บททั้งหมดของ Marked by the Alpha: Mated to the cursed twins : บทที่ 111 - บทที่ 120

Lunette POV I spent most of my days in hiding from the twins.The last thing I wanted to do was face them, but Zarek and Axel continued haunting my thoughts with their touch, their words, and the memory of what we’d done. I couldn’t look at either of them without my stomach churning with equal parts shame and longing. So, I did the only thing I could think of: I avoided them. If they were in the hall, I turned the other way. If I heard their voices nearby, I found an excuse to leave. It wasn’t a perfect strategy—they were far too smart for that to work in the long term—but it was enough to give me some space to think. What bothered me more than my feelings for the twins, however, was what had happened in Zarek’s room. That blinding burst of light, the force that had erupted from me like a storm—I had no explanation for it. And I needed one. The pack library became my go-to place, especially for hiding from the world. It was quiet, hidden away from the hustle and bustle of the pac

Axel POV I didn’t need to see the way Zarek stormed out of the dining hall to know that he was furious. The sound of his chair scraping against the floor echoed through the room, and my father’s disapproving look followed him out. I barely resisted the urge to do the same, but I knew I had to keep my composure for just a little longer, especially since this was a meeting that was very important.His gaze swept the room, lingering for a fraction of a second too long on Lunette, who looked a bit stunned, but I could tell she wasn't unaware of what was happening either, not when she sat there frozen in her seat, her hands clenched tightly in her lap, her knuckles white. He grabbed her hand in his and smiled at her face, and she took a deep breath, swallowing deeply as she looked to him and nodded."He must be worried," I muttered around the table, and they all accepted it, and when the murmurs of conversation died down and returned to normal conversations, I made to leave myself. "Exc

Lunette POV I stood at the door of my bedroom trying not to walk back into my room. "It's time, Lunette." Clara whispered, definitely sensing my hesitation. I looked away from her and swallowed, bracing myself again as I allowed the maids to lead me out of the room. My steps were slow, my feet felt heavy, each one feeling heavier than the last, each step dragging me closer to a future I was not sure I could escape from.The walk to the hall felt like it took an eternity. The hall looked exactly like I had expected, a grand display of the wealth that Alpha Cormac definitely had. It was a bit more outstated because we had a guest from the Creek pack; every detail had been meticulously crafted to impress, although that was more of the pack's doing than their alpha's.The golden light bulbs that hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow of lights over the crowd below. How could I face Axel and Zarek now? How could I stand before them, knowing what I had done? I didn’t have time to

Lunette POV The voices screaming all around me were deafening, blending into a chaotic hum, every word sharp and biting, clawing at my already frayed nerves. I stood there in the center of the engagement hall, frozen as Axel, Zarek, and Alpha Cormac stood together, locked in an argument that was spiraling out of all our controls.The pack’s murmurs buzzed in the background, all their eyes on me, judging, watching, waiting for me to fall apart. My body kept fidgeting; I felt cold as they each tossed words at each other, each of them sharp and cutting, each one aimed at hurting the other. It was all a chaotic mess of anger and tension, suffocating me all at once. Their voices blurred into one overwhelming noise, drowning out everything else except the racing of my heart in my chest, my breathing uneven. I tried to hold on, to stay composed, but the air was too tight to breathe, and it was like I was suffocating all over again. “Stop!” I mumbled quietly, but no one said anything. “

Lunette POV Alpha Cormac had stopped speaking to me after that day, where he had been attentive and a caring constant in my life. Even if our engagement was nothing more than a political maneuver, he was now an estranged person to me.He had never truly abandoned me. Until now. And the emptiness was unbearable. Every day that passed without a word from him or a glance of him in the first place was like another stone added to the weight in my chest. I told myself his distance was a relief, a reprieve of sorts, but as the days turned into weeks, his absence became even more disturbing.He didn’t call for me, didn’t summon me to speak about the engagement or its fallout. Wherever I went, he tried not to be there, and if by chance we managed to cross paths, he ignored me, his gaze sliding right past me, as if I were no more significant than the air he breathed. He didn’t speak to me, didn’t look at me. It was as if I had ceased to exist in his world. But the palace wasn’t that silent