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Chapter 7 The Mark
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His Regret,Her Revenge Chapter 7 The Mark
The scream tore out of me before I could stop it.Pain. White-hot and blinding, radiating from my shoulder like my skin was on fire. I doubled over, clutching at the mark, my vision swimming.Iris didn't move.She just sat there, watching me writhe, her expression calm and curious. Like she was observing an experiment."Interesting," she murmured. "I wondered when it would react.""What—" I gasped, the word catching in my throat. "What did you do to me?""Nothing, Ymir. I didn't have to." She leaned back in her chair, folding her hands in her lap. "The mark responds to danger. And right now, it's telling you exactly who to watch out for."I forced myself to look up at her. The pain was already fading, but my body was still trembling. Sweat beaded on my forehead. My breath came in ragged gasps."You're saying—the mark was warning me about you?""I'm saying the mark knows what I am. The question is, what are you going to do about it?"I stared at her. This wasn't the same woman who'd he
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Iris didn't let me sleep.She said I'd have time to rest later. That the first night was the most important. That if I waited until morning, I'd talk myself out of it.So she sat me down in the warm kitchen of Ashford Sanctuary, poured me a cup of tea I didn't touch, and started talking."The mark on your shoulder isn't just a mark," she said. "It's a lock. And you're the key."I stared at her, my hand drifting to my shoulder automatically. The warmth was there—faint but persistent, like a heartbeat I could feel under my skin. I'd spent years thinking it was just a birthmark, something ugly I'd tried to hide. Now it felt like it was trying to tell me something I wasn't ready to hear."What does that mean?" My voice came out rougher than I expected. "A lock to what?"Iris exchanged a glance with Xavier. He was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, watching me with those steady brown eyes. He nodded once, almost imperceptibly. Whatever she was about to say, he'd already known. He'd
His Regret,Her Revenge Chapter 5 The Exit
I didn't pack much.A few clothes. The letter from my mother. Ziki's favorite stuffed wolf—the one he'd had since he was a baby. I couldn't leave it behind. It was the only piece of him I could take.I stood in his room for a long time. Watched him sleep. His chest rose and fell. His small fingers twitched like he was dreaming of something wonderful.He had no idea I was leaving.I wanted to wake him. I wanted to hold him and tell him I loved him and promise I'd come back. But I couldn't. If I did, I'd never leave.And I had to leave.I bent down. Kissed his forehead. Breathed in his scent. The familiar smell of him—warm and soft and innocent—almost undid me."I'll come back for you," I whispered. "I promise. I'll come back."He stirred. Mumbled something in his sleep. Rolled over.I pulled my hand back from his hair. My fingers lingered for just a second longer before I forced myself to stand.I walked out of his room. Closed the door softly behind me. The click of the latch felt lik
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I didn't sleep that night.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, the letter burning a hole in my pocket. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my mother's handwriting. Every time I breathed, I felt the warmth of the mark on my shoulder.You are the last of your bloodline.The words echoed in my head. Over and over. Like a drumbeat. Like a warning.I didn't know what it meant. I didn't know who my family was. I didn't know what power I was supposed to have. But I knew one thing.I couldn't stay here.Not like this. Not as the ghost of a wife, the shadow of a Luna. Not while Marilyn pranced around my home like she'd already won.I had to leave. I had to find out who I really was.But there was one problem.Ziki.My son was asleep in his room. His little chest rose and fell with each breath. His small hand was curled around his stuffed wolf—the one I'd given him when he was a baby.He looked so peaceful. So innocent. He had no idea his world was about to shatter.How could I leave him? How
His Regret,Her Revenge Chapter 3 The Mask
The days blurred together after that.I woke up. I made breakfast. I took Ziki to the garden. I avoided Marilyn's smile and Ezekiel's cold gaze. I pretended everything was fine.I got very good at pretending.It was easier than facing the truth. The truth was a wound that wouldn't stop bleeding. Every time I thought about it—the door, the kneeling, the smile—it opened again.So I stopped thinking about it.I went through the motions. I smiled when I was supposed to smile. I spoke when I was supposed to speak. I played the role of the dutiful Luna who had no idea her husband was sleeping with her best friend.Nobody noticed.That was the hardest part. Nobody noticed I was breaking. Nobody asked if I was okay. Nobody looked at me twice.I was a ghost in my own house.Three days after I found them, Marilyn came to my room again. This time she didn't knock. She just walked in like she owned the place.Which, I supposed, she did now.I was sitting at my vanity, brushing my hair. It was the
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I waited until Ziki was distracted.Marilyn had him in the garden, showing him how to plant flowers. Her hands were in the dirt. Her laugh was bright and fake. She was playing the role of the perfect aunt, the loving friend, the woman who could do no wrong.I watched them from the kitchen window. Watched my son laugh with her. Watched her touch his hair. Watched her smile like she'd won something.She had.But I wasn't going to make it easy for her.I found Ezekiel in his study. The door was open this time. He was sitting behind his desk, reading something. Probably pack business. Probably something that mattered more than me.I didn't knock. I walked in and closed the door behind me. The click of the latch echoed in the silence.He looked up. His cold gray eyes flickered with something—surprise? Annoyance? I could never tell with him. He'd spent years perfecting that mask of indifference."I need to talk to you," I said.He set down his papers. Leaned back in his chair. Crossed his a
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