บททั้งหมดของ Marked By The Four: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Evelynn POVThe moment we stepped through the front doors of the Ironfang packhouse, chaos tried to swallow us. Questions flew before the doors had even shut.“Is it true?”“Were you trapped?”“Who died?”“Is the Hollow Mother gone?”“Why do you all look like roadkill?”“That one’s fair,” Jaxon muttered.Maddox didn’t slow. He cut straight through the entrance hall with me at his side, one hand firm at the small of my back like he thought I might disappear if he let go.Possibly flattering. Definitely irritating. I wasn't some porcelain doll after all, but a werewolf. A strong female. And I proved this. Rafe moved ahead of us, voice cracking like thunder. “Everyone out.”No one moved. So Calder stepped into the center of the hall, dust-covered and elegant as ever. “Allow me to translate,” he said pleasantly. “Leave now, or I begin choosing limbs.”The room cleared instantly. He was efficient.I liked him like that.By the time we reached the inner corridor, my legs had started to feel

Evelynn POVThe moment I closed the bedroom door behind me, silence wrapped around me like mercy. No battle cries. No ancient voices. No blood on stone. No one asking me to save the world for at least five minutes.Luxury.My room in Ironfang looked exactly as I’d left it - dark wood beams, wide bed, iron-framed windows, shelves lined with books I’d meant to read and never had. Someone had lit the hearth while we were downstairs, and warmth curled through the space.Home. Temporary, maybe. But home enough.I crossed into the bathing room and turned the brass valve. Water thundered into the large stone shower, steam rising fast and thick.I stripped slowly, peeling ruined clothes from aching skin. Every bruise protested. Every scrape stung. My body looked like I had wrestled fate personally and neither of us had won.When I stepped beneath the hot water, a soft sound escaped me before I could stop it. Gods. Heat slid over my shoulders, down my spine, through muscles locked tight for d

Evelynn POV I threaded my fingers into his hair instead.“That was unclear,” Jaxon said helpfully.Maddox ignored him completely. The first touch of his mouth made my whole body jolt. Heat shot through me sharp and immediate. My head fell back into the pillows.“Oh.”Jaxon grinned against my throat. “Excellent start.”“Might kill him later,” I managed.“You say that often.”“And mean it every time.”Maddox’s hands tightened on my thighs as he kissed higher, slower, taking his time with a patience I did not believe he possessed.Every deliberate touch and lick pulled another sound from me. Every sound seemed to encourage him.Calder brushed damp hair back from my face, fingers gentle against my temple while the rest of me unraveled.“You’re shaking,” he murmured.“Your observation skills are useless.” I hissed.“Noted.”Rafe shifted closer, one hand sliding into mine. Grounding me. Holding me steady while Maddox did everything possible to destroy my ability to think.Pleasure built qu

Evelynn POVThe next morning peace ended exactly the way peace usually ended in pack life - with an announcement and too many opinions.Rafe found me halfway through breakfast, already dressed, already armed, already irritatingly efficient. “Morning love. Main hall. .”I looked up from my plate. “That sounds ominous.”“It’s a meeting.”“Same thing.”He ignored me. “Both packs gonna attend. Ironfang and the survivors from your lands.”I set the fork down slowly. “They know?”“That you’re alive?” Rafe asked.“Yes.”A rare softness crossed his expression. “They know.”Maddox entered behind him, carrying tea. He handed it to me before speaking.“They’re waiting.”No warning could have prepared me for the main hall. It was full.Ironfang wolves lined the long room in heavy rows - fighters, elders, healers, hunters, young wolves standing on toes to see better. And mixed among them were my people.Not all. Never again all. - That truth still hurt. - But enough to make my throat tighten. Face

Evelynn POVI had imagined childbirth many ways. None of them included threatening murder between pushes.“If one more person tells me to breathe,” I snarled, “I will make myself a widow.”“No one say anything,” Rafe ordered immediately. Smart male.Maddox sat behind me on the bed, bracing my back against his chest, arms wrapped around me while I bore down through another contraction. Sweat dampened his skin. His heart hammered against my spine as hard as mine.Calder knelt at my side, steady as stone, pressing cool cloth to my wrist and speaking only when it mattered.Jaxon held my hand in both of his, muttering encouragement, profanity, and promises to kill anyone who had ever called this beautiful.Becky, traitor that she was, laughed openly.Then the healer’s voice cut through the haze. “I can see him." A beat later: " I have the head. One more time. Push one more time.”The room changed. Everything sharpened. Pain became purpose. Fear became focus. My wolf surged forward, fierce