All Chapters of Marked, But Unwanted : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41************“Our Luna, Our Oath”Alera's POV Rex’s hand brushed against mine, his gaze locking with my own—soft this time, almost gentle.“Hey, Alera,” he murmured, “I know you’re not familiar with how things work here, but this is the blood oath session. Your blood is needed.”My breath hitched.My blood?This wasn’t how it was done in the Crescent Moon Pack.Before I could process it, Rex leaned in closer, his lips near my ear, his voice low enough for only me to hear.“If you don’t want this, I can tell the High Priestess. Even though this is tradition, I’m not going to force you into anything. I don’t want to put you in any—”I couldn’t even hear the rest of his words.My attention had already drifted to the crowd.Their eyes were fixed on us—waiting, watching, calculating. Earlier, I tried to ignore their stares, but now it felt like they were silently begging for a reason.A reason to judge me.A reason to reject me.“I’ll do it,” I said.The look on Rex’s face told

Chapter 42 “The Raven’s Warning” ************* Alera’s POV I gazed at them again — the multitude of bowed heads stretching across the hall. It felt strange, almost unreal, to stand before a crowd that lowered themselves for me. For a girl who had spent her whole life wrapped in reproach and shame, the sight was overwhelming. Yet, right at the back, I saw him. That figure. That man. His eyes locked onto mine with a coldness so sharp it sliced through the moment. A shiver ran down my spine, one I couldn't shake off no matter how hard I tried. And then I noticed it — I wasn’t imagining things. There were others with that same expression, their heads not bowed. My heartbeat stumbled, the realization settling like a stone in my stomach. I knew not everyone would love me, but seeing them stand openly against me here, during this sacred moment, meant something deeper. I didn’t know much about politics, but I knew people — and the ones who can defy you publicly without fear are t

CHAPTER 45************Learning to LeadAlera’s POV A long, heavy sigh slipped from my lips—one of those sighs that felt like the weight of an entire world had been poured onto my shoulders. I stood at the entrance of the courtroom, the hem of my black gown brushing softly against the polished floor, my nerves prickling beneath my skin like tiny sparks of electricity.It had only been three days.Three days since the Luna ceremony.Three days since the people accepted me.Since the Moon Goddess marked me as theirs.Three days… and somehow it already felt like three years.Maybe Rex had been right when he suggested I take the entire week off. Maybe I should have rested and allowed myself time to breathe, to adjust. But how was I supposed to do that? I was Luna now. Their Luna. I didn’t have the luxury of stepping aside or collapsing under the pressure—no matter how tempting it was.The past few days had been a constant battle between disbelief and duty. A part of me still struggled t

Chapter 47**********Fangs and JusticeAlera's POV Gasps swept through the room. For a split second, the entire hall went unnaturally quiet, like everyone had forgotten how to breathe. The representative froze, his eyes blown wide with shock. He looked like he couldn’t quite process what he’d just heard.“Die a painful death?” My voice cut cleanly through the silence. Every head turned toward me.A small, dangerous smile tugged at my lips. His expression faltered, confusion creeping in where shock had been. I could practically see the thoughts scrambling in his head. He’d expected rage. Maybe screaming. Not this calm.And that told me everything.His defensiveness wasn’t outrage—it was fear.“We’ve all seen how the Hawthorne representative has behaved,” I said evenly. “And honestly, that says enough on its own. Like I stated earlier, the territory will be returned to its rightful owner. This judgment isn’t based only on your actions, but on the documents that were submitted as well.

CHAPTER 49************The Alpha’s ConfessionRex’s POVThat same evening, I watched her train.Lycan circled her slowly, correcting her stance with quiet precision as she moved with the blades in her hands. Steel flashed beneath the fading light, catching the glow of the rising moon. Her strikes were still rough around the edges—awkward at times, lacking refinement—but the determination in her eyes erased every flaw.She didn’t back down.Didn’t hesitate.Every swing carried intent, every movement driven by the need to improve, to endure.She wasn’t just learning how to fight.She was learning how to survive.And for the first time since I had chosen her, pride swelled in my chest—real, undeniable pride. Not just because she was my Luna, but because she was earning the title with every breath she took on that ground.Worthy of the pack.Worthy of the role.Worthy of the Moon Goddess’ approval.Earlier that day, I had thought about a journal.I didn't know what to give her at first.