All Chapters of Fighting For The Alpha's Mark: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Savannah My hands cradled my head. Thoughts came in waves, crashing and overlapping, refusing to give me a moment of peace. Telling Xavier the truth felt like standing on a cliff’s edge. I was uncertain if I’d fall or fly.In my head, I kept replaying different versions of his reaction.Would he be moved when I drop to my knees and weep profusely? Would I confess everything, even the parts I barely understood?I hadn’t lied at first, not directly. I hadn’t even wanted to be here. I told him I wasn’t Sasha. He looked at me like I was crazy, and that worked.But I had still lied, whether by staying or by pretending. I let him believe I’d lost my memory.What if banishment wasn’t the worst of it? What if he saw my deception as unforgivable? What if he demanded my execution?The thought made me shiver. Yet beneath it, a flicker of hope tightened within.Xavier was Jermaine and Jace’s father.And my life was fucked up. I hadn’t asked for this mess. I was drugged, waking up in a life I

SavannahMy chest rose and fell like I was counting time with each breath. Beside me, Xavier slept soundly. One arm hung over his eyes, the other lay across his chest. His body looked carved from stone, still and heavy like nothing could move him.He wasn’t waking up anytime soon.I shifted upright, careful not to shake the mattress. My skin still tingled where his teeth had marked me. Right there, just below my collarbone.He marked me.And I asked him to.I pressed my palm against the spot. It felt so alive. This was supposed to be the greatest moment in a wolf’s life. But instead of peace, I felt cornered. Like I’d just locked myself inside something I didn’t fully understand.His scent had already started to change. It clung to my skin. We were fused now. Bonded. I could feel him in my blood.If I walked into a room, no one would smell me alone anymore. They’d smell us—together. Every wolf, every elder, every enemy. I wasn’t just Savannah now. I was marked.I chewed my bottom lip.

XavierMy estate was quiet above ground but underground was where the real work happened. The strategy room, they called it. Walls lined with old maps, seals, and shelves stuffed with decades of records.I stared at the centerpiece. Every folder, chart, and seal on this table could decide my future or ruin it.In less than two weeks, I would be crowned Regional Alpha.And the vultures were circling.Our world ran on a hierarchy as old as the bloodlines that shaped it. Continental Alphas sat at the top. Then came National Alphas, controlling wide territories across borders. Regional Alphas like the one I was becoming handled the chaos within specific districts, answering to the nationals and leading the provincials, who in turn governed tribe-level packs.To rise this high before the age of thirty was unheard of and unforgivable to some, especially to men like Alpha Henry.My wife’s grandfather had always made his opinion clear. He claimed that without his influence, I would still be f

Savannah Jermaine had just finished his cereal and was already halfway through his second cartoon on his iPad when I sat beside him, glancing at the TV screen, but it wasn’t the colors or the silly talking animals that held my attention. It was Xavier’s face.He filled the TV screen during a breaking news segment, standing at a podium, all perfectly composed. They were analyzing his journey, how he climbed so fast from provincial to regional Alpha, breaking records, shocking older Alphas, and threatening the balance of tradition. I smiled, not because of the praise, but because I knew that man. Not the one they showed, but the one who slept beside me, who carried me to bed when I was too tired to walk, who kissed the top of my head, who made love to me, whose mark I was carrying.Too bad he didn’t know who I really was.I pulled my blanket tighter. The lies were mounting. At some point, everything I’d built would collapse. I didn’t know when or how, but I felt it breathing down my n

Savannah My heart lurched, caught between joy and dread when the doctor said a donor had been found.But they needed 80% of the cost paid before the transplant could even be scheduled. I had replied to that like I had it under control as if I wasn’t dying inside.Thankfully, Xavier had to leave early. Adelaide had already gone to school, the staff was busy, and I’d begun rummaging for things I could sell off, things that wouldn’t be noticeable if they were missing.Every drawer I opened felt like a betrayal, but I had no choice.I slipped into Sasha’s room. My phone buzzed when Eve appeared on FaceTime. I tilted the camera toward the drawer. Jewelry cases lined the trays like a display in a high-end store: necklaces, rings, bangles—all expensive, probably insured, and traceable.“No, darling, you don’t want to sell that. They could track us down.”“But I’m only picking the smallest ones. They don’t look so expensive.”Eve rolled her eyes. “You realize some of them come with serial n