Semua Bab I Stole His Mark: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Ilia felt the sting of heartbreak rise sharp and burning in her chest, making it almost too painful to breathe. Yet she refused to let the sting show, refused to shatter under the weight of his apology.“Ilia,” he said, voice hoarse. “I am sorry.”Those words sank deep, burning like acid. Ilia refused to acknowledge the sting. Instead, she pulled herself free from the warmth of his hand and rose, brushing hastily at the dried tears upon her cheeks. Without a word, she spun and disappeared down the long, dark corridor until the sound of her fleeing footsteps was swallowed by silence.I ran until my legs gave out and sobbed until my tears ran dry. When I thought I had lost all hope I managed to pick myself up and made my way back.The Hollow was alive tonight. The sacred space felt like a living thing, thrumming with its own dark pulse, pressing down upon Ilia’s chest until it stole the breath from her lungs. The sting of heartbreak bubbled deep within, making every sound, every glance,

I sank to my knees as the threads of light blazed brighter and sank deeper, reshaping every part of me. The sting of heartbreak and betrayal gave way to an electric surge that ignited every fiber of my being. The sacred threads wrapped around me like a second skin, burning crimson and gold until, suddenly, I felt myself shift. My legs shimmered and molded, my voice rising in a haunting song that bubbled from deep within, resonant and mesmerizing. In that moment, I became fully Siren.Around the sacred space, the clan erupted into chaos. Snarls and growls punctured the mist as those consumed by anger surged forth. Helena, beyond reason and burning with vengeful fury, was the first to shift. Her elegant form twisted and ripped as the beast emerged, a monstrous wolf with burning eyes and a crimson‑streaked pelt.As Helena lunged toward me with a deafening roar, Caelan moved faster than thought, his body contorting and reshaping until the beast within him exploded forth. The massive, midn

The silence in the great hall was suffocating. Ilia stood beside Caelan, hands clenched so tight her knuckles blanched, as every set of eyes in the room bore down upon her. The lingering sting of betrayal felt like a thorn wedged deep between her ribs. Yet she refused to lower her gaze. Then came the voice that shook the room. “I chose her.” Caelan’s voice was a deep, commanding growl. The sound of it silenced the whispers and drew every wary gaze to him. The massive alpha stood tall, one hand brushing the small of Ilia’s back as he pulled her closer, making sure no one could mistake the claim in the simple movement. “I chose Ilia because my wolf chose Ilia. Not a trial, not a tradition, but a bond. The mark chose her. And that mark doesn’t make mistakes.” Head Councilor Athren surged to his feet, voice shaking with anger. “This is unprecedented! The trials have existed for centuries for a reason! The Luna is chosen through strength and honor, proven before the eyes of the

Ilia opened her eyes slowly, feeling the soft warmth of sunlight against her skin. Confusion washed over her as she sat up, the blankets pooling around her waist. She gasped, realizing she was completely nude. Her mist dress, the delicate fabric that had always shielded her modesty, was gone. Vanished as though it had never existed.Heart racing, Ilia swung her legs off the side of the bed. Her long dark hair cascaded around her shoulders, falling nearly to her waist in thick, lustrous waves. As she stood, a sudden breeze drifted through the open window, caressing her skin and causing a shiver to run down her spine.Just then, the door swung open without warning. Derrin stepped inside, his voice caught mid-sentence. His eyes widened, mouth hanging open, and he froze completely.Ilia shrieked, grabbing for the nearest thing to cover herself—a small pillow from the bed.“Get out!” she yelled, clutching the pillow to her chest, cheeks flaming crimson.Derrin didn't move, paralyzed by the

Helena paced angrily within the dim confines of her quarters, her footsteps sharp and echoing against the polished stone floors. Her eyes flashed with barely suppressed rage, the humiliation from Caelan’s rejection still fresh and stinging. She slammed her fist onto a nearby table, rattling a glass decanter and sending liquid sloshing over the edge.The door creaked open cautiously, revealing a younger pack member named Elias, one who had always admired Helena from afar.“Helena?” Elias spoke hesitantly, stepping into the room. “You called for me?”She spun sharply, eyes blazing. “Close the door behind you, Elias.”He obeyed swiftly, the door shutting with a firm click. “Is everything alright?”“Of course not,” Helena snapped, resuming her pacing. “Caelan humiliated me, rejected me. In front of the entire pack, he chose Ilia, a worthless servant girl, over me.”Elias swallowed nervously. “I saw. The pack’s been talking.”She stopped abruptly, advancing toward him. “And what are they s