Semua Bab Fighting For The Alpha's Mark: Bab 101 - Bab 110

XavierThe silence in the car didn’t feel peaceful. It felt like a verdict.“Thank you,” Savannah said quietly. Her voice barely cut through the engine’s hum.I glanced at her. A shadow crossed her face from whatever she was thinking.She kept folding her hands, unfolding them. As if trying to keep herself from saying more or from shaking.“You don’t have to push me away like it’ll fix everything.”She didn’t respond. Her eyes locked on the road ahead, dull and strained. She pressed her fingers to the bridge of her nose, closed her eyes like she was bracing for impact.“I’m not trying to fix anything,” she muttered. “I’m trying not to make it worse.”“Then fight for the one good thing we have,” I said, sharper than I meant. “Not the ‘what ifs.’”That made her look at me. Slowly. Like the words hurt more than she expected.“This... whatever this is,” she said, motioning between us, “it’s a slow collapse. I can’t afford another fallout. Not with the boys. Not with my father still depend

SavannahLater that evening, Eve, the boys, and I headed downstairs to the indoor pool. The air beneath the glass dome was warm and humid. The boys, who swam like little fish, didn’t need floaties. They splashed around at opposite ends of the shimmering blue water while Eve and I sat on the submerged steps.“Mom, watch me dive!” Jermaine called.I smiled. “I’m watching, sweetie.”He tried a wild flip, and landed in the water with a giant splash. Eve and I exchanged a look and laughed quietly.“Such a warrior,” she whispered.“I know.”Just having her beside me again sipping lemonade with that familiar calm —people helped me relax for the first time in days. Things were finally looking up. At least we were allowed out of our rooms. If Eve had been locked inside any longer, she would’ve gone stir-crazy.“So,” I said, squinting toward her through the late-afternoon sun shining through the dome, “what really happened during that little ‘escape’ of yours? You haven’t told me anything.”She

"The council is now in session," the High Arbiter said, striking a wooden gavel. The sound echoed through me.Gregory had been brought in earlier. The moment my eyes landed on him, it felt like someone had poured a bucket of ants on me. I wondered why I itched so much at the mere sight of him. Maybe it was because every time I looked at him, I saw the ashes of the life he nearly burned to the ground.He looked malnourished, dressed in prison clothes, with dark circles under his eyes. I felt a small wave of satisfaction. At least he'd been stripped of his rights. He deserved everything coming to him. I wished the court would wrap things up. There was more than enough evidence to prove he was a monster.My heart raced, partly from the intensity of the session. Mostly, though, Gregory looked completely unremorseful, like he had an undiagnosed mental disorder.I kept my head down. Even though my scarf hid most of my face, I kept waiting for someone to whisper: ‘That’s not Sasha.’"We are

XavierThe world narrowed to the space between me and Savannah. Her words and the weight of “pregnant” hung in the air, sucking all the oxygen out of the room. My mind, which had been a storm of anger just moments before, went completely blank.She was pregnant.It kept echoing in my head. The trial, Gregory, the entire mess—it all fizzled away, replaced by this enormous confession. I stared down at her, at the tear tracks on her cheeks, and the tremor in her lips. When the word came out of my mouth, it was a rough crack. It was all I could manage."A few days ago," she whispered, unable to meet my eyes. "I wasn’t sure. I thought it was just the stress, but I took a test that confirmed it."I nodded.A child. Another child, in the midst of all this chaos and deception. My emotions were tangled and complex. It wasn’t that I minded having a child with my soulmate—at least this time, I could be physically present. Unlike with Jermaine and Jesse, who had missed their first five years. But

Savannah“Hell no,” I snapped.Eve’s mouth dropped open, aghast at my firm refusal to her request, like the thought of me not moving in with Xavier was some unfunny prank I was trying to pull before dinner.I turned away from her. The boys were outside with my dad, probably ruining their clothes in the backyard again, and Eve had cornered me and thought I was being “unreasonable.”“I’m serious,” I said. “And I’m not moving in with him.”Eve crossed her arms, shifted her weight to one hip like she was getting comfortable for a long fight.“Savannah, you’re pregnant with his pup. You already have two boys with him. You're his mate. What exactly are you waiting for, divine confirmation?”I rolled my eyes and looked past her, pretending to study the wall. “We don’t have to live together for all of that to be true.”“Are you hearing yourself?” she scoffed. “You sound like a side chick trying to rationalize scraps. This is not about pride or timing or your moral compass. It’s your home, Sav