boring. Old men arguing about border taxes.

I was staring at my phone. Eloise hadn't replied to my messages for two days. I had assumed she needed space, that the trauma of the rejection was hitting her. My guards hadn't reported in, which was concerning, but signal jammers were common in the mountains. I was about to send a retrieval team.

But my wolf was pacing. Restless. Hunt. Find her.

Suddenly, a pain ripped through my chest.

It wasn't a heart attack. It was worse. It felt like a jagged hook had been sunk into my soul and yanked.

I stood up so fast my heavy oak chair flew backward and shattered against the wall.

The room went silent.

"Alpha King?" one of the elders asked, trembling.

"Silence!" I roared.

My vision went red. I felt it. The bond. It was screaming. It was fraying.

She is dying.

My mate. My Queen.

I didn't ask for permission. I didn't take the elevator.

I ran to the window and smashed through the glass, leaping from the third story. I landed in a crouch, the concrete cracking under my feet.

I shifted.

My clothes shredded as my Lycan form took over. I was bigger than a normal wolf, a monstrosity of black fur and muscle standing eight feet tall on hind legs.

I threw my head back and howled.

It was a command to every wolf in the city. FIND HER.

The scent hit me on the wind. Faint. Metallic. Blood. Her blood.

And beneath it, the stink of rogue filth and my brother's cowardly musk.

I ran. I tore through traffic, vaulting over cars. I was a blur of shadow and death.

I reached the derelict clinic in the rogue district. The door was locked.

I didn't open it. I ran through it.

Wood and metal exploded inward.

I smelled her before I saw her. The scent of snow and pine was drowning in the copper smell of blood.

I burst into the room.

There she was. Lying on the floor. Pale as a ghost. A pool of crimson expanding around her head.

A female stood over her, laughing.

My vision narrowed to a pinprick. The beast inside me took full control.

KILL.

I let out a roar that shook the foundation of the building, shattering every lightbulb in the hallway.

The King had arrived. And he brought hell with him.