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Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Seventy
Sophia I stood at the landing of my house, overlooking the foyer where three guards were walking up the staircase. They were my most trusted, even though trusting anyone these days was just a game of chess you could win or lose. They stood stiff at attention as they approached me, bowing their heads in greeting. I motioned at them to follow me, then we headed to the balcony to avoid anyone hearing our conversation."Listen to me carefully," I said, my eyes bouncing from face to face. "No one steps foot past the gate of that estate without my authorization. I don't care if they're from my husband or even my father himself." The head guard shifted uncomfortably and couldn’t meet my gaze. "I know you are loyal to him," I continued, taking a step forward. "If you report what's going on or breathe in his direction, I want you to remember something." I lifted his chin, looking him in the eye. "I know where all your family members live—your children's schools, their exact schedules. If you
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Sixty-Nine
Savannah I returned home drained. My legs moved, but I barely felt them beneath me. I couldn’t remember walking through the door or removing my shoes. I was floating, heavy and light at the same time, stuck between exhaustion and awareness.Xavier wasn’t home. Thank God. I climbed the stairs slowly and reached the bedroom. The door shut behind me. I leaned back against it. The silence hit hard. It folded around me, blocking out everything else. Nothing in here was mine.The bed. The clothes. The photos. All hers.The one who was alive. The one who had every right to it all.I pulled my dress off with one hand and let it fall. It crumpled at my feet. I stood in the middle of the room, wearing nothing but guilt and dread, staring at the shadows on the floor.I was foolish.How had I ever thought I could stand up to Gregory? What power did I think I had? I wasn’t a leader. I wasn't in the military. All I had was a stolen name.Everything I was trying to expose had probably already bee
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Sixty-Eight
Savannah “Dad?” I said, my voice cracking.He turned. His face lit up, and without a word, I ran into his arms.“Grandpa!” the boys shouted behind me, and they followed.The hug we shared wasn’t clean or graceful. It was full of exhaustion and held-together strength, the kind that breaks when held too long. When we finally pulled apart, I turned and noticed the silence behind me.My mother stood a few feet away, her arms crossed.My father looked at her.She looked back.They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to.Something deep passed between them, something old and unfinished. Not love. Not yet hate. Just... something.And for a second, I wondered if this was how Xavier and I would end. Soulmates broken by life’s sharp turns.“They’ll be safe here,” my mother said to me. “As for you, you have to go back. I don’t want Xavier suspecting anything. The coronation is coming. One more scandal will ruin everything.”I nodded. What choice did I have?After saying goodbye to the boys, I fed the
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Sixty-Seven
Savannah She watched me with red-rimmed eyes. Slowly, the tears she had tried so hard to trap began to fall. I’d never seen anyone cry like that. Her shoulders trembled. Something had broken deep inside her and she was powerless to stop the collapse.Just moments ago, she had sliced me open with every word, peeled back my skin with accusations and truth I couldn’t deny. And now, in the same breath, she crumpled in front of me like a house of cards finally giving up its fight against the wind.Her sobs were broken that came from somewhere too deep to explain. Her hand shot up to her mouth, pressing hard like she was trying to keep something locked inside. I stood there, rooted. My arms were useless by my side. My throat was dry.I had no idea what to do.But instinct kicked in. Cautiously, I approached her. I bent down beside her, lowering myself until I was eye-level with the woman who had given birth to me. My knees touched the grass.“I’m sorry,” I whispered.She didn’t respond.
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Sixty-Six
Savannah Fear crawled up my chest like it wanted to rip through skin and bone. Goosebumps ran along my arms and back.Eve’s hand found mine the moment we saw my mother.“Breathe,” she whispered. “Whatever happens, stay calm.”But how?How could I stay calm when she was right there, standing at the front door with her arms folded, not a smile in sight, not a trace of welcome on her face? Her eyes were locked on me like a hawk watching a mouse. Her mouth twitched. There was no warmth. Just her icy presence.And that wasn’t even what terrified me most.It was the sound of tires crunching into gravel behind us. The click of a car door opening. Xavier stepped out of the car. He looked completely clueless.She was going to tell him. Right here. Right now.He smiled the moment he saw her. “Sophia,” he greeted, walking toward her. “You were missing in action last night. We had a swell time.”She chuckled. “I heard. I wasn’t feeling so well.”She turned her eyes to me. “But I thought I’d vis
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Sixty-Five
Savannah The next morning came slow and heavy. I hadn’t blinked through the night. My eyes stayed open, fixed on nothing.Xavier’s phone buzzed before dawn. He answered it quickly, something about the coronation. He left in a rush, not even checking to see if I was awake. I kept my eyes on the ceiling until the door shut completely.Then I sat up and reached for my phone. I dialed Eve immediately.“I was going to come see you.”“I’ll come to you instead,” she replied. “It’s better that way.”“Alright. I’ll tell the guards to expect you.”She arrived about two hours later. The moment I heard her voice at the door, I moved fast. I met her at the foyer, hugged her, then led her upstairs.“Whoa,” she said, pausing halfway up. “This place is a proper palace.”I groaned. “Is that even important right now?”She rolled her eyes. “Trust me to say something stupid.”We stepped into the upstairs living room. She spun once and let out a low whistle. “It’s going to be rough going back to our tiny
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Sixty-Four
Savannah “Mommy, hurry up. We’re waiting downstairs,” I heard Adelaide call out.I stood in the middle of the mess I had made. My breath came shallow. The room looked like it had been hit by a storm. Drawers yanked open, clothes scattered across the floor, shoes tossed aside. I was sweating, not from the heat, but from the frantic panic of still not finding the phone.“Coming,” I called back.I grabbed my clutch and left the room. My face refused to relax, so I didn’t bother trying. Thankfully, they didn’t ask questions during the drive. Adelaide was too busy chattering beside her father, and Xavier was focused on driving. That silence gave me room to think.We arrived at one of Xavier’s hotels, polished to perfection for tonight’s dinner. More nobles. More toasts. More fake laughter. I followed him inside, walking through doors and blinking under chandeliers. My body moved on cue. My mouth did what it was trained to do. But my mind stayed fixed on the burner. And my father.Xavier h
Fighting For The Alpha's Mark Sixty-Three
SavannahIt had been over twelve hours since I heard from my dad. I sat at the edge of the bed, with the burner phone in hand. There was no buzz, no call-back, nothing.My thumb hovered over the screen. I pressed the call, and fixed my gaze on the top corner of the screen as if the signal bar could magically force a connection. One ring. Then none. Straight to voicemail.I hated this silence. It wasn’t the kind that gave peace. It was the kind that scratched at the walls. The voice came again, same tone, same message.“Your call cannot be completed at this time. Please try again later.”I lowered the phone and groaned into my palm.“Damn it,” I muttered. I ended the call and dropped the phone beside me. My palm found my temple. I pressed down hard, hoping the pressure would push the panic away.I started pacing. I moved between the door and the window, again and again. The carpet under my feet had gone warm from friction. If a mouse lived there, it would’ve packed up by now and moved
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
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