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Chapter Fourty Eight – The Aftermath of Truth
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I Stole His Mark Chapter Fifty One – Alpha vs. Beta
The air still pulsed with tension as Derrin led Ilia deeper into the Hollow. She leaned against him, silent but heavy with the weight of all she’d seen, all she’d endured. Caelan’s growl still echoed behind them like a phantom, and Derrin’s words—sharp and fierce—clung to the air between them.They said nothing as they reached her quarters. Derrin opened the door quietly, letting her step in first. She stood there for a moment, unmoving, then finally turned to face him.“Thank you,” she whispered.Derrin nodded, but his eyes searched her face. “Do you want me to stay?”Ilia hesitated, then gave a small nod. “Just until I fall asleep.”Derrin stepped inside and closed the door behind them. She moved to the edge of her bed, her limbs trembling with the aftermath of grief and rage. Her voice was barely audible. “Do you regret what you said to him?”Derrin shook his head. “No. I’ve been silent long enough.”She looked down at her fingers. “You defied your Alpha.”“I stood up for my mate.”
I Stole His Mark Chapter Fifty – The Lake of Solace
Ilia ran. The cold stone beneath her feet felt like nothing compared to the hollow ache in her chest. Caelan’s mouth on Helena’s. His hands on her body. The betrayal burned behind her ribs like fire, scorching and raw.She didn’t stop running until the trees swallowed her whole. Until moonlight broke through the thick canopy and the scent of water and moss filled her lungs.The lake.Her lake.She stumbled toward the shore, arms wrapped tightly around herself, Caelan’s shirt still hanging off her shoulders. She dropped to her knees by the edge, eyes stinging, chest heaving."No, no, no," she whispered over and over. Her fists pounded the wet earth. "Why does he keep doing this to me? Why am I never enough?"The surface of the lake rippled violently though no wind stirred. A low hum built in the water, pulsing with her grief.A sob broke from her chest—loud, ragged, and feral. Her entire body trembled as years of abandonment, confusion, and heartbreak surged from her throat in a raw cr
I Stole His Mark Chapter Fourty Nine – A Crack in the Bond
The room had settled into quiet. Ilia lay curled between the two males, her bare back pressed lightly against Caelan’s chest, Derrin’s hand wrapped loosely around her wrist from the other side. Their breathing had evened, bodies warm from the fire still flickering low at the hearth.But Caelan wasn’t asleep.His eyes remained open, staring at the shadows cast on the ceiling. Every time Ilia shifted against him in her sleep, something in his chest twisted. Not because he didn’t want her close—but because she wasn’t his alone.The bond hummed, stronger than ever. She had accepted him. He could still taste her on his tongue, feel her warmth under his hands. And yet…She belonged to him.And to Derrin.His jaw clenched.Carefully, he eased himself out from the bed. Ilia sighed softly in her sleep but didn’t wake. Derrin stirred slightly, his fingers twitching where they had held her, but he remained lost to the world.Caelan grabbed his shirt from the floor and slipped it on as he padded
I Stole His Mark Chapter Fourty Eight – The Aftermath of Truth
The council room emptied slowly. Murmured voices echoed behind them as Ryvan was led toward the guest wing, his head held high and his smile softening only when his eyes met hers. Ilia remained still until he vanished around the far corridor, his cloak trailing like a shadow of her past newly uncovered.She didn’t speak. She couldn’t. The weight of every look, every word, every promise felt like it pressed into her chest with too many sharp edges.She turned.Derrin and Caelan were waiting, silent and unreadable. Without a word, she headed down the corridor, her steps quick and uneven. Neither questioned it. They followed.She didn’t stop until she reached her quarters and slipped inside.The heavy door closed with a dull thud behind her. She leaned back against it, eyes closed. For a breath, she was alone.Then—“You okay?” Derrin’s voice was low, gentle.“I don’t know,” she muttered, still not opening her eyes.She finally pushed off the door and turned. The sight of both of them st
I Stole His Mark Chapter Fourty Seven – A Claim to the Crown
"This is absurd," one of the council members barked after Ryvan's declaration. "Royal blood or not, she has been raised in the Hollow. She's one of us—this abrupt reclassification—"Derrin stepped forward, his voice sharp and unyielding. "You’ve spent weeks denying she’s one of you. You rejected her as Luna because she didn’t have a wolf. You whispered behind her back, treated her like she didn’t belong. And now you want to claim her because of her bloodline? That’s rich. Either she is one of you, or she isn’t. You don’t get to pick and choose when it benefits you.""Is not your decision to make," Ryvan interrupted smoothly, his tone laced with the authority of the crown. "You may govern your Hollow, but her lineage comes from a throne far above these walls. She will be treated accordingly."Ilia stood frozen, the weight of her brother’s presence still settling in her chest. She turned to the council, voice trembling but clear. "What does this mean for me?"The older woman with pinche
I Stole His Mark Chapter Fourty Six – The Lycan Prince
Ilia stood in front of her mirror, smoothing her tunic down, brushing out the worst of the knots in her hair. Her nerves coiled tight in her stomach. She had no idea what this meeting with the council meant, only that it had to be serious. Royal emissaries didn’t just show up unannounced.She stepped into her boots, tied them quickly, and took a deep breath. Then she left her quarters, her steps steady despite the way her heart pounded in her chest.The council chambers were already buzzing when she arrived. The heavy double doors creaked open, revealing the long room where the elders sat in half-moon formation. The air was thick with tension, thick with eyes.Caelan and Derrin stood near the center of the room. Caelan’s arms were crossed, jaw tense. Derrin gave her a small nod as she approached, his gaze protective.Ilia stepped forward, facing the semicircle of council members."Ilia," one of them said curtly. "You're finally here."She kept her chin high. "You summoned me. I came."
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