All Chapters of Marked By Fate: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Tonight, it was just us—Darius and me, tangled in the heat of our bond, the air thick with the scent of pine and earth and him. His lips moved against mine, slow and deliberate, a kiss that felt like a claim and a promise all at once. My hands found his shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle there, grounding myself in the reality of him. My mate. My alpha. Mine.His hand slid further beneath my shirt, his calloused fingers tracing patterns across my ribs, sparking heat that bloomed deep in my core. I arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping me as his lips left mine to trail along my jaw, down the sensitive column of my neck. The mark he’d given me two nights ago pulsed under his breath, a living reminder of our bond, and every brush of his lips against it sent shivers racing through me, electric and overwhelming.“Darius,” I whispered, my voice trembling with the weight of what I felt—the love, the need, the raw instinct of our wolves calling to each other. He growled low

"It’s here," I whispered. “The markings... they’re real.”But before I could even read the first line, a sharp growl shattered the silence."Rogues!" someone shouted.Snarls followed, loud and vicious, and within seconds, the clearing erupted into chaos. Shapes burst from the tree line—dozens of them—feral, mangled beasts with dead eyes and wild limbs, moving not like wolves, but like shadows stitched together with rage.I turned around, already shifting. Luna surged forward with a growl that tore through my throat, her white fur glowing like a flare in the growing dusk. Darius shifted beside me, his black wolf towering and lethal.The warriors surrounded us in formation, claws flashing, growls vibrating through the earth.I met Darius’s eyes through the mind-link.No holding back, he said.Wouldn’t dream of it.We lunged forward together into the wave of rogues.The air exploded with snarls and the sickening crunch of bone against claw. My wolf, Luna, was a storm of white fury, teeth

The other warriors—Thorne, Ewan, Lira, and Cale—were still in their wolf forms, their eyes scanning the trees for any sign of more threats. The air was thick with the scent of blood and magic, but the rogues were gone, and the creature… whatever it was, it was no more.I stepped back from Darius, my hand lingering on his arm, and turned to the mountain.The carvings were still there, etched deep into the stone, their ancient lines calling to me like a heartbeat. I felt Nora stir inside me, a quiet nudge, urging me forward. “Darius,” I said, my voice steady now, though my body still buzzed with adrenaline. “We need to read the carvings. Now.”He nodded, his jaw tight, his eyes flicking to the mountain. “Agreed. But we stay alert. That thing… it wasn’t random. Something’s guarding this place.”I swallowed, the weight of his words settling in my chest. He was right. The rogues, the creature, the magic—it was all connected to the mountain, to the secrets carved into its stone. I glanced at

The love between them was obvious, a bond so strong it made my chest ache with recognition. It was like looking at Darius and me, mirrored across time.But then the scene shifted, like a page torn from a book, and the air grew heavy. They were somewhere else now, a stone chamber lit by torches, the walls etched with runes that pulsed with faint power. Maradona’s face was drawn, her eyes pleading as she faced the same man, but his warmth was gone, replaced by a coldness that made my skin crawl.“I can’t do this, Kas,” she said, her voice soft but firm, trying to reach him. “This plan of yours—it’ll destroy our people. It’ll wipe out everything we’ve fought for.”His eyes, once so full of love, hardened, and he stepped back, putting distance between them. “You will do as I say, Maradona,” he roared, his voice shaking the air. “If you have even an ounce of love for me, you’ll stand with me.”Maradona flinched, shock flashing across her face, but she held her ground. “Kas, please,” she sai

She raised her staff, and an invisible barrier shimmered into place, a wall of magic that held back the tide of snarling, shadowy figures trying to cross into the pack lands.But then she faltered, her knees buckling, blood dripping from her mouth and side. I gasped, my heart lurching as I saw her friend—the woman from the balcony—standing behind her, a sword in her hand, slick with Maradona’s blood. Maradona turned, her eyes wide with shock and betrayal. “Why?” she whispered, her voice breaking.The woman’s face crumpled, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “They said they’d free my father if I did this.I had no choice.”Maradona shook her head, her hand pressing against her side, blood seeping through her fingers. “You always have a choice, I course you and your generations to come you python” she said, her voice soft but cutting, even as she sank to her knees.The barrier shimmered and faded, and across the battlefield, I saw him—Kasamaan. His eyes burned with a