บททั้งหมดของ Fighting For The Alpha's Mark: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Savannah My heart hammered against my ribs as Beatrice’s eyes shifted between me and Gregory. The tension in the air was thick, choking, like something acidic had just spilled all over the room and neither of us knew how to clean it up.Gregory stepped away from me, fixing the hem of his shirt. “It’s not what it looks like,” he said smoothly. His voice sounded far too composed for someone who had just been caught red-handed. “She wanted to run away. I was trying to talk her out of it.”Beatrice crossed her arms. “Sasha? Is that true?”I said nothing.Gregory gave me a warning glance, the kind that tightened like a noose. That sick gleam in his eyes again, as if to say. You open your mouth, and we both go down.I hated him.“It was nothing,” I said, sounding low and dull. “He’s right. I… I overreacted. He was just trying to talk to me.”Beatrice’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure?”I nodded.Gregor

Richard I don’t know why I was fixing my hair like it made a damn difference. I stared at my reflection, ran my fingers through the strands, and adjusted the collar of my leather jacket for the tenth time. I even popped a mint into my mouth like I wasn’t about to be standing in front of the woman who destroyed me.I didn’t know if I wanted her to see me and feel something. Regret. Longing. Anything. Or if I just wanted to shove the truth in her face and finally get it over with.When I stepped outside, Eve was leaning against the hood of the van.“Well, well,” she teased, pushing off and giving me a slow once-over. “Who are you trying to seduce today, Mr sir? You look... dapper.”I snorted, locking the door behind me. “Let’s not get dramatic. I’m just trying not to look like I crawled out of twenty years of depression.”Eve laughed, but there was something soft in her eyes when she handed me the folded address. “Good luck. For w

Savannah “Mommy, hurry up. We’re waiting downstairs,” I heard Adelaide call out. I stood in the middle of the mess I had made. My breath came shallow. The room looked like it had been hit by a storm. Drawers yanked open, clothes scattered across the floor, shoes tossed aside. I was sweating, not from the heat, but from the frantic panic of still not finding the phone. “Coming,” I called back. I grabbed my clutch and left the room. My face refused to relax, so I didn’t bother trying. Thankfully, they didn’t ask questions during the drive. Adelaide was too busy chattering beside her father, and Xavier was focused on driving. That silence gave me room to think. We arrived at one of Xavier’s hotels, polished to perfection for tonight’s dinner. More nobles. More toasts. More fake laughter. I followed him inside, walking through doors and blinking under chandeliers. My body moved on cue. My mouth did what it was trained to do. But my mind stayed fixed on the burner. And my father.

Savannah Fear crawled up my chest like it wanted to rip through skin and bone. Goosebumps ran along my arms and back.Eve’s hand found mine the moment we saw my mother.“Breathe,” she whispered. “Whatever happens, stay calm.”But how?How could I stay calm when she was right there, standing at the front door with her arms folded, not a smile in sight, not a trace of welcome on her face? Her eyes were locked on me like a hawk watching a mouse. Her mouth twitched. There was no warmth. Just her icy presence.And that wasn’t even what terrified me most.It was the sound of tires crunching into gravel behind us. The click of a car door opening. Xavier stepped out of the car. He looked completely clueless.She was going to tell him. Right here. Right now.He smiled the moment he saw her. “Sophia,” he greeted, walking toward her. “You were missing in action last night. We had a swell time.”She chuckled. “I heard. I wasn’t feeling so well.”She turned her eyes to me. “But I thought I’d vis

Savannah “Dad?” I said, my voice cracking.He turned. His face lit up, and without a word, I ran into his arms.“Grandpa!” the boys shouted behind me, and they followed.The hug we shared wasn’t clean or graceful. It was full of exhaustion and held-together strength, the kind that breaks when held too long. When we finally pulled apart, I turned and noticed the silence behind me.My mother stood a few feet away, her arms crossed.My father looked at her.She looked back.They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to.Something deep passed between them, something old and unfinished. Not love. Not yet hate. Just... something.And for a second, I wondered if this was how Xavier and I would end. Soulmates broken by life’s sharp turns.“They’ll be safe here,” my mother said to me. “As for you, you have to go back. I don’t want Xavier suspecting anything. The coronation is coming. One more scandal will ruin everything.”I nodded. What choice did I have?After saying goodbye to the boys, I fed the