Semua Bab Fighting For The Alpha's Mark: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Sasha“Leave. I can bathe myself,” I snapped at the nurse. She stood in the bathroom doorway, a fresh towel folded over her arm.I did not care about her intentions. I was tired of being treated like an invalid. I gripped the plastic shower curtain and yanked it back, the rings screeching on the metal rod. My muscles strained as I reached for the shampoo bottle on a high shelf.“I said, leave,” I repeated. “Get the fuck out.”“But ma’am, I’m just doing my job.”“And you’re about to lose that job if you don’t get out of my presence,” my voice rang out. She sucked in her cheeks, her lips a thin line. I could almost hear the scornful thoughts in her mind, even though her face remained a professional mask.Spoiled brat. Cheating wife. Now she’s paying for it.Everyone treated me like a fool. As if I didn’t understand my own situation, as if I couldn’t feel the dread that coiled in my stomach every morning.One moment, a wave of grief would threaten to pull me under; the next, a hot rage w

SavannahThe air in the room grew cold. It was a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature. It radiated from the man standing before me. From Xavier.Heat flooded my cheeks. A tingling sensation spread across my face. I couldn’t bear to look at him. Shame, a heavy, suffocating blanket, enveloped me. I wanted to disappear, to become invisible, to sink through the floorboards.His eyes remained fixed on me. The corners of those dark eyes tightened. His face hardened. He didn’t speak. Neither did I. I kept my gaze on the polished wood grain of the floor.Fear gripped me. As much as he was my fated mate, as much as some deep, instinctive part of me believed he wouldn’t kill me, a new terror bloomed. It was the fear of his rejection. Of him severing the bond that pulsed and throbbed through my veins. Because beyond the lies, beyond the confusion and the deception, there was what we shared. It wasn’t just two months of pretense. It was love. It was hunger. It was a wild, desperate n

Xavier Watching Savannah made my throat tighten. One moment, I wanted to break her for the deception and punish her for making a fool of me. The next, I was lost in a confusion that left me directionless. Nothing would ever be the same. The present and the future felt like sand slipping through my fingers. Sasha, though confined to a wheelchair, was brutal. She would crush Savannah without hesitation. And Savannah, for the most part, seemed harmless. She used her identical face and a wall of silence as her weapons, but she lacked the hard, cruel core that Sasha possessed. Savannah stared at me, then looked away, only to glance back again. She bit her lower lip, trying to hide her nerves. That simple movement sent a raw need surging through me—a desire to close the distance between us, to pull her into my arms and kiss her until this pulsing, maddening want subsided. Maybe just one more time. A dark thought stirred in my mind. One more time to feel the burn of the bond, and then I

Savannah“That’s unfair,” I trembled, my voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t care about me. You don’t even care to know me. You’ve already picked a side.”I blinked rapidly, fighting the moisture that stung my eyes.Why did I even need his validation? I shouldn’t take his rejection personally. I didn’t belong to them.“Don’t make this more difficult than it is,” he grumbled, avoiding my gaze and choosing instead to inspect a nonexistent piece of lint on his shirt.“Return to where you came from. Rewind these last few months like they never happened. I’ll give you money. I’ll take care of you and your children. What more could you possibly want?”I kept my tone light, a flimsy shield against his dismissal. “It’s fine,” I said, turning away. “You can bury this reality by sending me away. You can suppress what you’re supposed to feel. But you’re not the only one affected here. Your reputation should be the last thing on your mind right now.”I looked back at him then, my gaze direct

Savannah I stayed numb after the test. My body moved through each day, but I wasn’t in it.Sometimes, I’d catch my hand resting on my stomach. A reflex, nothing intentional. I’d yank it away as soon as I noticed. I wasn’t ready to acknowledge it, not even in private.But that didn’t stop the thought from returning.How long could I keep pretending this wasn’t real? How long before it slipped out in some look, or breath, or silence I couldn’t explain?I didn’t feel pregnant. I didn’t feel much at all. Some nights I lay flat, waiting for sleep, but it didn’t come. The next day I’d drag myself into smiles for the boys, laugh at their jokes, nod at their stories, act like my chest wasn’t getting tighter with every passing hour.I hadn’t planned for this. I wasn’t equipped for it either.And this wasn’t about two boys anymore. There was another child now. One I hadn’t spoken of. One I wasn’t sure I could speak of.It might even be twins again. The thought turned my stomach.The safe house