Lahat ng Kabanata ng MARKED BY MOONLIGHT : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

~ TESS ~ Killan doesn’t speak right away. He just stays close to me, his forehead resting lightly against mine, both of us breathing hard. The air is thick with the scent of us, our sweat and sex, but I don’t really care. I just allow myself to cry. Killan eases out of me, careful and slow, then helps me sit up and gently adjusts my clothes, his touch reverent. There’s no judgment in his eyes, only worry. “I’m not upset,” he finally says, voice rough. “I was just surprised. But not in a bad way. If that’s what fate wants, then we’ll deal with it—together.” I nod, but something cracks inside me anyway. My wolf whines in the back of my mind, begging for attention, trying to ground me, but all I feel is the spiral—panic and doubt, creeping in like vines around my chest. What if I’m not strong enough for this? What

~ KILLAN ~ "Going right for the throat, are we?" Cain asks, his voice low and dangerous. His eyes, a shade of blue so dark they look black, begin to glow faintly. "I left my pack because I had to." "How so?" I ask, keeping my tone even. Cain sighs, tension rolling off him in waves. "My mate activated our dream pairing." That throws me. Leaving his pack after that doesn’t make sense. “That doesn’t add up,” I say finally. “Why didn’t you wait for her?” “I did,” Cain replies with another sigh. “But for some reason, she never came. My wolf and I waited for as long as we could. Eventually, we decided we couldn’t stay still anymore. I left to find her.” “She’s here?” He shrugs, noncommittal, and I growl softly. “It’s either she’s here or she’s not.” “I don’t know where she is.” “Then why are you here?” I ask, pressing. "I need to

~ KILLAN ~ I originally planned to keep Tess out of sight from the others. She’d hate the idea of shifting in front of anyone else, and the thought alone makes my chest tighten for her. “What if we’re too far away?” I ask, my voice low. Ronan leans back in his chair, cool and confident. “I made sure to lock onto her scent. I’ll find her. When she’s ready, just howl. I’ll make sure it’s quick.” Just howl? Despite the worry knotted in my gut, I huff a dry laugh. “Yeah. I can do that.” Ronan’s phone buzzes. He checks the screen. “Figured you could.” “Any news?” I ask. Cain was supposed to check in. He and the others are keeping the rogue contained. Their orders are clear—deliver him to the hunt thirty minutes before it starts. Ronan places the phone on the counter. “Some. But first, I need a favor.” The shift in his tone

~ TESS ~ “I wouldn’t give him any cash,” I began to explain, deciding not to play things cool. Lyra had been around Garrett through the years. She knew the score. “He tried to throw a huff, but Killan stepped in, telling him he could stay until a Realtor took a look at the place. Maybe I would have let that slide, but I’ve honestly had enough. I told him to leave before I called the police.” “You know it’s not your fault, right?” Resting a hand on my leg, Lyra continued quietly, "He’s been doing this to herself for years. No one can help her but herself.” “I know.” I rested my fingers over Lyra’s and squeezed them. “I’m glad you’re here. I’ve missed having you around.” “I've missed you too.” “So are we watching a movie or what?” I said, rising from the couch. “I’m not sure what kind of liquor Killan has, but we can raid the cabinets if yo

~ KILLAN ~ I wait until I hear the fridge door open before dragging myself to the bathroom. Just my luck. The one night I have time to be with my mate, I’m too shitkicked to act on it. I peel off my pants and step into the shower without waiting for the water to warm. The cold stings, but it’s exactly what I need against my bruised skin. Running a hand over my side, I feel where one of my ribs was cracked. Still tender. But healing. I arch my back and let the water pour over my head as it slowly warms. It feels good to rinse the sweat and blood off. I don’t bother with shampoo, just scrub at my scalp with my fingers, trying to ignore the pain. I focus instead on the thought of my bed. Once I finish the steaks, I plan to curl around Tess and sleep for hours. The shower door opens, and Tess steps inside, completely bare. My breath catches. I’m not sure what she’s doing, and a wave of guilt hits me—I might not be able to give