บททั้งหมดของ Marked by the Moon: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Bas POV I clutched my chest, sinking to the ground as the tears I had held back came rushing out. "If you were here, I wonder what you'd think of me... a weakling, perhaps," I chuckled bitterly, wiping the tears from my eyes. "But I... I had nowhere else to go." I always had to pretend to be strong, to be the perfect son, the perfect lover, the perfect Alpha. But with Sam, he saw the broken part of me and he never judged me for it. I rested my back against his grave, feeling the coolness of the stone seep through my shirt. I picked up a blade of grass, twirling it between my fingers as memories flooded my mind. "Remember when I called you weak for falling in love?" I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Well, I met this girl, and she's just perfect. With her, I wish time could stop forever. Now I sound like you," I chuckled, the sound hollow in the stillness of the graveyard. I could almost hear Sam's laughter, his teasing remarks about how I'd finally understand him on

Becca POVWaking up today felt like emerging from a long, dark tunnel into a faint glimmer of light. The heaviness that had settled in my chest since Ravi's passing seemed to ease just a bit. With Mom spending the night, her presence brought a sense of comfort and warmth. Careful not to disturb her peaceful slumber, I quietly slipped out of bed, tiptoeing out of the room.As I roamed the corridors, I realized I hadn't really explored the house since the wedding. It felt bigger than I remembered, with plenty of rooms I hadn't seen before. I wondered which was Bas's room. The thought of Bas made my heart ache. I had been so mean to him even though I was hurt there were some hurtful things I said that I didn't mean and I knew I owed him an apology.A certain room caught my attention, the door was a bit open, and inside, I saw beautiful paintings and art. The room felt special, like it was made for creativity. Each painting told a different story, and the colors were so bright and pretty.

Becca's POV"Hey," I said as I walked into our new home"Hey," he replied, looking up from where he was sitting."I just spoke with Naomi," I said, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders now that the conversation was over."How did it go?" he asked, concern etched in his features."Well, she's still very angry, and I can understand that. But the good news is she's still going to help us with the map," I explained, feeling a sense of relief wash over me."That's great," Bas said, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips."Yeah, we just need to get the belladonna," I replied, feeling a surge of determination."Why don't I get it," Bas suggested, concern evident in his eyes."No, I'm coming with you," I insisted, not wanting to be left behind."Becca, are you sure you're ready? Because I can..." Bas started, his voice filled with worry."I'm certain, Bas," I interrupted, wanting to prove that I could handle it.With a sigh, he nodded and walked out to grab his jacket. We headed t

Bas POVThe car ride back home was silent as I drove, the hum of the engine the only sound accompanying my racing thoughts. My mind kept wandering back to the fire. It couldn't have been a coincidence that on the very day we decided to retrieve the belladonna, the forest was ablaze. Someone did it, but who? My thoughts raced with possibilities. Could it have been my father? Did he want to toy with us, waiting for the perfect moment to strike?My grip tightened on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. No, it couldn't be my father. He wasn't one to delay punishment. If he knew about the belladonna, he would have struck immediately. Then who? Who could possibly be behind this?As my mind churned, I felt Becca's gentle hand fall on mine, giving a small squeeze. I turned to look at her, a forced smile on my face. She was my anchor, my everything, and her touch was a reminder of what I was fighting for.We arrived home, the familiar sight bringing a sense of fleeting comfort. As we en

Bas POVThe next morning, I woke up to the soft light of the sun filtering through my curtains. I turned and saw her there, sleeping so peacefully. There was something marvelous about her face, something that drew me in every time. Watching her was a pleasure I could indulge in over and over again.Her eyes fluttered open, and a smile spread across her face. "You should be sleeping, not staring," she said in a low whisper."You really can't blame me," I replied, my voice just as soft. "When you look like this, it's impossible to stop staring." I watched as a blush spread across her cheeks, making her even more beautiful."I should get up," she began, starting to rise from the bed. But I pulled her closer, wrapping my arms around her and burying my face in her chest. Her warmth and the soft rhythm of her heartbeat were too comforting to let go.She chuckled, her laugh light and musical. "Bas, we've been in bed for quite some time.""Stay with me a little longer," I murmured. I could ne