All Chapters of Mark by Destiny.: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Liora’s heart raced with happiness that night. The celebration had ended, but its warmth lingered within her chest like a glowing ember. She had a family now—a father, a mother, brothers who adored her. She was no longer the girl in rags, beaten and despised. She was Liora of Moonspire, daughter of Alpha Dean and Luna Loretta.She had washed and changed into a simple nightdress, her hair falling in loose waves over her shoulders. Yet when she lay down, her eyes refused to close. Sleep would not come. Her wolf stirred inside her, restless, almost agitated.Why are you awake, little one? she whispered to herself, stroking her own arm as if to soothe her wolf. But the unease persisted.With a smile, she decided to visit her brothers. Surely, Rhydian or Silas would still be awake—they always were. She could tease Dorian about his stubbornness or ask Kael about the endless scrolls he read. Their presence would calm her heart.But just as she stepped onto the grand stairway, it hit her.A s

The garden was quiet, bathed in pale silver light from the moon above. The night flowers had bloomed, releasing a soft fragrance that hung in the air like a spell. Crickets hummed, the fountain whispered, and every sound seemed amplified in the silence.Christen stood beneath one of the tall arching trees, his figure half cloaked in shadow, half kissed by the moon. He had tried to walk off the restlessness that had burned in his veins since the previous night, but nothing helped. Every path he took, every breath he drew, led back to her.And then—he felt her before he saw her.Liora stepped out onto the stone pathway, barefoot, her long nightgown flowing around her like a wisp of mist. Her dark hair shimmered with the moon’s glow, and her eyes—those luminous eyes—found his instantly, as if guided by something older than fate.Christen’s breath hitched. His wolf pressed forward, a low growl of possession rumbling in his chest. He clenched his fists, digging his nails into his palms, fi

***Kaelen sat alone in his chamber, the heavy silence pressing on him like an iron weight. Since the Moonspire celebration, since the revelation of Liora’s true identity, he had been unable to shake the gnawing hollowness inside him.He had thought himself noble, deserving, even cunning — but realization struck like a blade through his pride. Each memory of his actions replayed mercilessly: the way he had mocked Liora when she was nothing but a servant in Silvermoon, the way he had turned a blind eye to her suffering at the hands of Ravena and Mariseth, the way he had considered her unworthy simply because of her status.But then he saw her on that grand podium in Moonspire.Standing tall, radiant, and infinitely more graceful than he could have ever imagined. Liora was no longer the girl he scorned — she was royalty, chosen by the goddess herself, with a wolf whose brilliance had left the entire realm whispering in awe. And he… he was nothing but a shadow of what he should have been.

The early morning sun spilled golden light across the gardens of Silvermoon, glistening over the dew-kissed petals of lilies and roses. Ravena moved gracefully among them, a simple watering can in her hand, her once proud figure now softened with humility. Her gown was plain—light fabric with no glittering stones or excessive lace, the kind of dress that allowed her to work freely without worrying about dirt or creases.She hummed softly to herself, the tune carrying through the garden like a gentle breeze. For the first time in a long while, her smile was genuine. The flowers, with their blossoms opening wide to greet the sun, mirrored her own newfound clarity of heart.Kaelen strode into the garden, his expression preoccupied. He had been searching for her all morning. His footsteps slowed as his eyes swept over the garden, expecting to find Ravena in her usual dazzling silks and jewels. Instead, his gaze landed on a slim figure bending over the roses, a pitcher tilted in her hand.

Ravena knelt slightly before Liora, holding her hands gently. Her eyes glistened with the same honesty she had displayed while helping Naren. “Liora… I’m so sorry,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “For everything I did. For everything my mother made me do. I was blind to the pain I caused you.”Liora studied her sister carefully, noticing the sincerity in her expression, the small tremble in her hands. For a long moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of the past lingering in the space between them.“I’m… glad you’re here, Liora,” Ravena continued, squeezing her hands gently. “And I’m happy that you’re in the best place now. Moonspire… it’s the perfect home for you. They love you, they care for you, and you’re finally safe.”Liora felt a lump form in her throat. It was difficult to believe that the same sister who had once mocked her, plotted against her, and obeyed their mother’s cruel plans was now kneeling before her, offering forgiveness. Slowly, she nodded, accepting the ge