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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
Last Updated : 2025-05-06Fighting 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
Last Updated : 2025-05-06Fighting 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
Last Updated : 2025-05-07Fighting 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
Last Updated : 2025-05-07Fighting 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
Last Updated : 2025-05-08Fighting 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
Last Updated : 2025-05-08Fighting For The Alpha's Mark One
On my wedding morning, I woke up next to a man who wasn’t my fiancé. My first instinct was to scream. But even that seemed difficult as my tongue felt heavy as a stone. Something was terribly wrong. Confused, I sat up, yanking the cream sheets to my chest. The stranger lay on his side, shirtless, with broad shoulders, defined muscles, and a wolf tattoo inked across his back. This wasn’t Ethan. This didn't even look like someone I know. I clamped my hand over my mouth. My dress from the bridal shower last night lay crumpled on the floor like it had been tossed carelessly. My brain felt like ice. Why couldn't I remember anything? With trembling hands, I reached for my thighs, desperately hoping that I had my panties on. Something slick coated my fingers and I knew. Jumping out of bed like it would bite me, I threw my clothes on carelessly, and tiptoed out of the room, running as fast as I could down the hallway to the suite we had booked for the bridal shower. It was empty. Not
Last Updated : 2025-01-09Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Two
Xavier I snuggled closer to my mate and reached for her again, craving the warmth of last night. My hand landed on a pillow. My eyes flew open. Cold air touched the spot where her body should’ve been. I shoved the sheets back and padded to the bathroom. Empty. Her scent, vanilla, and lavender, still clung to the air. I inhaled slowly like it was a drug. I let my body fall back, raising one arm above my head. A slow grin crept onto my face. She was gone, but the memory of last night was etched into my mind. Was she shy? Had she regretted giving herself to me like that? I’d had a few drinks with the other alphas who arrived to witness Ethan's wedding. The bar smelled like sweat and poor decisions. The kind of place that made you grateful for your own territory. The hotels in Ethan's pack were barely tolerable. This one just happened to suck the least. Last night, I checked in, got my room key, and freshened up. But to my greatest surprise, I stepped out of the bathroom and froz
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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
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Forty-Three
Savannah “Mommy, can I be a real princess?” Adelaide asked, her eyes wide and hopeful.We were seated in the living room. I paused from scrolling through photos of my sons on my phone and gave her a smile.“Honey, you’re already a princess. The most beautiful one there is.”She smiled, but it faded almost instantly. “That’s not true. I’m not a princess. I’m the Alpha’s daughter.”Smart girl. Too smart for her age. That was why I avoided making calls near her. She’d almost caught me twice. I wasn’t taking that risk again.“Just because your dad is a king doesn’t mean you’re not a princess,” I said, gently tugging at one of her soft strands. “Look at your hair. It’s beautiful. And your eyes? Completely mesmerizing.”“Just like yours.” She leaned into me. “I’m glad I don’t have Daddy’s eyes.”“Daddy’s eyes are beautiful too. They look like fire trapped in a bottle.”She pictured it and giggled.We were lost in our little fairytale moment when Xavier walked in. I glanced up just as he st
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Forty-Two
Xavier I flinched the moment Sasha said those words. The sound of her sobs rattled me. Guilt rooted me in place.I didn’t even know she was there. If I had, I’d have shut my mouth. I wasn’t trying to hurt her. I was only venting and panicking. But now the tears ran down her face and pulled everything down with them.“Sasha, honey, I didn’t… I wasn’t trying to upset you… it’s just—”God, I sounded ridiculous. Everything I said came out twisted. Nothing was landing right. My throat locked. I could see the pain in her eyes. I reached toward her but pulled back when she tensed. She wouldn’t even look at me.“You made me feel disgusting,” she cried. “Like I’m trash. Like I’m some easy girl who’d just spread her legs for anybody. I would never do the things you think I did.”Her words cracked straight through me.I took a breath. A long one. Praying someone, somewhere, would lend me strength. She was already fragile.I knelt beside the bed and lowered myself to her level. She refused to me
