บททั้งหมดของ Fighting For The Alpha's Mark: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Savannah Jace's panicked shout broke through the quiet afternoon, slicing through the stillness like a knife. My heart immediately dropped as I heard it, and without hesitation, I dropped the laundry basket I had been holding and rushed toward the source of the sound.When I reached the backyard, I saw him sprawled on the ground. His knee was scraped and bleeding, the sight of it making my stomach twist with worry."Jace!" I exclaimed, rushing to his side. "What did I tell you about climbing trees?"His lips quivered as he looked up at me, but despite the tears in his eyes, he managed to pout in that stubborn way only a child could. "I thought I was strong enough, Mommy."I sighed, trying not to show how worried I was. "Strength isn't just about climbing trees or doing reckless things. It's about listening and being careful."I scooped him up in my arms, feeling the warmth of his small body against mine as I carried him inside. The weight of his childish pride, mixed with the pain o

Savannah After that close call, I longed and prayed for peace. But it seemed that prayer went straight into the void.Xavier found me in the kitchen. I had been slicing vegetables, trying to focus on the rhythm of the knife. He came up behind me without a sound and wrapped his arms around my waist. His chin brushed my shoulder, and he held me close."You don’t know how it gladdens my heart to see you doing normal stuff," he said warmly. He kissed my cheek, and my stomach twisted with a strange flutter.I smiled without thinking, already missing his touch when he pulled away. I turned my head, just enough to see him rinsing a green apple at the sink.He bit into the apple and then said, “Gregory wants to join us for lunch. Do you mind?”My knife froze in mid-air.Not Gregory. My first instinct was to say no. I didn’t want that liar near me. He made my skin crawl.But instead, I heard myself say, “That’s fine. I’ll make something nice.”Xavier smiled. “All right then. See you at lunch

Savannah To avoid drawing any attention to myself, I decided to blend in. That meant going along with the women’s ritual and pretending I belonged.I stood in front of Sasha’s wardrobe, and my eyes moved from one outfit to the next. Everything inside was detailed and matched from top to bottom. Not a single item looked cheap or plain. Every piece was made to impress, designed with the kind of care that only wealth and status could provide.I couldn't even hide my jealousy at this point.After some thought, I picked out a short golden dress. I let my hair fall naturally in loose waves over my shoulder, not bothering to tie it back. The mirror in front of me caught my reflection, and I paused. Something about how the dress fit and caught the light sparked a bold idea.I didn’t even understand why I felt the urge to tease Xavier, but I did. It wasn’t just a playful thought. I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to want me. He was my soul mate, after all, and something inside me couldn’t

Savannah I couldn’t breathe.Not from fear or nerves.But from the way Xavier was looking at me, like I was something sacred. Like every breath I took was a prayer he was desperate to answer.His fingers slid beneath the hem of my blouse. “You sure?”I nodded, but he didn’t move. His eyes locked with mine, waiting, like he needed to hear it.“Yes,” I whispered. “I want this. I want you.”He smiled and leaned in, brushing his lips along my cheek before speaking against my jaw. “You’re going to be the best thing I’ve ever touched.”And somehow, I believed him.He undressed me like I was something delicate—like lace that might tear under the wrong grip. My skin prickled under his touch, nerves lit with a kind of fire I didn’t know could feel this… holy. His mouth followed every inch he exposed, kissing along my shoulder, the valley between my breasts, my ribs. He knelt between my thighs like I was a goddess he worshipped.My body jerked with a sudden strangeness. A pleasure so intense

Savannah The rain tapped lightly against the mansion's glass windows. The sound should have felt calming, but it only made the storm inside me louder. My head was a mess, thoughts piling over one another until I couldn’t even tell what I was feeling anymore.I stared ahead, unfocused, trying to make sense of the image that kept flashing through my mind. Xavier’s tattoo. The one on his back. I’d seen it earlier, and something about it had hooked itself deep into me, refusing to let go. It reminded me too much of something I never wanted to remember. The tattoo on the stranger’s back — the man who had taken everything from me that night.I swallowed hard and squeezed my eyes shut. Maybe it wasn’t the same. Maybe it only looked familiar because my memory was fractured. I hadn’t been in any state to remember the details. That night, everything had been blurry. Faces, voices, everything smeared together like wet paint. I couldn’t describe the tattoo, not really. But the shape of it — some