Double Claimed: Marked by Two

She is not your regular highschool girl, Neither is she your regular teenager, She is the first female head Alpha who was born to fulfill the prophecy. Ava had just turned eighteen and was eager to receive her birthday present only for her mother to tell her that she is a half wolf. And she has been mated to the Alpha of the Dark Moon wolves. But things take a hard turn when two marks of two head Alphas appears on her body. A mark that was meant to stay forever She has been fated to two Alphas. Now stuck in between the line, Ava is left with choosing between the leader of her pack or her celebrity crush who is the leader of another pack and her childhood best friend. She has been marked by two, yet claimed by three. As the full moon draws near, Ava's decision would change the course of her life and the two packs.

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Chapter 5

AVA

I groaned heavily as I stretched from the bed. Damn that was a really good sleep. Lazily got up from bed, then the discussion with mom came crawling in.

Right, I was a half wolf and my whole life is about to take on a huge turn. I groaned and threw my arms up in defeat and crashed back on the bed.

I just hate my life right now.

The picked up my phone and my eyes nearly popped out from it's socket.

Holy shit, 7:20 am. I'm gonna be so late for class today. I rushed into the bathroom to washed up. I came out of the bathroom and was cleaning my hair when I caught a glimpse of my reflection.

I froze on my spot as I leaned closer.

“Mom!” I shrieked loudly.

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“How could this be possible?” mom asked as she inspected the marks that had appeared on my coller bone. It wasn't just one mark but two different marks, mom was as shocked as I was when she saw them. According to what mom told me yesterday, I was only going to get one mark and that was the mark of my Alpha, but right now, it's a little too different.

Mom sighed as she sat on my bed, her hands trembled as she began “This is so much different than what I was told.”

I furrowed my brows and glanced up to mom.

“What are you talking about mom?”

“Well as I stated earlier, you were online going to get one alpha mark but getting a two, it has never happened. Except,”

“Except?” I nudged further.

“The prophecy. But I was told that it was given years ago and everyone had totally forgotten about it.”

“Mom, I'm kinda lost here?” I stressed.

My sighed as she continued, “Well, according to your father, he had mentioned that there was a story..., a prophecy actually, it was something about a wolf who would bear the marks of two alphas but it was given ages ago so no one believed it was true, it was more like a fairytale.”

I stared at her in utter confusion,

“So what now, I'm supposed to carry two marks around or what mom?”

“I know. The main question here is, who does the second mark actually belong to.”

“Just perfect, a nice way of having an afternoon birthday celebration.”

“Ava, this is no time to joke.” she said as she stood beside me staring at the mirror, her eyes fearful.

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I walked down the school hallway engrossed in thought that I actually forgot that Caleb was telling me something about him being selected to play as a defender for the school's soccer team.

“Ava!” He screamed into my ears making me loose my balance.

“What the hell Caleb.” I said smacking his hand.

“I’ve been speaking to you for the last few minutes and you've paid little or no attention. Ava,” He called, concern laced in his tone. “What’s really going on, you've been acting all weird ever since your birthday, always zoning out. I really missed the old Ava Reed.”

I really wish I could tell Caleb everything, I really wanted to. But mom said not to involve him in the secret else it might put a risk on his life, you never know who's watching.

“I’m good Caleb, I promise, it's not something to bother your self with.” I tried assuring him but I knew Caleb wasn't buying any of it. I just had to make him believe.

“Oh my goodness, the new substitute teacher is so handsome.” I heard giggles from the girls in class as we walked in. They were so engrossed in their phone about a new substitute teacher, we were told earlier that our homeroom teacher had a minor accident but won't be making it to class for some time, so a substitute teacher would be replacing her for the time being.

“Hello everyone.” A strong husky voice greeted, piercing through my ears. I turned to the direction the voice had come, I let out a little gasp.

Something within me woke up, it stirred heavily. It's him, I really found him.______ My Alpha.

He was the true definition of an Alpha, I could easily tell that behind those brown coloured suit and glasses, stood a perfectly groomed and defined young man. He was indeed a sight to behold.

But something about him seemed rather too odd, I couldn't place my hands on it. I don't know whether it's the fact that he was directly staring at only me through those glasses. His piercing gaze seemed to be looking through me, it was like he knew that I was the one. But why was it bothering me that things aren't going to end well, he seemed to be the villain in my story.

“Like I earlier greeted, Hello everyone, I am your substitute teacher, the name's Logan, Logan Moon.” He said still giving that piercing gaze.

This is really not going to be good.

LOGAN

Seems she had already found out who she is, Rachael did her job pretty well by raising her daughter alone. I thought she was going to be like every other human but she is really different.

“Seems we made the right choice.” Ezekiel my wolf said and I smiled.

I've been following her around since I turned 18, it's being sick years and I can finally be able to claim her as mine. I had to send someone over to her mother to inform her that I will soon make my arrival known, so she had to tell her who I was.

Ava Reed, it is truly nice meeting you. I smirked and focused my attention back at the annoying teenagers whom I would be teaching. I had to cause a little accident inorder for me to be closer to my Ava.

“Sir, are you a demi god?” A female student asked.

I forced out a smile at her, petty humans, I am no demi god but something greater than a god. I was the Alpha of the Dark moon pack, a highly respected alpha.

I yearned for my mate to talk to me, to ask a question but she didn't spare me a glance. She was whispering things to the human boy next to her. Over the years, I've noticed her strong relationship with the human boy and I didn't like it.

I groaned as the boy giggled at what she had just said.

“Let's claim her already.” Ezekiel stirred.

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UNKNOWN POV

I felt it, the mark, my mark. She already has it. I need to claim her before it's too late.

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I ended my business trip early and returned home to find my mate, Alpha Titus Reynolds, with another she-wolf. That she-wolf was my best friend, Luna Elaine Powell. This happened when I was three months pregnant, and Titus and I had discussed completing the mate bond. Seeing them together made me pause in thought. I knew I was just an ordinary Omega, plain and straightforward, while Elaine was a radiant Luna, excelling in her law studies at a prestigious human university. It wasn’t hard to picture whom an Alpha like Titus might prefer. Elaine and I had been friends since we were pups, and Titus had always seemed like such an honorable Alpha. It never crossed my mind that they would become involved with each other. I hesitated, unsure whether it was the right moment to interrupt them. My upbringing taught me not to disturb others, and even amidst my turmoil, it made me reluctant.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.3

Brenda’s Second Life

8.3

I died during the winter of my fiftieth wedding anniversary. In the ICU, the monitors screamed a relentless, piercing alarm. Through the glass, I saw the man I’d spent half a century with—Gabriel. Once hailed as the most promising engineer at the machinery plant, he now had hair gone stark white. Beside him stood our son, Joseph. A doctor was speaking to them. I read the man’s lips: “…there’s no point anymore.” Gabriel nodded without hesitation. In that moment, I felt no pain, no cold—just a vast, hollow absurdity. I watched him pick up a pen to sign the DNR form. He paused, brow furrowed, as if wrestling with some monumental problem. Finally, with a look of impatience and utter confusion, he turned to our son. “What… what was your mother’s name again?” … What was my name? My name was Brenda. A name he’d never carried in his heart, a name he’d replaced for fifty years with “hey” or “the boy’s mother.” As my soul finally tore free, I saw him—prompted by our son—tremble as he finally wrote those three characters. And beside him, Sophia—the “girl next door” he’d spent a lifetime tending to—gently patted his back in silent comfort. How utterly pathetic. My whole life, I’d kept his house and cooked his meals. I’d abandoned my family’s legacy for him, endured the sneers for marrying beneath my station, borne his children, and kept his home for half a century. And in the end, in his heart, I was nobody. A nameless ghost. If there is a next life… no. I don’t want a next life. Let it all end. Let it be swallowed by this endless dark. The sharp scent of disinfectant flooded my nostrils. I jolted, eyes flying open. Above me hung a mottled, yellowing ceiling; an ancient ceiling fan squeaked in persistent rhythm. This wasn’t the ICU. I sat up sharply. A dull ache radiated from my lower abdomen—a raw reminder of the birth I’d just endured. Looking down at my own body, weak yet vibrantly alive, my mind went blank. “You’re awake? Good. Get up. Gabriel’s been waiting outside forever. Need to go register the baby.” That sharp, familiar voice cut through the silence. My mother-in-law. The woman who’d never offered me a kind look or word. Gabriel… Gabriel. I turned my head stiffly, eyes finding the calendar by the bed. July 12, 1981. I was back. I had come back to the third day after giving birth to my son, Joseph—back to another pivotal moment in my tragic life. My heart hammered against my ribs, not with joy, but with a tidal wave of hatred and dread. The scene from my deathbed—my husband’s voice asking, *What was your mother’s name again?*—remained, a poisoned blade twisted in my soul.

Fantasy Modern Romance

9.2

Escaping the Alpha's Trap

9.2

I woke with a gasp, my body suddenly on fire. A searing pain radiated from my chest, spreading through my limbs like molten silver. My hands clutched at the sheets as I struggled to breathe through the agony. *Madison, I'm back.* The voice—that familiar, fierce voice I hadn't heard in three years—growled through my mind. I froze, afraid to hope, afraid to believe. "Lyra?" I whispered into the darkness of my bedroom. "Is that really you?" *Who else would it be? I've been fighting to reach you for so long.* Tears sprang to my eyes as I felt my bones ache with a different kind of pain—the forgotten sensation of my wolf stirring beneath my skin. For three years, I'd been hollow, incomplete, a werewolf without her wolf. The doctors had called it trauma-induced suppression after the rogue attack.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.0

My Alpha Took My Son

8.0

Leo's tiny fingers curled around mine as he nursed, his eyes drifting closed in that perfect, trusting way that made my chest ache. The afternoon light filtered through the nursery curtains, painting everything in soft gold. For once, the pack house was quiet. For once, I could just be his mother. The door opened without a knock. Levi filled the doorway, his Alpha presence sucking the warmth from the room. His eyes swept over us—me in the rocking chair, Leo at my breast—and his jaw tightened. "You look overwhelmed," he said. I wasn't. I'd been calm for the first time in days.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.5

My Alpha Tried to Kill Me for Power

9.5

The war room smelled of coffee and ambition. I stood over the massive oak table, my fingers tracing the contours of the Northern Valley map I'd spent three days perfecting. The territory was rich with resources—lumber, water, game—everything our pack needed to thrive. But taking it would require precision. "The key is here," I said, pointing to a narrow pass between two mountains. "If we position scouts here and here, we can monitor the enemy's movements without being detected. Then we send a small team to secure the eastern ridge while the main force—" "Estella." Damien's voice cut through my explanation like a blade. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest, his Alpha aura filling the room. "You're overthinking this." I swallowed my frustration. "With respect, Alpha, the supply lines are vulnerable if we don't—" "Enough." He straightened, his jaw tightening.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.7

Rejected And Reborn As The Alpha King's Luna

9.7

Betrayal! Pain! Heartbreak! Rejection and lies! That was all she got from the same people she trusted the most, the same people she loved the most. No one could ever prepare her for what was next when it comes to her responsibilities, what about the secrets? The lies? The betrayal and her death! That was only just the beginning because now, she was reborn and she'll make them all pay. They'll suffer for what they've done because they don't deserve to be alive.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

Double Claimed: Marked by Two

Chapter 5

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