All Chapters of Marked and forsaken : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

If I must accept Varyn’s rejection, then I will turn it into hatred that lasts a lifetime. I wait for the full moon, glued to the window as moon light creeps across the night. When the great orb finally rises, I step into its glow. Moonlight pours over me, the Goddess’s power heavy on my skin. I beg for the usual gift—stamina, speed, strength—to ready myself for the war I plan with Varyn. I strip bare beneath her gaze, waiting for rage to ignite inside me. But instead, warmth blossoms. Dense. Golden. A shimmer that is not fury. My hand lowers to my stomach. Something answers me there, faint but undeniable—a spark of life. My chest caves. A pup. I turn from the truth, but a flash on my skin draws me back. Etched across thigh glows the scar of an Alpha. My heart clenches. Varyn has marked me. Rage steadies my legs as I pull a robe around me and march to Varyn’s house. My chest is tight, breath jagged, every step fueled by betrayal and defiance. The door swings open. Warmth fl

Ever since I learned that Sereyna’s mother joined hands with Vaelor’s mother to murder my father—to bury the truth of the grandmothers they slaughtered that night—I can no longer name what I feel when I look at her. It twists. Sharp. Constant. Hatred. Or pity. She is my true mate.our bond is undeniably strong. And I reject her. Once she takes the Luna’s place—the title she wants so desperately—nothing will stop her from killing me as well. Kade watches me, his gaze heavy with things he isn’t saying. “Kade,” I say. “You’re my Beta. Speak.” “What if she truly loves you?” I scoff. “You speak as if you’ve forgotten how loudly Vaelor’s mother’s love for my father was praised. She was adored. Revered.” “My mother?” An unremarkable Luna. Chosen only to secure his throne.” “And yet,” I say, my voice hardening, “that same beloved murdered him.” Something feral stirs. I want to drag Vaelor’s mother back from death and kill her again. After that, Sereyna’s mother would

That’s when it happened. Exactly when she turned—offering me her favorite position. A tear slips from me, shattering on her back. My mind is empty. I can’t think. She grabs my hand. Guides it between her thighs . I push further into her . Shit. The bond drains me. I can’t pull back. She already feels my hard c*ck on her waist level . “Come on,” she breathes. “Bend over,” I whisper. I hold it in Firm. Controlled. Every motion precise, every strike deliberate. She gasps. I drive harder. “Can you go deeper?” “Yes.” I pound , The sound of our bodies against each other echoes over the shower’s hiss. I turn her, tapping on my shoulder. She lifts her leg on me . I adjust. Buried In to her . Her lips find me. Steady. Intent. It drives me harder. The heat explodes , I pound with obedience, I can feel her trembling. “Come here,” I murmur. Cradle her out of the bathroom still stuck in her , we collapse together to the floor. My body above hers. Perfect alignment.

As a child, I never really wished for anything out of place—to be loved by my brother and keep my first love. But in the end, none of that seemed to want me. Would it be better if she doesn’t return? Although I never stopped loving her, why do I feel the need to stop holding onto my feelings? Even when she came back to me pregnant, I was still willing to accept her and accept that child. But each time I look into her eyes, I can’t find myself anywhere. She doesn’t see me—not alone, even recognize me—like she didn’t just give up on our friendship but forgot me totally. “Alpha!” I lift my head. “Lucan!” “She’s here,” he says. I get up immediately, running to the outcast entrance. Serenya stands soaked in wetness, moonlight spilling over her. “I’m fine,” she says to them, as their hands run over her, lamps raised to her face—the missing pregnant woman they couldn’t find has returned to them. She raises her head as I close in with a tight hug. “I won’t go back,”

I know Rauth lies to ease the cut. He says what I felt that day wasn’t Varyn — that it wasn’t him marking another. Maybe he’s right. Why would I feel it at all? Our bond, had been broken since the moment he rejected me. If it ever existed. Or maybe the pain is only mine — a wish pretending to be instinct. A bond I wanted badly enough to be curse for. Lucan helped me find the truth anyway. Varyn has taken a new mate. It still hurts, because he chose her just in a day ,because he never would have chose me. Not once. Some wounds hurts more when you stop fighting. Still, I’m glad I stayed away. And from today I feel the warmth I never got from my rival sisters. The war over who would take Mother’s throne—nine daughters tearing at each other—drove us apart. The gentleness of Rauth toward me grows each day, but the walls of my heart are not easily broken. Still, I find myself wandering into the thought of how I managed to keep holding on to Varyn, even when he slipped through my g