All Chapters of MARKED BY THE ALPHA'S VOW: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

SARA POINT OF VIEW I gripped the armrests of my wheelchair until my knuckles turned white as Mother slammed our quarters door. The walls shook, and I watched a small vase topple and shatter. The sound matched perfectly with how I felt inside, something precious and carefully crafted, now broken beyond repair."How dare he?" Mother seethed, pacing before me like the predator she was. "After seven years of absence, that mongrel returns and ruins everything!"My body tensed with barely controlled rage as I sat by the window. Outside, the clearing had emptied, pack members returning to their homes, no doubt whispering about tonight's events. The execution platform stood abandoned in the moonlight, the platform that should have ended Lexa's miserable existence once and for all."Mother, calm down," I cautioned, though my own voice trembled with fury. "The walls have ears."She spun toward me, eyes wild and dangerous. "Calm? You expect me to be calm? We were moments away from eliminating h

CHAPTER FOURTEENLEXA POINT OF VIEW I walked beside Cross through the main pack house, my heart beating fast in my chest. Pack members stopped to stare as we passed, their eyes wide with shock. Just yesterday they'd gathered to watch me die. Now I walked freely among them, protected by the Alpha's firstborn son."Hold your head high," Cross said quietly. "Show no fear."I straightened my back, lifting my chin. The clothes Cross had given me fit better today, a dark blue shirt and black pants that someone had adjusted overnight. Gone was the white death dress, gone was the prison dirt. I looked like someone who belonged."They're waiting for us in the meeting hall," Cross said. "My father, the pack elders, your father... and Damian with Linda."My stomach twisted at the thought of facing them all. "What exactly will happen?""Justice," Cross replied, his golden-red eyes gleaming. "The first step toward it, at least."We reached the large wooden doors of the meeting hall. Two guards st

CHAPTER SIXTEENDIAMIAN POINT OF VIEW I slammed the door of our private quarters so hard that the windows shook. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. The burn in my chest felt like I'd swallowed fire. How dare they? How dare he?"That man is not your father," Mother said, pacing the room like a trapped animal. Her face was red, her breathing fast. "No real father would humiliate his son this way. In front of the elders!"I kicked a chair, sending it crashing into the wall. The wood cracked, one leg breaking off. It didn't help. Nothing would help this feeling inside me."My wife," I said through gritted teeth. "He took my wife.""She was never worthy of you," Mother spat. "A nothing girl, a placeholder until Sara recovered. But the insult, the shame of it! To dissolve your marriage like it was nothing!"I grabbed a glass from the table and threw it against the wall. It exploded into shiny pieces. The sound matched how I felt inside, shattered, broken, sharp edges everywhere."And now he'l

SARA POINT OF VIEW I threw the vase across the room, enjoying the crash as it shattered against the wall. Tiny pieces of blue glass scattered across the floor, glinting in the late afternoon sunlight."They're getting married tomorrow!" I screamed, my voice raw with fury. "Tomorrow! She'll be the princess! The Luna! My position! Mine!"Mother paced the room, her face tight with anger. "I know, Sara. I heard the news too.""How could this happen?" I grabbed another small ornament from the table and smashed it to the ground. The destruction felt good, something physical to match the storm inside me. "Just yesterday she was nothing. Less than nothing! About to die for what she did to me!""What she didn't do to you," Mother corrected under her breath. "Don't start," I warned her. "Not now."Mother rubbed her forehead like she had a headache. "We need to think, not break things. Breaking things solves nothing."I wanted to break more than things. I wanted to break Lexa's neck. Cross's s

CHAPTER TWENTYMorning light filled my room as I sat before the mirror, barely recognizing the woman looking back at me. My hair had been washed and styled, falling in soft waves down my back. My skin glowed from the scented oils the pack women had rubbed into it. The wedding dress lay on the bed behind me, waiting.In just a few hours, I would marry Cross. I would become Luna.A knock on the door broke my thoughts."Come in," I called, expecting one of the women helping me prepare.The door opened slowly. My heart stopped when I saw who stood there.Father.He hovered in the doorway, uncertain, his eyes taking in my appearance. "Lexa," he said softly. "You look beautiful."I turned back to the mirror, unwilling to let him see how his presence affected me. "What are you doing here?""I wanted to see you. Before the ceremony." He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. "To talk.""We have nothing to talk about," I said, picking up a hairbrush just to have something to do wi