Lahat ng Kabanata ng Fighting For The Alpha's Mark: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Savannah I sat on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, hunched over, and bouncing my leg restlessly. A bead of sweat slid down my spine, causing my grey turtleneck to cling to my skin. I kept glancing at the ticking clock. Xavier should be gone by now. I needed him out the door so I could slip to the hospital. I heard Adelaide's high-pitched excitement and Xavier's replies from her room as she listed everything she wanted for her birthday. The moment I sensed he was coming back, I yanked the blanket over myself and shut my eyes. He came in anyway, kissed my forehead, then walked out.His cologne lingered even after the door clicked shut. I stayed in that position until I heard his engine roar to life and the car roll down the driveway. My limbs finally relaxed beneath the blanket.Then I got up, grabbed my bag from the console table, threw on a coat, and headed out. I avoided the front hallway, slipping through the side door like a thief.This visit wasn’t something I could afford

Ethan I groaned as I rolled to my side. The sunlight caught through the blinds like it had a personal vendetta. My mouth was dry. My head was pounding so hard it felt like someone had parked a troll truck on my skull and was revving the engine. The hotel room smelled like whiskey. My jacket was half on, half off, and my shirt was turned inside out. I sat up and instantly wished I hadn't.“Shit,” I said under my breath. My stomach churned, and I was so pissed off I drank to the extent of having a hangover. The pieces of last night returned in jagged flashes. Gregory had invited me to drink at the bar. We drank some kind of dark liquor that tasted like burnt caramel. Gregory had called it “clean fire.” I dragged myself to the edge of the bed. My vision swam, but I managed to stumble to the bathroom and turn the faucet on. I let the cold water run before cupping it into my hands and splashing my face repeatedly. Then I leaned over the sink, gripping both sides like I was holding on

Savannah Fear clouded my thoughts while I pretended to be bold. I didn’t make it far before Ethan's voice came again.“Do you even like yourself?”My fingers clenched around the blanket pressed to my chest.“You should accept help before it’s too late,” he added.“I would never—” I started, but my voice caught, and then the words slipped out before I could stop them. “Even if I needed help, I wouldn’t take it from you.”Ethan burst into a loud laughter that echoed through the corridor. Shit.Why was I so dumb to admit that I wasn't Sasha?He clapped, then pointed at me like he’d just won a damn lottery.“I knew it,” he said, grinning like a fool. “I knew it was you. Savannah. I freaking knew it.”My breath hitched. I stepped forward, refusing to let him rattle me. “You know what's funny, I would go to Gregory for help before I ever came to you.”His smile faltered and he kept his steely gaze on me. “Surely you don’t mean that.”“I do.”I didn’t care how harsh I sounded, Ethan stan

Savannah I stood by the narrow hallway, out of sight, pressing myself against the wall as I listened to Xavier. He was outside with Gregory, and though the night air muffled some of their words, I caught enough to feel my stomach churn. “…monitor her closely… her messages… her calls…” Gregory was saying. I clenched my jaw. So that was his plan now? To play savior while secretly trying to dig through my life? His voice made my skin crawl. He thought he could trap me and back me into a corner. But he didn’t know who I was. He thought he could be the villain in my story. How fucking cute. I could only hope my father had found a way to talk to my mother. That something had started to shift, and that this entire web of secrets was finally starting to unravel on the other end. The sooner the truth came out, the sooner I could flip the script on Gregory. Let’s see how smug he’d be then, when Xavier starts asking why he never told him any of this after finding out I wasn’t the

Savannah I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, gently massaging the shampoo into my scalp. The steam had fogged up the corners of the mirror, blurring the reflection of my tired face.I’d slept for hours, longer than I intended. After all the crying from yesterday, my body must have shut down out of sheer exhaustion. The nap had helped, but it didn’t erase the ache in my chest, and at least my limbs felt a little lighter, my breath less jagged.The house was unusually quiet. Xavier wasn't home. Adelaide wasn't skipping through the rooms, talking a mile a minute. A blessing in disguise, I needed.I rinsed my hair under the stream, letting the water pour down the back of my neck. When I stepped out and wrapped a towel around myself, I heard a soft knock on the door. It was one of the younger maids, Mariella, the one with always-twitching fingers and eyes that never stopped scanning. She offered to help me dry and style my hair. I agreed.After all, this was the perfect opportunity.