All Chapters of Marked By The Four: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The sun hadn’t yet set when I found myself back in the dining hall, overseeing preparations for the Alpha’s formal dinner. Candles had been replaced, silver polished so precisely that I could see my reflection in each spoon. Servants scurried about like ants, carrying trays, decanters, bread baskets.It was my duty to make sure everything ran smoothly. My title may not have been earned by blood, but by bond, by vow, by Luna’s grace. And I have always taken it seriously.The omegas adored me for it. They knew I remembered their names, their children, their struggles. I wasn’t above kneeling to show a girl how to properly fold linen. I wasn’t above carrying platters when their hands were too full.As I walked the hall, heads bowed respectfully, but eyes - ah, eyes followed me with something warmer than mere obedience. Love. Trust. And in return, I gave them my smile, my gentle touch on the arm, my whispered reassurance when nerves got the better of them.The role of Luna was never meant

The door opened with the faintest creak.At first, I saw only darkness. The heavy curtains were drawn, letting in just a thin shaft of moonlight that cut across the room like a blade. My heart pounded as I stepped inside.And then I saw them.Varrick, sprawled across our bed, his bare chest gleaming with sweat, his arm wrapped lazily around the pale-haired omega. Her hair spilled over his shoulder like liquid silver, her lips swollen, her body tangled with his beneath the sheets that were mine.The scent hit me next - cloying perfume, mingled with the unmistakable musk of sex. My stomach lurched.Varrick’s head turned lazily, as if I were nothing more than an intruding servant. His lips curled into a slow, mocking grin.“Well,” he drawled, his voice thick with satisfaction, “look who finally decided to join us.”The omega’s eyes flicked at me, wide for only a heartbeat before her mouth curved into a smirk. She didn’t shrink away, didn’t cover herself. She nestled closer to him, bold a

The great hall of the Moonclaws pack was dressed in splendor, a show of strength and pride for the visiting betas and their escorts. Chandeliers glowed with soft amber light, dripping golden warmth across polished tables groaning with roasted meats, overflowing platters of bread and fruit, pitchers of wine glistening like rubies. The room hummed with the voices of my pack, laughter mixing with the crackle of fire in the hearth.It was supposed to feel like home. My kingdom. My family.But tonight, every flicker of torchlight seemed to throw shadows instead of warmth. Every laugh had a crack in it, every smile a whisper of unease.When I entered, silence spread like a ripple across the crowd. I wasn’t wearing the silks they expected. No glittering gown, no Luna’s crown or polished jewels. Instead: fitted black trousers that hugged my frame, boots that carried no hesitation, a blouse with slashed sleeves and a long leather jacket draped like armor across my shoulders. At my throat, crim

At first, they didn’t see me.They moved through the haze of smoke and neon like predators scenting a trail, heads tilting, chests rising as they breathed the air in deep. My wolf went still, heart racing with hers, watching, waiting.Then - like lightning - they froze.Four sets of eyes snapped toward me.And gods help me, the look that passed across their faces wasn’t human. The first was hunger, raw and breathtaking - the kind of joy that said found you. The kind of joy I hadn’t seen in years, maybe ever. Their gazes lit, bodies tightening, energy rolling off them in waves that set my skin on fire.Ours. The word wasn’t spoken, but it beat inside me like a second pulse.I swallowed hard, gripping my glass tighter, wishing my hands didn’t shake.The man beside me - the stranger who had been leaning closer and closer all night - noticed the shift, but not the danger. He grinned at me, smug, like he’d won something. His hand slid to my thigh under the table.I flinched. Not because I

The bar was a wreck - splintered tables, broken glass, and blood smeared across the floor like war paint. But the real danger wasn’t the shattered mess. It was them.Calder. Maddox. Jaxon. Rafe.All four of them stood like predators who had cleared the field, and I was the prize they were circling.My pulse hammered. My palms were damp. I pressed back against the wall as if it could swallow me whole.“You can’t run,” my wolf whispered, smug and hungry. “We found them. They found us.”I shoved her down, sharp as a blade. "No. We just got free. I’m not walking into another cage." My back hit the wall before I realized I was moving, palms flat against the splintered wood, lungs fighting for breath. My wolf pressed up, restless, prowling. “Stop pretending. You want them. Every inch of you is screaming for them.” I squeezed my eyes shut. "No. I won’t be chained again."But the gods of sex and violence had other ideas.Jaxon moved first. Always the boldest. His steps were deliberate, heav