บททั้งหมดของ Fighting For The Alpha's Mark: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Xavier I focused on Sasha as if trying to unravel every secret she held. There was something about her eyes. She looked at me softly yet guardedly, making me see her in a different light. Perhaps it was the memory loss or the presence of the bond I hadn’t felt in years, not since the hotel incident.The connection was a magnetic pull; it pulsed with energy and life, drawing me in. It was unbelievable how the bond transformed everything, how it made her the center of my world. Also ironic, considering we were on the verge of divorce.Watching her play in the pool with Adelaide made my breathing quicken. When our eyes met, I caught the desire in her gaze—a desire that matched the exact weight of what I felt.Back inside, she was helping Adelaide with a glass of juice when I stood behind her in the kitchen. I could tell by the slight tenseness in her body when my hand rested on her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin.“What are you doing?” she whispered softly. “Adelaide or anyone co

SavannahXavier had informed me earlier in the day that I should expect visitors from my “friends.”The thoughts hammered against my skull. Sasha's inner circle—the people who knew her better than anyone—were coming to pay a visit. According to the doctor, I needed to connect with as many people as possible to "jog" my memory.A sharp wave of nervous energy hit me. I knew they would see through me. My pretense would be paper-thin.Thank goodness for the amnesia, I chuckled. It was the perfect disguise. But even with memory loss as a shield, I knew I was walking a tightrope. One wrong word, and they would know. They would see the stranger in Sasha’s skin. They would see the imposter.Liar. Fraud. Thief.My subconscious kept screaming in my head. I shook it off as I picked up one of Sasha’s gem-encrusted crowns.My gaze hardened as I stared at myself in the mirror. I was doing this for Jermaine—for my son’s survival. All I had to do was play it cool, act confused and disoriented, rehear

I stood in the middle of the kitchen, ready to tackle breakfast, determined to cook something hearty since I loved to cook. Grabbing a pot, I set water to boil and made porridge with rice, vegetables, and slow-cooked chicken broth. The inviting smell of the broth filled the kitchen. I roasted slices of plantains in the oven and whipped up a quick tomato and herb sauce to drizzle over them. When everything was ready, I rushed upstairs to freshen up. When I returned, Xavier and Adelaide were already at the table. They dug in immediately. Adelaide's eyes widened. "Mommy, this is so good! Did you make all this by yourself?" I laughed and nodded. "Who else would?" Her enthusiasm made me laugh. Even Xavier was eating with gusto, his eyes filled with tenderness as he looked up at me. "You've outdone yourself, darling," he said softly, and I shrugged, trying to play it cool. He kept looking at me, making my heart pound. Something in his gaze made me feel seen in a way I wasn't used to. I to

Xavier The community center was filled with Alphas from different packs leaning toward one another, speaking in quiet voices. Their conversations overlapped, some discussing current affairs, others catching up or exchanging reports. We were all seated around a large oak table, scattered with maps and glasses of spiced wine.I sat quietly, tapping the armrest of my chair with my ball pen. The upcoming regional coronation sat heavy in my mind. Two months. That was the timeline, assuming Sasha’s memory returned and things fell into place.The others kept glancing toward me. Not all the time, but enough for me to notice. Some looked for a reaction. Some waited for approval. Others just needed to feel my presence. Being the revered one came with both weight and watchfulness. It gave me a voice, but it also made silence feel louder.Then, the doors opened.Henry walked in. Sasha’s grandfather.My jaw tightened before I could stop it. He always found something. Always. It did not matter ho

Savannah Sasha's mother's eyes, the same shade of grey as mine, moved slowly from my feet to my face. She sat down beside me without saying anything at first. Her hands folded in her lap, then she reached out and placed one over mine. Her voice came out in a whisper, soft and low.“Oh, my darling Sasha.”She held my hand and rubbed it gently like she was trying to soothe me or reassure herself that I was real.“How are you feeling today, my love? Any better?”I gave her a small smile, not out of comfort but to play the part. I tried to show a little confusion in my expression, like someone who could not fully remember their own story. I hoped it was believable.“A little,” I said, choosing my words carefully. “Still... Everything feels fuzzy. Like a dream I can’t quite grasp.”She nodded slowly and pulled her chair closer to the bed. She leaned forward again, reaching for my hand once more.“Have you had any dreams? Anything at all that feels familiar? Even a flash of a memory, perha