Marked Twice by the Alpha King novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: Keep His Scent On You

I woke up feeling like I’d been hit by a truck–head throbbing, mouth dry as sand, room tilting like a damn carnival ride. Squinting against the morning light. I found myself sprawled across my bed still wearing yesterday’s clothes.

“What the actual hell?” My voice came out as a croak.

1 pushed myself up on wobbly arms. My uniform was twisted and wrinkled beyond repair, one boot still on my foot while the other lay kicked off by the bed. The silver Honor medal sat neatly on my nightstand–the only orderly thing in this mess.

near my bed.

Then it hit me–a scent that didn’t belong. Rain and pine mixed with something wild, like lightning struck earth. It hung in the air, strongest near

Blake.

My stomach flipped as memory fragments crashed back. The ceremony. Serena’s setup. Blake proving my innocence. Then later, Maxwell and his special Northern “drink“…

“Shit,” I muttered, massaging my temples. Fucking Northern wolves and their moonshine.

I stumbled to the bathroom, catching the wall when my legs tried to bail. The mirror didnt sugarcoat things–tangled hair, raccoon eyes, pasty skin with fever spots. Drug hangover chir.

Leaning closer, I traced the golden threads that had been appearing in my mark lately. They’d grown overnight, spreading further through Jackson’s silver claim. The warm feeling under my fingertips had replaced the knife–edge pain I’d gotten used to.

“Great. Now I actually look like I’m on Moon Shadow Dust. The irony wasn’t lost on me

Cold water shocked my face as memories flooded back–Maxwell’s hands where they shouldn’t be, his whispers, feeling paralyzed as he half–dragged me toward the exit.

Then Blake’s voice, pure danger wrapped in sound: “Put. Her. Down. Before I tear your throat out myself”

ly safe despite being drugged out of my mind.

More flashes hit–being cradled against Blake’s chest, his scent like a shield, feeling weirdly sa

Then the carriage ride.

“Oh no.” Horror crawled up my spine. “Please tell me I didn’t…

But I had. The drug stripped every filter, leaving just raw instinet. My hands on his chest. My lips on his neck. Practically climbing into his lap while saying things that made me want to crawl under a rock just remembering.

I gripped the sink edge. I felt up the Alpha King while high as balls. Awesome.”

My wolf clearly disagreed with my assessment. The traitor actually preened at the memory of Blakes scent, his strength, how he’d protected me. The golden threads in my mark pulsed like they were giving me a thumbs–up.

Back in my bedroom, the evidence piled up–medal and pin carefully placed, Blake’s scent everywhere. He’d been here, in my space, seeing my weapons, my trophies, and–kill me now–yesterday’s dirty clothes scattered across the floor.

A mental poke tickled my brain. Ella. I dropped my barriers, letting her in.

“Finally!” Her voice exploded in my head. “Been trying to reach you for friggin‘ hours!“”

“Sorry,” I sent back. “Last night was a total shitshow.”

“No kidding! Academy’s buzzing like kicked hormets Word is that Northern creep Maxwell dragged you, then Blake went all apex predator and carried you off like his dinner.”

My heart skipped remembering his arms around me, solid chest against my cheek.

“Prople say you were snuggling in his arms like a pup,” Ella continued. “Someone even claimed you showed him your neck. Tell me that’s bullshit!”

“Of course 1-” I stopped cold, flashes hitting me–head tilted back, throat exposed, Blake’s eyes burning gold.

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Chapter 33 Keep His Scent On You

The details are furry.” I admitted. “Maxwell gave me something to drink, then everything went sideways…”

“And? Did Blake actually take you to his ride?”

“Yeah. And I think I made an absolute ass of myself. That drug killed every boundary I had.”

“How bad we talking?” Her excitement buzzed through our connection. “Please tell me you didn’t lick his chin. That’s basically wolf for let’s hook up.”

Heat rushed to my face. “God, no! But I might ve… gotten handsy…

Silence, I could practically hear Ella’s jaw hitting the floor.

“Handsy” she squeaked. “Like, feel–him–up handsy?”

“My hands were definitely on his chest,” I confessed, wanting to die. “Maybe trying for more.”

“Holy shit!” Her thoughts radiated shock mixed with admiration. “Then what?”

“He stopped me. Someone mindlinked him his mom, I think? After that, I passed «

up

here.”

Wait–the fucking Alpha King carried you to

I groaned. “Don I make it sound dirty! I woke up fully dressed with n boots still on, looking like roadkill.”

“Boring.” Ella’s disappointment leaked through. “I wanted scandalous Alpha gossip.”

I banged my head lightly against the wall. “What am I gonna do

do? I molested the Alpha King while high off my

y ass.”

were drugged, not some creep. Besides, he personally brought you home instead of pawning you

flunky. Think about it.”

“That he’s decent enough not to dump drugged women on the street?”