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Fifty-Nine
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Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Sixty-Two
Richard I don’t know why I was fixing my hair like it made a damn difference. I stared at my reflection, ran my fingers through the strands, and adjusted the collar of my leather jacket for the tenth time. I even popped a mint into my mouth like I wasn’t about to be standing in front of the woman who destroyed me.I didn’t know if I wanted her to see me and feel something. Regret. Longing. Anything. Or if I just wanted to shove the truth in her face and finally get it over with.When I stepped outside, Eve was leaning against the hood of the van.“Well, well,” she teased, pushing off and giving me a slow once-over. “Who are you trying to seduce today, Mr sir? You look... dapper.”I snorted, locking the door behind me. “Let’s not get dramatic. I’m just trying not to look like I crawled out of twenty years of depression.”Eve laughed, but there was something soft in her eyes when she handed me the folded address. “Good luck. For w
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Sixty-One
Richard (Savannah's Dad)I woke up that morning with a tightness in my chest I couldn’t shake. My hands trembled as I buttoned my shirt, and for the first time in years, I found myself staring at my reflection like a man heading into war. Today was the day I would see Sophia again.I hadn’t seen her in decades, except in passing images online and in the news. She had become a legend, the Luna of all Lunas, Alpha Henry’s perfect daughter. But to me, she had been a girl with a crooked laugh and trembling hands the first time the bond pulled us together like a chain snapping in place. She had been mine until they tore her away from me.I never really recovered from it.Sophia was the only woman I ever truly loved. She was my match, my spark, the one the moon picked out for me and etched into my soul. And her father destroyed that bond like it was a disease. He made sure I paid for loving her. Made sure I was made small enough to lose everyt
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Sixty
Savannah My heart hammered against my ribs as Beatrice’s eyes shifted between me and Gregory. The tension in the air was thick, choking, like something acidic had just spilled all over the room and neither of us knew how to clean it up.Gregory stepped away from me, fixing the hem of his shirt. “It’s not what it looks like,” he said smoothly. His voice sounded far too composed for someone who had just been caught red-handed. “She wanted to run away. I was trying to talk her out of it.”Beatrice crossed her arms. “Sasha? Is that true?”I said nothing.Gregory gave me a warning glance, the kind that tightened like a noose. That sick gleam in his eyes again, as if to say. You open your mouth, and we both go down.I hated him.“It was nothing,” I said, sounding low and dull. “He’s right. I… I overreacted. He was just trying to talk to me.”Beatrice’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure?”I nodded.Gregor
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Fifty-Nine
Savannah I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, gently massaging the shampoo into my scalp. The steam had fogged up the corners of the mirror, blurring the reflection of my tired face.I’d slept for hours, longer than I intended. After all the crying from yesterday, my body must have shut down out of sheer exhaustion. The nap had helped, but it didn’t erase the ache in my chest, and at least my limbs felt a little lighter, my breath less jagged.The house was unusually quiet. Xavier wasn't home. Adelaide wasn't skipping through the rooms, talking a mile a minute. A blessing in disguise, I needed.I rinsed my hair under the stream, letting the water pour down the back of my neck. When I stepped out and wrapped a towel around myself, I heard a soft knock on the door. It was one of the younger maids, Mariella, the one with always-twitching fingers and eyes that never stopped scanning. She offered to help me dry and style my hair. I agreed.After all, this was the perfect opportunity.
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Fifty-Eight
Eve The moment the monitors started beeping erratically, my heart flew out of my chest.I was sitting beside him, half-asleep, and my head resting on the edge of the mattress, when the shrill alarm from the heart monitor jerked me upright. Nurses rushed in within seconds.“His heart rate is spiking. Call the surgeon!”I backed away as the room flooded with staff. Jermaine was shivering under the sheets, his breathing sounded irregular. One of the nurses gently ushered me aside, but my feet were frozen. It was only when a doctor came in and barked something about taking him back to the theatre that I finally moved.My legs felt like they were made of stone as I followed them down the hallway. I kept asking questions. What’s happening? Why is this happening? Didn’t the surgery go well? But no one could give me real answers.They wheeled him into surgery, and the doors slammed shut in my face.My hands trembled as I fumbled for my phone. I checked it. Eleven missed calls from Savannah.
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Fifty-Seven
Savannah I stood by the narrow hallway, out of sight, pressing myself against the wall as I listened to Xavier. He was outside with Gregory, and though the night air muffled some of their words, I caught enough to feel my stomach churn. “…monitor her closely… her messages… her calls…” Gregory was saying. I clenched my jaw. So that was his plan now? To play savior while secretly trying to dig through my life? His voice made my skin crawl. He thought he could trap me and back me into a corner. But he didn’t know who I was. He thought he could be the villain in my story. How fucking cute. I could only hope my father had found a way to talk to my mother. That something had started to shift, and that this entire web of secrets was finally starting to unravel on the other end. The sooner the truth came out, the sooner I could flip the script on Gregory. Let’s see how smug he’d be then, when Xavier starts asking why he never told him any of this after finding out I wasn’t the
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Fifty-Six
Xavier I stepped back into the house and shut the door behind me. The silence was heavy and loud in my ears. Sasha was home and safe. I rubbed my palms down my face and exhaled.Before she returned, the pack police and my guards had returned, empty-handed and exhausted. I had sent everyone and every resource I could trust to find her. Because for eighteen hours, I didn’t know if my wife was alive, hurt, or out there forgetting who the hell she was again.It started yesterday, when I noticed she wasn’t in the bed. At first, I thought maybe she’d gone for a walk. Sometimes she wandered the garden or took a drive. But when two hours passed and she still hadn’t returned, I knew that something was wrong.I tore the house apart, questioned the maids, and asked Adelaide if she’d seen her. My daughter had just shrugged, saying, “Mommy said she was going somewhere nice.”I called her phone. No answer. I called again and again. By the fifth time, the panic crawled under my skin and settled in
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Fifty-Five
Savannah Fear clouded my thoughts while I pretended to be bold. I didn’t make it far before Ethan's voice came again.“Do you even like yourself?”My fingers clenched around the blanket pressed to my chest.“You should accept help before it’s too late,” he added.“I would never—” I started, but my voice caught, and then the words slipped out before I could stop them. “Even if I needed help, I wouldn’t take it from you.”Ethan burst into a loud laughter that echoed through the corridor. Shit.Why was I so dumb to admit that I wasn't Sasha?He clapped, then pointed at me like he’d just won a damn lottery.“I knew it,” he said, grinning like a fool. “I knew it was you. Savannah. I freaking knew it.”My breath hitched. I stepped forward, refusing to let him rattle me. “You know what's funny, I would go to Gregory for help before I ever came to you.”His smile faltered and he kept his steely gaze on me. “Surely you don’t mean that.”“I do.”I didn’t care how harsh I sounded, Ethan stan
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Fifty-Four
Savannah I sat in the waiting area, stiff as a board, as I tried to distract myself from the constant tick of the clock on the wall. It was a reminder that I had no control over the outcome of this surgery, but it was also hard because every passing minute seemed to stretch longer, making my anxiety spike. It had been over three hours. I could feel the weight of the minutes pressing down on me. The doctor had said six to eight hours, but I couldn't quiet my thoughts.What if it didn't work? What if the transplant failed?I hadn't allowed myself to entertain these thoughts before, but now they were gnawing at the edges of my mind and turning my stomach.What if I lose my baby?The words repeated in my head, suffocating me. My nails dug into my palm as I tried to anchor myself to the reality that my boy would be fine. There was hope. But the longer the wait dragged on, the more afraid I became. I squeezed my eyes shut as if that could block out the fear that threatened to take hold
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