Semua Bab Fighting For The Alpha's Mark: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Xavier The driveway at the guesthouse looked like a showroom. SUVs, sports cars, and high-end luxurious cars lined up one after the other. Valets rushed from car to car, opening doors like their lives depended on it. This wasn't just a gathering. It was a display of power, wealth, and dominance. Every Alpha wanted to remind the others of what they owned.I stood near the entrance of the guesthouse, offering nods and handshakes, all while trying not to look as exhausted as I felt. Wine flowed like rivers. The live band played on. My estate bustled like a palace on a feast day. I moved from one group to the other, smiling, acknowledging their compliments, pretending not to hear the subtle jabs tucked into their greetings.A few of them had heard rumors that Sasha was recovering from memory loss. I'd told them she was under strict monitoring and couldn't entertain guests. That was the official line.But the truth was I wanted her by my side. This was our moment. But she wasn’t ready,

Xavier I flinched the moment Sasha said those words. The sound of her sobs rattled me. Guilt rooted me in place.I didn’t even know she was there. If I had, I’d have shut my mouth. I wasn’t trying to hurt her. I was only venting and panicking. But now the tears ran down her face and pulled everything down with them.“Sasha, honey, I didn’t… I wasn’t trying to upset you… it’s just—”God, I sounded ridiculous. Everything I said came out twisted. Nothing was landing right. My throat locked. I could see the pain in her eyes. I reached toward her but pulled back when she tensed. She wouldn’t even look at me.“You made me feel disgusting,” she cried. “Like I’m trash. Like I’m some easy girl who’d just spread her legs for anybody. I would never do the things you think I did.”Her words cracked straight through me.I took a breath. A long one. Praying someone, somewhere, would lend me strength. She was already fragile.I knelt beside the bed and lowered myself to her level. She refused to me

EveIt was a bright afternoon, and I’d gone shopping for groceries for the boys. I stepped out of the car, scanning my list as I headed into the supermarket. I was at the snack section, reaching for cookies, when a figure in a black hoodie darted around the corner of the next aisle, head down.My hand froze mid-air. The weird jolt in my chest wasn’t from the cookies.I tried to brush it off. Probably just another shopper. But when I reached for a cereal box, I caught another blur. Same hoodie. Still no cart.A cold grip wrapped around my spine.Savannah had told me things about Gregory. Horrible things. And now I couldn’t help but wonder—was he watching me?Please no. Because if they were watching me, they were watching the boys too.I sped up, dumped my bags into the trunk, slammed it shut, and got in. My eyes jumped to the rearview mirror.A black sedan pulled out behind me.I changed lanes.So did it.My chest squeezed. I hit call on Noah’s name as it flashed on my screen.“Hey, ba

Savannah The moment the screen lit up, I snatched my phone off the charger, thumb flying to dial Eve. She picked up after two rings."Thank God," I whispered. "What happened? Adelaide told me Jermaine fainted. How is he? Where is he?""He's fine now," she said calmly. Too calmly. "We're at the hospital.""And?""They checked him. Said it was just stress on his heart. You know how the condition is.""Did you call me?"She paused. "I didn't want you panicking. There's already enough going on. He's stable now. They said we'll need to admit him to prep for surgery and observation since it's five days away."I let out a long breath. "Thank God. We've stretched it long enough."But then came a silence that didn’t feel normal. Not in my conversations with Eve. I waited. She didn’t fill it."Eve, are you okay?"I glanced toward the bedroom door. It was shut, but I didn't want to take chances."I'm fine," she replied."You don't sound fine. You sound off."She let out a soft laugh. "Here we g

SavannahI sat beside the dresser, blending my foundation in slow, rhythmic circles. The room smelled of rosewater and pressed powder, and while my hands worked automatically, my heart wasn’t in it. I didn’t want to go to this party. But I had to. It was political. Prestigious. Essential to Xavier’s rise as Regional Alpha.I had convinced myself that Ethan must be gone by now. One quick appearance—smile, shake a few hands, and disappear before my nerves turned me into a wreck. But even as I thought that, the familiar tightness in my chest crept in.Adelaide sat cross-legged on the bed, surrounded by bags and shoes scattered across the floor."Mommy, what about this one?" She held up a pink satin heel with a giant jeweled ball on the front.I gave her a look. "I’m going to a political function, not Barbie’s birthday."She scrunched her nose and grabbed another. "Okay, this one. But only if you carry the snake bag."She paired the nude sandals with the ridiculous bag and held it up, wai