Todos los capítulos de Marked and forsaken : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 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

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 grasp like wet claws. The memory of my father never leaves me. Each day I pray that every full moon shines as though I am smiling at him, keeping him in comfort that I have found a home. I never said goodbye. But his words on the night before everything fell apart keep me alive “Rejection is not fatal. Hopelessness is.” When I lift my eyes, Rauth is there. He always comes when my spirit breaks. “Are you okay?” humming softly as I nod How’s the pop kicking?” As hard as he should.” He smiles,his eyes sparkling at the answer. My heart stumbles at the sight of him, and inside, a voice echoes: fa

The world narrows to the sound of my son’s body hitting the earth. “Elarion!” His name tears from my throat as if it can call him back from the brink. My knees collapse beneath me, and I stumble to his side. Mia is already there, her hands trembling as she reaches for the shaft. Her lips shape words, prayers maybe, but I can’t hear them over the thunder in my ears. Blood—dark, too dark—pools against the grass. My palms press down, desperate, useless. “No, no, no, stay with me, light. Stay with me.” Rauth is gone in a flash of muscle and fury, his growl shredding the silence as he dives into the trees. My body jerks as though I can follow him, but I can’t—I won’t leave Elarion’s side. Mia lifts her gaze, her face as pale as the moon. “We have to move him,” she whispers, voice breaking. “Not yet.” My words come sharp, as if force alone can stop the bleeding. My vision blurs—tears or panic, I don’t know. “If we move him, it might—” Her fingers close over mine, firm despite her trem

I come to your bed, not for sleep… but clothed in the skin of seduction… I offer myself to you— an orgasm in disguise, yet truly a peace offering, before I chase the shadow of my curse. But tell me, what is pleasure in peril? My breath stutters. It is not fire I dream of, my true longing is softer than fire. It is kisses that linger like dawn, smushes that melt into laughter, cuddles that bind us tighter than vows. From the first spark of our union to its last ember, my wish stood out under the full moon to be yours in every night, to be yours in every day. Your mark burns upon my chest, a mirror of your soul etched within mine, beyond and beneath, forever seared. Look through your window. That is the path I walk. I bolt outside. There is no sign of her. The woods are silent. Do not chase me, though I know your feet will betray you. Wait for me, love. And if fate keeps me from your arms, love yourself still. Protect Elarion for me. Mia will do her best as

🌜I pull my robe back on. “Pelin! Pelin!” “Wait—wait.” My hand shoots out, gripping her wrist as she turns to me. Her eyes are wet, heavy with tears she won’t let fall. Moonlight clings to them, a glassy glow that makes her pain impossible to hide. The sight steals my breath. My voice breaks, stripped of courage. “Pelin…” Calling her name feels like the last bone holding me upright. My grip on her wrist loosens. Her words split the air, revealing a side of my story I had never seen. She stutters, barely forming the first word. “Why?” The next comes quicker, punctuated by a sharp pat on my shoulder. “Why?” Her voice hardens, breaking the air. “Answer me — why?” Her eyes blaze through tears. “Why did you do yourself like that? Why?” The question cracks, her voice faltering. “Tell me… why.” Her hand strikes again, heavier. “Why did you let them treat you like that? Did you ever think about me? Why?” Each why grows, her palm pounding against me, pain s