Semua Bab Marked By Fate: Bab 61 - Bab 70

He’d been in the dream, too. Watching from just outside the circle, waiting for the moment to throw one of the robed figures aside—just enough to break the grip they had on me.I remembered it. That flash of light. That blur of movement.It was him.Even in my dream, even in my breakdown—he was there.Holding me.Shielding me.I gasped awake.The first thing I felt was the cold floor under my back.The second was Darius’s arms around me, bare skin against mine, chest to chest, his body curled around mine like a shield.I wasn’t in my bed.I wasn’t clothed.I was back in my room, naked, drenched in sweat, shivering like the last bit of whatever they’d done to me still clung to my skin.And he was holding me.Protectively.Gently.Someone entered the room. I didn’t see them, but I heard the rush of footsteps. A blanket draped over me a second later, tucking around my sides.“She’s awake,” a voice said softly.“Everyone out,” Darius said. His voice wasn’t loud, but it didn’t need to be.

The cool air kissed my skin, and I gasped, my body exposed to his gaze.His eyes darkened, as he drank me in, his stare so intense it felt like a physical touch. “Don’t hide from me,” he murmured, his voice rough with something deeper than playfulness. “You’re mine, Selene. My Luna. My mate.”My heart thundered, the mate bond singing in my veins, pulling me toward him. I wanted to protest, to cling to the last shred of my composure, but the way he looked at me—like I was his entire world—undid me completely. “Darius…” I whispered, my voice trembling with need.He didn’t wait for more. In one fluid motion, he closed the distance, his hands cupping my face as his lips crashed into mine. The kiss was fire and hunger, a claim that seared through me, igniting every nerve. His tongue swept against mine, tasting of mint and something wild, and I moaned into his mouth, my hands finding his shoulders, gripping the slick, warm muscle there. The bond pulsed, a golden thread weaving tighter, urgin

He shrugged, a sheepish look spreading across his face. “I sent Dianne and Diva to get them. I just told them to grab everything a woman might need.”I shook my head, laughing softly. “Of course you did.”I took over, rubbing lotion into my skin while he watched like it was some sacred ritual he wasn’t allowed to disturb.As I slipped on a soft, breezy dress, he turned toward the bathroom, towel slung low on his hips, and called out over his shoulder, “You’re not using this room anymore.”I paused, frowning. “What?”He stopped in the doorway and looked back at me. “This room. It’s not yours now. Come to mine. I mean, ours.”My mouth fell open, and for a second, I had no clue what to say. He stood there waiting, eyes hopeful, almost pleading.My heart did a full somersault.I swallowed and nodded. “Okay?.”That triumphant grin of his came fast, full of pride and something softer—satisfaction, maybe, or just plain happiness.He vanished into the bathroom to shower again, humming under h

We got to the border just as the wind shifted, thick with tension and the scent of something dark—unfamiliar, yet vaguely recognizable. There, standing calmly between two of our warriors, was a woman I had never seen before in my life. And yet, somehow, her aura felt... familiar. Disturbingly so.She didn’t look like me. Not even close. Her skin was pale, almost grayish under the forest shadows. Her eyes, a strange smoky color, gleamed with something unreadable. Her build was lean, predatory. So when one of the warriors had said she looked exactly like me? I’d assumed some kind of trick or illusion. But now that I stood a few feet away from her, I realized it wasn’t about physical appearance. Her energy was eerily similar to mine—twisted, darkened, but familiar enough to make the hairs on my arms rise.I glanced at Darius beside me. He said nothing, his face locked in that unreadable expression he wore when he was working through ten different instincts at once. But the slight squeeze

“Kasamaan.”Draco repeated the name, tasting it on his tongue like he wasn’t sure he heard it right the first time. The entire room was holding its breath.“That can’t be,” he said finally, voice low. “Kasamaan is dead.”He looked around the room as if hoping someone would agree with him, but the silence only made his statement feel thinner, more uncertain.“Are you sure?” Darius asked—not accusing, not skeptical. Just quiet. Measured.“No one’s heard from him since the fall of Iron Fang,” Draco replied. “Their entire territory was razed. The Alpha—Hunter—he was killed in the final siege.”My blood ran cold.Hunter. That name again. Draco continued, his brow furrowed. “His Luna, was slain too. Along with their child. The corpses were... hard to identify. The battle was brutal. But the death toll matched the number of their leadership. Everyone assumed they all died in the fire. And Kasamaan? He vanished without a trace.”Draco turned to me now. “Where did you hear that name?”Before