Marked By Fate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

The teacher arrived shortly after, an older woman named Mrs. Rae who was known for being both fair and too tired to deal with teenage drama. She glanced around the room, took attendance without so much as commenting on Ava’s absence, and started her lecture on pack law with her usual dry tone.The class dragged on. I tried to focus, taking notes, underlining key phrases about blood oaths and rank ascension rights, but my mind kept drifting back to the hallway, to the feel of Ava’s shoulders under my palms, to the wide, stunned look in her eyes when I’d finally snapped.I hadn’t meant to pin her.I hadn’t even planned to say anything.It just… happened.And now she was gone.But it wasn’t just the memory of that moment tugging at my brain. Something felt wrong—off, like the silence around her absence wasn’t just awkward but calculated. Everyone noticed it. No one commented. It was like we were all waiting for the other shoe to drop.Still, the class went on. Pages turned. Pens scratche

Because that’s what I was here for. That was the price of breathing in a world that didn’t want me.Ava wasn’t done, of course.She stood in the doorway of her bedroom, holding out a small basket full of laundry.“You can do this next,” she said sweetly. “Oh, and be extra careful with the delicates. They’re imported. Wouldn’t want you to mess them up.”I took the basket wordlessly and turned away.As I carried it toward the laundry room, I caught movement from the far end of the hallway.Two figures leaning against the doorframe.Leon and Damian.Of course.They hadn’t said a word the entire time.They're just watching the drama.Leon was leaned back with his arms folded, his expression unreadable. Damian had that half-smirk on his face like he was watching a comedy show and waiting for the next punchline.Neither lifted a finger to stop what was happening.Not that I expected them to.I didn’t look at them as I passed. I just kept walking. One foot in front of the other.In the laund

They remembered. They always did.Even if no one else would.I thanked them, tried to smile, and left for the pack house before my voice cracked in front of them.Today of all days, I couldn’t fall apart.When I arrived, the other omegas were already there. No one spoke about why we were early. We all knew. Ava’s birthday celebrations meant double shifts, extra eyes on us, and no mistakes allowed. We didn’t need to be reminded.We were already working.The kitchen was chaos from the second I stepped in. Huge trays of meat being prepared, stew bubbling in thick pots, stacks of fresh bread rising in the ovens. Fruit platters. Roasted vegetables. Pastries filled with honey and cream. The scent was overwhelming, and not in a good way.It was hard to stomach food you weren’t even allowed to eat.I didn’t go to school. No one expected me to.Every able omega had been pulled in to prepare for the evening ceremony. We moved quickly, wiping down every surface, setting up the tables in the clea

It’s been four weeks. Four long, dragging weeks since I turned eighteen. Four weeks since I was stripped of everything—school, freedom, future—and tossed into a life of full-time servitude. No more pretending. No more hoping I’d somehow outrun the curse of being wolfless. I haven’t shifted. Not once. Not even a flicker. It’s been a month and still, nothing moves beneath my skin. No wolf. No heat. No calling from the moon. Just silence. Just… me. Most days feel like fog. One long blur of commands, insults, and aching limbs. I wake up, clean, obey, sleep, repeat. That’s it. That’s my life now. I don’t even think about what could’ve been. There’s no space for it. Thinking hurts more than anything else. But even through all of this, my father comes. Every day. They don’t always let him in. Sometimes they make him wait at the gate like he’s some outsider begging for scraps. Sometimes they ignore him altogether. But he shows up anyway. He’s never said it out loud, but I know he bl

Off to the side, near the treeline where the other omegas had been forced to stand, were Lilian and Rhea.My breath caught in my chest.Lilian was holding Rhea close, crouched beside her, arms wrapped tight around her small body. Rhea’s face was red and wet with tears, but she wasn’t sobbing. She was whispering something, quietly, urgently. Her small fingers were curled in Lilian’s sleeve, like if she held tight enough, maybe none of this would happen.No one was looking at them.No one cared.Not about the crying child.Not about the human mother clinging to her daughter like it was the last time.I almost broke.I almost fell to my knees right there.Because whatever this was—whatever punishment they had planned for us—wasn’t just for me. It wasn’t just about wolves or rank or betrayal.It was a warning.A message.This is what happens when you love someone the pack says is worthless.This is what happens when you protect your daughter instead of letting the system eat her.This is