บททั้งหมดของ Marked by the Alpha: Mated to the cursed twins : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Lunette POV I was up early; the excitement and nerves had made it too hard to sleep all night, so here I was almost thirty minutes early, walking to the training grounds. I was looking forward to this. If I was ever going to hold my own in this pack—or any pack—I needed to be stronger, faster, and better. I reached the clearing, expecting to see Axel waiting for me, the usual impatient scowl he had plastered on his face most of the time when he saw me. Instead, there was someone else standing in the middle of the field, arms crossed, his sharp features set in an unreadable line.Zarek!I remembered what I had said to him that night at the Harvest feast. My throat closed up, my stomach dancing with nerves all of a sudden.  “Zarek?” I said, my voice filling with surprise. “What are you doing here?” He turned to face me, his amber eyes locking ont

Alpha Cormac POV The chill in the air was unmistakable warning that winter was coming, with the Harvest feast done, I had more things to worry about and I wasn’t one to leave things to chance.I preferred to get ahead of these things, ensuring the pack was ready for whatever nature had in store. Curtis, walked alongside me as we discussed preparations for the colder months.  “We’ll need to double the firewood stockpile this year,” Curtis said, jotting down notes on his clipboard.“And, I think the hunters should start earlier. Game is already retreating deeper into the forest.”  I nodded, my mind busy calculating how best to allocate resources. "Agreed. Make sure the Beta teams are assigned to rotate shifts so they can cover more ground.”  As we continued down the corridor, Curtis still rambling off a list of thing that needed to be done a smal

Lunette POV The air was warm and cold at the same time, I wasn't sure how that was possible at all. But the cold felt sharp against my skin, and carried with it a faint scent of pine and decay.My whole body was aching, and that was when I realized I wasn't really wearing clothes to protect me from the winter, and that I was back in my father’s pack house, with its familiar suffocating walls pressing down on me. Everything felt the same—the heavy silence, the watchful eyes of those who turned away from me even when I was suffering, that and the ever-looming presence of Varda and Lorraine. I stood in the center of the grand hall, my legs trembling beneath me while I held on to the rag I was using to scrub the floors as Varda circled round me like a predator. Her sharp nails dragged along the back of a chair, the sound grating in the oppressive quiet. “Did you really think you’d escape us, girl?” she sneered, her lips twisting into a cruel smile. I wasn't sure where she thought I

I stood frozen, my eyes glued to Lunette’s form lying on the bed. My mind racing with questions I couldn’t begin to answer. Questions like, How had she done that? What kind of power had just come out from her? She still looked so small and fragile now, her face far less pale against the pillow. I’d checked on her every minute since I carried her in here, making sure she was breathing and ensuring she wasn’t hurt. Yet now, as I stared at her, I couldn’t ignore the storm of questions building inside me. I leaned against the wall, one hand tucked into my pocket, the other gripping the table. I didn’t realize how tightly I was gripping the edge of the bedside table or that my knuckles had turned white until Axel’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts. “What the hell is she, Zarek?” he demanded, his tone sharp and accusatory. I flinched, anger flaring at his tone. "Lower your voice,” I growled, casting a glance at Lunette. “She’s been lying to us,” Axel continued, ignoring my warnin

Axel POV "I don’t want to be alone.” I stood frozen, Lunette’s hand warm and so small in mine, trembling slightly like she feared I’d pull away from her; her soft plea echoed in my ears. “Don’t go,” she had said to me, standing there, looking so pretty in the light. It had taken everything in me to just stand there and think of what to say. I stood there frozen, every muscle in my body tense, every instinct in me screaming at me to leave, to protect the fragile balance we’d somehow created. I should have pulled away. I should have told her I couldn’t stay, that whatever was building between us was dangerous—for her, for me, for the pack. Because of so many reasons that I didn't want to think of or name at the moment.But I didn’t move. I just stood rooted to the spot, instead staring at her—the vulnerability in her eyes, the faint tremor in her voice—everything about her called to me, begging me to stay. I glanced at Zarek, who was still kneeling beside her. His gaze met mine,