Marked by two Alpha's

Jean's povThe room was cold, but not cold enough to numb me. I wished it were.Agora moved above me like he always does. Mechanical, merciless, driven by the single goal that consumes him. His hands gripped my hips too hard, his teeth scraped my shoulder where he marked me months ago, sealing my fate. I don’t close my eyes anymore. I stared at the ceiling until I stared at nothing in particular. My body had stopped being mine long ago.He doesn’t whisper love into my ears. He whispers orders.“Relax,” he growled when my body tensed up, when my body betrayed my thoughts. “How will you ever conceive if you’re fighting me like this?”Conceive. Breed. Vessel. That’s what I am to him. Nothing more.When he’s finished, he rolled off me without a word, his chest rising and falling like he just endured some big chore. He doesn’t look at me. He never does afterward. He only says, “It’s been four moons. Do not fail me again.”And then he’s gone, leaving me naked, sore, and sighing. I lay s

JeanI stared at the closed door for some time, contemplating whether to go in and confront them or not. If I go there, there is no telling what Agora might do or say. The man barely respected me.What if he says something mean in front of Abigail ? I would be so ashamed. Maybe this was for the best. Maybe she should be the one to give him an heir since I can't. I watched for a long time, years refusing to drop from my eyes before walking back into my chambers. Drums sounded across the palace even before the sun shone, this deep, rolling thunder that shakes the whole courtyard awake. Not for me. Not for Bloodfang, either.This is for him.The Alpha King.Seth Stormclaw.I could feel him before I had the chance of seeing his face. The air just thickened like someone pulled a big cloth over it. My wolf started pacing, restless, like she wanted to claw her way out of my skin. The warriors bowed, backs bent, like they’re allbowing to something none of us could see. Even Agora , calm

Jean’s POVI didn’t have a clue what I was walking into when I swung that door open. Maybe I was expecting the usual just Agora , alone, hunched over one of those damned ledgers, plotting, scheming, whatever it is he does when he thinks no one’s watching.But what did I walk in on? Not in my wildest or twisted imagination did I plan for this.Or maybe I did. Abigail ’s laugh. My sister laughs.It sliced right through me. Sharp, sweet, and just a little too intimate for this room my room. My legs just stopped working. I felt the air freeze as my lips turned numb.And then I saw. Really saw.Agora didn’t even bother trying to cover himself up. No panic, no swearing, not even a flicker of guilt. He just looked at me. Straight on. Those eyes were cold, unbothered, like I’d just interrupted a boring meeting instead of, you know, my sister’s hands all over his chest and her lips swollen from his kisses.Screaming seemed like a good idea. Ripping her hair out, maybe tearing his throat open

SETH'S POVThe great hall was full and loud, and I sat at the head of the feasting table. Agora had not stopped talking since the second course arrived, and Abigail laughed at something that was not funny and let her fingers graze my arm. I did not look at her.Then the doors opened, and Jean walked in.The tip of the goblet felt cold against my lips. The bitter taste of wine barely registered, even after the goblet clunked against the brown hardwood table.Agora leaned toward me. "Your Majesty, the northern lords are growing restless. We need a firm response before the next moon.""We will discuss it tomorrow." "Tomorrow may be too late." "Then it will be too late." My jaw tightened, and I could feel the heat of the hall pressing against my shoulders.He leaned back.Abigail leaned close from my right. "You seem distracted tonight, Your Majesty.""I am not." "You have barely touched your food," she said."I am not hungry," I muttered.She smiled and reached for my arm again. "Perha

JEAN'S POV"How dare you touch the mother of my unborn child?"I just stood there with my mouth open like a whole fool.That voice. I knew that voice, better than my own name at this point.That was the voice reserved for warriors who embarrassed him in front of the pack. For people who really, really crossed a line.He was using it on Abigail right now, and honestly, I needed a whole moment.She opened her mouth, and nothing came out. Tried again, and still nothing.I've known this girl my entire life. She always had something, always. A smile, a story, some perfectly timed tear that made everyone forget what she actually did.But then, nothing.He dropped her wrist. "I don't want to see your face when the sun comes up.""Agora just listen—""There is nothing to listen to.""It wasn't what it looked like, I swear, just give me one second to explain—""You were in my chamber, Abigail. What exactly is there to explain?""By morning," he said again. "That is final."She looked at me aft