All Chapters of Marked By The Four: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Rafe POV Calder and I didn’t head upstairs right away. The hall was quiet now - too quiet after the sharp echo of fear and dominance that had filled it minutes ago. The fire still burned low in the hearth, painting everything in that amber glow that made shadows look alive.Calder went to the sideboard, poured two fingers of whiskey into each glass, and handed one to me. The scent of oak and smoke mingled with the lingering smell of rain and wolf.“To our Luna,” he said dryly, raising the glass.I smirked. “To the chaos she brought with her.”We drank. The whiskey bit at first, then burned smooth all the way down. It felt good - something clean and grounding after all the blood and tension of the last few days.Calder leaned back against the table, the faint shimmer of his mark catching the firelight. Evelynn’s mark. Our mark. “You think they’ll settle down now?” he asked.“No.” I set my glass down. “But they’ll think twice before opening their mouths again.”He gave a low chuckle.

Evelynn POVThe bed was too warm when I woke. The kind of warmth that came from bodies, not blankets - from skin and heartbeat and the ghost of breath still clinging to the sheets.Maddox and Calder were still there, tangled in sleep beside me. Rafe and Jax weren’t - though I could feel them. The bond thrummed faintly under my skin, steady and alive, like the distant echo of drums.For a long moment, I just lay there, listening. The house was quiet, the storm outside had burned itself out, and all I could hear was the rhythm of their breathing. It felt unreal - this peace, this stillness.I turned carefully, tracing the lines of Maddox’s arm where it draped over my waist, the faint shimmer of gold on Calder’s skin. Gods. They were beautiful, even in sleep. And mine. The thought sent a quiet thrill through me - dangerous, heady, grounding.But I needed a minute. To breathe. To remember who I was before we became us.Slipping out from between them was like escaping a dream. My bare feet

Evelynn POVThe pack had already gathered by the time we stepped into the main hall. Word had traveled like wildfire - faster than truth, faster than reason. By the looks on some faces, we’d gone from whispered rumors to outright myth overnight.Four Alphas. One Luna. One bond.Rafe stood beside me, calm but watchful. Calder lingered a step behind, Maddox and Jax flanking the staircase like sentinels carved from storm and shadow. The low murmur of voices swelled until Rafe’s growl rolled through the room, low and commanding.“Enough.”The word hit like thunder. Silence followed.“You all felt it,” he said, voice carrying through the hall. “The shift. The bond. You’ve seen the marks. You know what it means.” His tone softened, but only a little. “We’re not here to hide it. The bond between your Luna and us is real. It’s sacred.”Someone near the back dared to speak - a younger wolf, uncertain but loud enough. “But four Alphas and one Luna? That’s not natural. It’s not how it’s done.”M

Evelynn POV The echo of Mireya’s words chased me down the corridor like ghosts. You carry life. No. Not now. Not when everything was just starting to settle.I pressed my palm flat to my stomach, forcing a breath. It was too soon to think about that. Too dangerous to feel it. I needed clarity, not panic. There would be time. Later. There had to be.By the time I stepped into the common room, the low hum of voices had curdled into sharp noise. Calder’s growl cut through it, harsh enough to make the air vibrate.“What do you mean it’s gone?” he barked. Jax stood beside him, shoulders tense, eyes flashing gold. Maddox had his phone to his ear, but from the way his jaw was locking, the conversation was going nowhere good. Rafe looked up first, his gaze snagging mine, relief flickering for half a second before vanishing under fury.Evelynn straightened, keeping her voice calm. “What happened?”Calder ran a hand through his hair, the motion all jagged frustration. “Shipment from the no

Evelynn POVThe sound of engines died one by one, replaced by the hum of cooling metal and low, simmering growls. The courtyard smelled of oil, gunpowder, and blood - the kind of scent that clings to your skin long after you wash it off.We’d lost three men. Three brothers.The moment Rafe cut the ignition, silence fell. It was the kind that carried weight. Grief sharpened into vengeance, raw and quiet before it exploded. Maddox kicked his helmet across the gravel, and it hit the wall with a hollow crack. Calder didn’t even flinch. He was staring straight ahead, jaw tight, eyes unreadable.Jax was the first to speak, his voice low. “They hit the truck clean. No time to call for backup. Execution style.”Rafe’s knuckles whitened around the map he’d pulled from his jacket. “Varrick’s men.”No one argued. We all knew.They’d taken our shipment and three lives with it.I climbed off the bike slowly, every muscle tight. The moment my boots hit the ground, I felt the echo of the bond - th