บททั้งหมดของ Marked by Fate: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I pop the bottle open and take a mouthful, forcing the nausea down. The taste is vile—bitter and acrid, like spoiled chemicals—and I fight the urge to spit it out across the room. My face contorts as the liquid burns down my throat, igniting a fire in my chest that spreads like lightning through my veins.The moment it settles, a pulse of raw energy ripples through me. Every nerve lights up. The lights seem brighter, the sounds sharper. I can hear the faint hum of the overhead bulbs and smell the citrus in the cleaning spray used hours ago. Even the juice in the bottle is pungent now, as if someone peeled oranges in the next room.Layla gasps, her presence slamming forward in my mind. We both shudder as the power courses through us.“Whoa, whoa, whoa—what the fuck did you just drink?” she snaps, lifting our hand and wiggling the fingers. “I can see everything—every pore, every hair… heavens, do you ever shave?”“Excuse me?” I glare at her, appalled. “Don’t act like you’re Miss Hygiene

Emma gasps. “How could you do that to your own child, Matt?”Matt’s voice is sharp, controlled, but it cuts like a blade. “You let him off with murder, Emma. He needs to train, or he’ll die. And when that happens, it’ll be on you—for letting him skip what he needed most. So either make him go… or stay the fuck out of my way when I have no choice but to use my aura to force him. Because I will do what it takes to keep him alive.”His eyes blaze now, barely holding back years of pent-up frustration. “Not all of us get to half-ass our duties like you do. Some of us actually have responsibilities we can’t walk away from.”I freeze. My eyes widen as I glance toward Fiona, who looks just as stunned. Matt never snaps like this—especially not here, in the kitchen, in front of staff.Emma stares, stunned. But her expression quickly curdles into outrage as she whips around to glare at him. “Why are you so horrible?” she shouts, standing up, her chair screeching across the floor. She turns towar

“Ughhhhhhhhh, what the hell did you make me drink?” Drake groans, clutching his head in both hands and shielding his eyes from the light.“Me!” Ben chirps proudly.“Aghhhh—too loud, too loud!” Matt winces, cringing at the volume.“Sorry, but I didn’t make anyone drink anything. I blame Reggie!” Ben defends himself, holding up his hands. He actually looks okay—surprisingly fine—but when Reggie wanders in from outside, he looks completely normal. Suspiciously normal.“What the hell did you give these boneheads last night?” I ask, raising a brow.Reggie frowns, glancing between the groaning mess of men. “Last night? What? I wasn’t even—ohhhhh… oh shit! YOU BASTARDS!”He bolts past us, sprinting into the ballroom.“AWCH, AWCH, AWCHHHH!” Drake roars dramatically, and I can’t help but laugh. They look like hell.“YEP!” Reggie yells, re-emerging with an empty jar in hand. His face is sour. “I WAS RIGHT. THE MOTHERFUCKERS STOLE MY STASH!”“Ohhh, I remember now!” Matt says, smacking his forehe

As soon as we reach my bedroom, everyone moves into action. The boys gently lift Drake onto our bed. Vincent opens the window while Caron rummages through her bag, pulling out a fresh syringe and drawing a potion from a small glass vial.“Wait—what’s happening?” the doctor snaps, grabbing Caron’s wrist and yanking the needle from her hand. Ben growls low in his throat.“Give it back,” he snarls, stepping protectively in front of her. Caron stares, stunned.“Not until someone tells me what you’re injecting into my patient,” the doctor says, defiant.“None of your damn business,” Vincent hisses, snatching the needle back with practiced ease. His eyes burn with warning. “Touch my wife again, and I’ll show you what dark magic really looks like. Understood?”I can’t help but smirk. Vincent may be intense, but his loyalty runs deep—and he protects the people he loves with terrifying conviction.“I’m sorry,” the doctor says, lifting her hands. “But what do you expect? Who even are you? My pa

Lilly’s POVA low moan escapes me as my eyes flutter open. Sparks trail across my chest—Drake’s fingers, warm and slow, tracing down to my stomach. Every inch he touches leaves behind a memory.I smile, searching for his face. “Morning,” I croak, licking my dry lips.“Morning, baby,” he whispers, pressing a kiss beneath my ear. The heat of his breath sends a delicious shiver down my spine.Layla purrs in the back of my mind, savoring the way his lips graze my skin. His hand slips beneath my panties, and his mouth starts to work my neck with skillful, familiar pressure.“Mmmmmm…” I moan, his touch waking every nerve in my body.His fingers dip lower, drawing soft circles that make my breath hitch. His lips move slowly down my throat, his stubble scraping gently against my skin. Every touch is deliberate. He’s not just touching me—he’s reminding me I’m alive. We both are.“Drake,” I whisper, my fingers curling into the back of his shirt.“Missed you,” he murmurs against my collarbone, h