All Chapters of Father and son are my mates: Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

Marcy’s POV“Did you hear?” Martha asked me as she hung a freshly washed shirt on the clothesline, her voice filled with excitement.“If it’s about gossip, I do not know. I do not pay attention to such,” I replied curtly, focusing on wringing out the damp towel in my hands.“It’s not just gossip,” Martha said, stepping closer to me. “It’s about your mates.”That made me pause. I raised an eyebrow, giving her a sideways glance. “What about them?”“They defended you,” she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.I blinked, unsure if I’d heard her correctly. “What?”“Both of them,” she said, a hint of awe in her voice. “At the council meeting this morning. They stood up for you, Marcy.”I frowned, setting the towel aside. “What do you mean ‘stood up for me’? What happened?”Martha shrugged, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. “I don’t know all the details, but people are saying the elders demanded they reject you publicly. Something about unrest in the pack because of uou. Th

Ryker didn’t hesitate. His teeth sank gently into the curve of my shoulder, the sensation a sharp mix of pain and pleasure that made me cry out. The mark pulsed with warmth, a tangible reminder of his claim.Evan followed suit, his teeth grazing my other shoulder before he bit down, his mark sealing the bond between us.The sensation was too much. I clung to them, my body trembling as the world around us seemed to shift, the bond solidifying in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying.“You’re ours now,” Ryker murmured against my skin, his voice a low growl. “And we’ll never let you go.”“Never,” Evan echoed, his hands sliding lower as he pressed a kiss to my temple. “You belong to us, Marcy.”And in that moment, I knew it was true.Evan’s lips lingered against my temple, his breath warm as his hands trailed over my bare skin. Ryker’s grip on my hips tightened, his calloused fingers digging into my flesh as his heated gaze pinned me in place. The tension between us was electric

The walk back to the maids’ quarters felt endless, every step heavy with the weight of my thoughts. I couldn’t stop replaying the events of the morning, the intensity, the bond, the impossible situation I found myself in.As I pushed open the door to the common area, the sharp buzz of gossip hit my ears like a swarm of angry bees. The maids turned to look at me, their eyes filled with curiosity and something darker: judgment.“Well, look who decided to grace us with her presence,” Clara sneered, stepping forward with her arms crossed. “Have a good night, Marcy? Or should I say, the Alpha’s little plaything?”The words stung, sharper than I expected, but I squared my shoulders, refusing to let her see my pain. “I don’t have time for your petty insults, Clara,” I said evenly, moving past her toward the sink.“Oh, but we have time,” another maid piped up, her voice dripping with mockery. “You know, Marcy, some of us actually work for our place here. We don’t just... lie down for it.”A r

The air was cold as we slipped through the outskirts of the pack house, avoiding the main paths where guards patrolled. Martha led the way, moving with purpose, her eyes scanning the shadows as if expecting trouble.“Where exactly are we going?” I whispered.She motioned toward a small, dimly lit clearing ahead. “There. I overheard some of the warriors talking about a meeting spot.”As we got closer, voices became audible. Low murmurs, urgent and intense. I crouched behind a thick tree, Martha beside me, as we peered through the foliage.A group of men and women stood in a loose circle, their faces shadowed by the flickering torchlight. I didn’t recognize most of them, but their body language was tense—this wasn’t a casual conversation.A tall man stepped forward, his voice carrying through the still night. “We cannot afford to wait any longer. The pack is divided, and those in power are weak.”Murmurs of agreement rippled through the crowd.“Our enemies grow stronger every day,” the