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Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Nineteen
Savannah I clutched the thin hospital gown with both hands. My grip was tight, like I was holding onto something more than just cloth. I lay on the hospital bed, cold against my back, in the Neuroradiology room. The lights above hummed. I kept holding the gown as if it could shield me, not from the cold, but from everything I was hiding.Inside me, fear and guilt were tangled together. They pulled at each other, each trying to take control. I closed my eyes for a second and tried to breathe.“Stay still, Luna,” the doctor said.His voice was steady. Calm. Like it was any other day. He wasn’t suspicious. He didn’t speak with judgment. He didn’t look at me like I was anything different from any other patient. Just another file. Another case.But that name.Luna.It didn’t feel like a title. It didn’t feel like something earned. It felt heavy. Like something placed on me by mistake. A name that didn’t belong to me. A name that clung like wet clothes. Every time they said it, I heard the
Last Updated : 2025-04-07Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Twenty
Savannah Sasha's mother's eyes, the same shade of grey as mine, moved slowly from my feet to my face. She sat down beside me without saying anything at first. Her hands folded in her lap, then she reached out and placed one over mine. Her voice came out in a whisper, soft and low.“Oh, my darling Sasha.”She held my hand and rubbed it gently like she was trying to soothe me or reassure herself that I was real.“How are you feeling today, my love? Any better?”I gave her a small smile, not out of comfort but to play the part. I tried to show a little confusion in my expression, like someone who could not fully remember their own story. I hoped it was believable.“A little,” I said, choosing my words carefully. “Still... Everything feels fuzzy. Like a dream I can’t quite grasp.”She nodded slowly and pulled her chair closer to the bed. She leaned forward again, reaching for my hand once more.“Have you had any dreams? Anything at all that feels familiar? Even a flash of a memory, perha
Last Updated : 2025-04-07Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Twenty-One
Savannah I adjusted my gown, choosing Sasha's deep blue fabric. Elegant and attention-grabbing without being too much. I added a golden belt to cinch my waist and sapphire earrings that dangled from my ears.Xavier entered the closet. His presence filled the room like sunlight. Our eyes met through the reflection in the mirror. His lips curved into a smile. He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around me."You're so beautiful," he whispered intimately while settling a hand on my stomach. The touch sent a warm shiver through me.Without meaning to, I turned to face him and brushed my lips against his, catching him off guard for a bit."Goodness, I'm sorry," I said, pulling away.But it felt as though my actions had stirred something within him as if they had taken on a life of their own. He drew me closer, placing his hand on the small of my back, and pulling me into him. His lips met mine with an intensity that sent a spark through me, and I felt everything else fade into the backgro
Last Updated : 2025-04-08Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Twenty-Two
Savannah Jace's panicked shout broke through the quiet afternoon, slicing through the stillness like a knife. My heart immediately dropped as I heard it, and without hesitation, I dropped the laundry basket I had been holding and rushed toward the source of the sound.When I reached the backyard, I saw him sprawled on the ground. His knee was scraped and bleeding, the sight of it making my stomach twist with worry."Jace!" I exclaimed, rushing to his side. "What did I tell you about climbing trees?"His lips quivered as he looked up at me, but despite the tears in his eyes, he managed to pout in that stubborn way only a child could. "I thought I was strong enough, Mommy."I sighed, trying not to show how worried I was. "Strength isn't just about climbing trees or doing reckless things. It's about listening and being careful."I scooped him up in my arms, feeling the warmth of his small body against mine as I carried him inside. The weight of his childish pride, mixed with the pain o
Last Updated : 2025-04-08Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Twenty-Three
Savannah I returned home, debating whether to give in and embrace my mate. But then I remembered I had lied that I was on my period, and he wasn't even home.The next morning, as I was preparing Adelaide for school, she suddenly asked, “Mommy, why does Daddy always drop me at school and not you?”The question hit me like a wave. It wasn’t the first time she’d asked.Adelaide had a habit of bringing up things like this constantly, and it was really starting to get on my nerves. How was it that kids these days were so damn smart? It was like they were born with the ability to see right through every adult lie. Just yesterday, the boys had asked who their daddy was, like they were running some kind of covert operation to uncover hidden family secrets. And now, sweet, sassy Adelaide, wanted me to go to her school and expose myself to the whole class like I was some kind of public spectacle. I swear, these kids were going to make me crack before I even hit thirty.“She’s right,” Xavier
Last Updated : 2025-04-08Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Twenty-Four
Savannah After that close call, I longed and prayed for peace. But it seemed that prayer went straight into the void.Xavier found me in the kitchen. I had been slicing vegetables, trying to focus on the rhythm of the knife. He came up behind me without a sound and wrapped his arms around my waist. His chin brushed my shoulder, and he held me close."You don’t know how it gladdens my heart to see you doing normal stuff," he said warmly. He kissed my cheek, and my stomach twisted with a strange flutter.I smiled without thinking, already missing his touch when he pulled away. I turned my head, just enough to see him rinsing a green apple at the sink.He bit into the apple and then said, “Gregory wants to join us for lunch. Do you mind?”My knife froze in mid-air.Not Gregory. My first instinct was to say no. I didn’t want that liar near me. He made my skin crawl.But instead, I heard myself say, “That’s fine. I’ll make something nice.”Xavier smiled. “All right then. See you at lunch
Last Updated : 2025-04-10Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Twenty-Five
Xavier I hate flights.But I'd rather be caught dead than say that out loud. My body never handled being in the air well. Every time I flew, the moment we landed, my head would spin. My stomach turned like it was still floating. I always needed something cold, either a splash of water on my face or a drink chilled enough to reset my senses. That was the only way I could regain some balance after stepping off a plane.Gregory knew. He never let me forget. From the moment we landed, he kept throwing little jabs, teasing me like it was the funniest thing in the world. I ignored him. That was the only way to win. If I gave any reaction, he’d keep going. To prove him wrong, I asked for nothing. No water. No drink. No help. I just powered through it.The drive to the hotel was a blur. The kind where your eyes are open, but you don’t really see anything. I must have been conscious because I walked myself to my room, but I couldn’t remember anything in between.“You think you’re funny, huh?”
Last Updated : 2025-04-13Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Twenty-Six
Savannah To avoid drawing any attention to myself, I decided to blend in. That meant going along with the women’s ritual and pretending I belonged.I stood in front of Sasha’s wardrobe, and my eyes moved from one outfit to the next. Everything inside was detailed and matched from top to bottom. Not a single item looked cheap or plain. Every piece was made to impress, designed with the kind of care that only wealth and status could provide.I couldn't even hide my jealousy at this point.After some thought, I picked out a short golden dress. I let my hair fall naturally in loose waves over my shoulder, not bothering to tie it back. The mirror in front of me caught my reflection, and I paused. Something about how the dress fit and caught the light sparked a bold idea.I didn’t even understand why I felt the urge to tease Xavier, but I did. It wasn’t just a playful thought. I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to want me. He was my soul mate, after all, and something inside me couldn’t
Last Updated : 2025-04-16
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Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Fifty-Two
Savannah I stepped through the front door, closing it with care. My eyes darted to the driveway, confirming the empty spot. Xavier wasn't wasn't back. Upstairs, my coat landed in a heap as I tossed it carelessly over the bed. My skin itched with anxiety, like something was crawling underneath it. I couldn't stay still. I tried to shake off the feeling, but it clung tighter as though my body were rejecting calm.My mind replayed the face I saw at the hospital. It flashed like warning signs in my brain. He was working for Gregory. I had seen him before at the estate. Each memory came sharper now.He had no business being in that hospital near my boys. My instincts screwasd. This wasn't a coincidence.Panic throbbed under my skin. Gregory knew. We were no longer safe.I swallowed hard as the acidic taste of bile burned my mouth. Water splashed down my front, soaking into my shirt before I could steady my grip.The idea that someone like Gregory could know where my children were, where
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Fifty-One
Savannah I sat on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, hunched over, and bouncing my leg restlessly. A bead of sweat slid down my spine, causing my grey turtleneck to cling to my skin. I kept glancing at the ticking clock. Xavier should be gone by now. I needed him out the door so I could slip to the hospital. I heard Adelaide's high-pitched excitement and Xavier's replies from her room as she listed everything she wanted for her birthday. The moment I sensed he was coming back, I yanked the blanket over myself and shut my eyes. He came in anyway, kissed my forehead, then walked out.His cologne lingered even after the door clicked shut. I stayed in that position until I heard his engine roar to life and the car roll down the driveway. My limbs finally relaxed beneath the blanket.Then I got up, grabbed my bag from the console table, threw on a coat, and headed out. I avoided the front hallway, slipping through the side door like a thief.This visit wasn’t something I could afford
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Fifty
EthanThe music from the ballroom thronged distantly, muffled by the walls. I stood rooted to the spot with my hands loose by my sides and my gaze pinned to the retreating figure of Sasha, or so she claimed. Her friend’s laughter still echoed from the hallway. This was impossible. Xavier's wife was everything I remembered Savannah to be. The same curve of her neck. Her voice. That damn light tone.How could two people look alike and sound the same? Why was she pretending not to be Savannah? Because I knew. That had to be her.I drew a hand through my hair. It's been five years since I saw her last, and yet she looked as if time had only deepened her beauty. She was more polished now, more guarded, but unmistakably Savannah. The storekeeper's daughter. The girl with the bright smile and quiet eyes who used to press her face into my neck and talk about wanting to spend the rest of her life with me. Wanting to help me build something. That, together, we would
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Forty-Nine
Savannah I tried to calm myself down, sipping the Chapman in slow gulps. My hand barely trembled, but inside, I was a mess. I forced my face into something pleasant and carefully composed, because if Ethan, who was probably still watching me like a hawk, caught one slip, he’d know I was lying.In my line of vision, I spotted Xavier. He was talking to Gregory. I tuned my ears to them, straining to catch each word.“You’ll have to stay away from the house for now,” Xavier said. His tone was cool, but not without weight. Gregory’s smirk dropped fast, replaced with a cold, bitter frown.“What? Why?” Gregory asked.“Because my wife says she’s uncomfortable around you.”Gregory’s mouth opened. “Come on, Xavier. It’s probably just a memory thing. You, of all people, know how strange she’s been since she got back. She’s not herself.”“That’s exactly why I’m telling you not to make it worse,” Xavier answered flatly. “Just give her space. No visits. No surprise ap
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Forty-Eight
SavannahI sat beside the dresser, blending my foundation in slow, rhythmic circles. The room smelled of rosewater and pressed powder, and while my hands worked automatically, my heart wasn’t in it. I didn’t want to go to this party. But I had to. It was political. Prestigious. Essential to Xavier’s rise as Regional Alpha.I had convinced myself that Ethan must be gone by now. One quick appearance—smile, shake a few hands, and disappear before my nerves turned me into a wreck. But even as I thought that, the familiar tightness in my chest crept in.Adelaide sat cross-legged on the bed, surrounded by bags and shoes scattered across the floor."Mommy, what about this one?" She held up a pink satin heel with a giant jeweled ball on the front.I gave her a look. "I’m going to a political function, not Barbie’s birthday."She scrunched her nose and grabbed another. "Okay, this one. But only if you carry the snake bag."She paired the nude sandals with the ridiculous bag and held it up, wai
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Forty-Seven
Xavier I sat at the edge of the bed, towel in hand, drying Sasha's damp hair. She hadn’t said a word since we got back. Her breath was shallow, and her posture was stiff.I folded the towel and placed it aside, then returned to sit beside her. She leaned into me, clutching my side like she needed the grounding. "Talk to me. What's on your mind?"She wrapped her arms tighter around herself, her eyes flickering up at me with a strange mix of fear and guilt."Do you ever feel like someone is just waiting for you to mess up? Like, no matter how careful you are, they’ll find a way to ruin everything?"I frowned. I took my time before answering. That feeling was familiar. There were always alphas watching me, waiting for me to fall."Yes. But I don’t hide from it. Why? Are you scared of something?"She hesitated, then shook her head too quickly. "No, no. I'm just being paranoid. It's probably nothing. I just… I don't want to disappoint you. I don't want you to hate me."Her voice was fragi
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Forty-Six
Savannah The moment the screen lit up, I snatched my phone off the charger, thumb flying to dial Eve. She picked up after two rings."Thank God," I whispered. "What happened? Adelaide told me Jermaine fainted. How is he? Where is he?""He's fine now," she said calmly. Too calmly. "We're at the hospital.""And?""They checked him. Said it was just stress on his heart. You know how the condition is.""Did you call me?"She paused. "I didn't want you panicking. There's already enough going on. He's stable now. They said we'll need to admit him to prep for surgery and observation since it's five days away."I let out a long breath. "Thank God. We've stretched it long enough."But then came a silence that didn’t feel normal. Not in my conversations with Eve. I waited. She didn’t fill it."Eve, are you okay?"I glanced toward the bedroom door. It was shut, but I didn't want to take chances."I'm fine," she replied."You don't sound fine. You sound off."She let out a soft laugh. "Here we g
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Forty-Five
Savannah Sunlight poured through the tall glass windows of the luxury boutique as I stood beside a rack of designer dresses, searching for something elegant but simple to wear for a dinner event with Xavier.I had narrowed it down to two options, scanning the room as if hoping something better would magically appear. I didn’t want to wear any of Sasha’s clothes, especially not the ones Gregory had likely picked out. And I didn’t own anything close to this level of expensive.Just as I reached for a blue dress, my gaze froze on a figure at the far end of the store.Tatiana.She stood alone, browsing silently near a display. I walked toward her. She didn’t notice me until she looked up. Her expression shifted from neutral to guarded.She placed the dress back on the rack and then turned as if to leave. I moved faster.“Sasha, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be resting?”I almost rolled my eyes. Now she wanted to treat me like I was fragile. The same person who dragged m
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Forty-Four
EveIt was a bright afternoon, and I’d gone shopping for groceries for the boys. I stepped out of the car, scanning my list as I headed into the supermarket. I was at the snack section, reaching for cookies, when a figure in a black hoodie darted around the corner of the next aisle, head down.My hand froze mid-air. The weird jolt in my chest wasn’t from the cookies.I tried to brush it off. Probably just another shopper. But when I reached for a cereal box, I caught another blur. Same hoodie. Still no cart.A cold grip wrapped around my spine.Savannah had told me things about Gregory. Horrible things. And now I couldn’t help but wonder—was he watching me?Please no. Because if they were watching me, they were watching the boys too.I sped up, dumped my bags into the trunk, slammed it shut, and got in. My eyes jumped to the rearview mirror.A black sedan pulled out behind me.I changed lanes.So did it.My chest squeezed. I hit call on Noah’s name as it flashed on my screen.“Hey, ba
