บททั้งหมดของ Marked and forsaken : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

She isn’t even surprised to see me.Dolly pivots, stepping between me and the tavern as if she can hide whatever’s happening there. “Let’s go,” she says.The wolf in me refuses to be swayed by the gesture, but her look is not a parry — it is intent. By necessity, we go together into the woods beside the tavern. She drops the knife into her hand again, casual, dangerous.“Why are you following me?” she repeats.I stay steady, face composed, though my insides flicker. She does not know what she did?. I pull the pouch from my belt and hold it out — slow, deliberate — to force the revelation into the open: the pouch taken from the body of the she-wolf that attacked Elarion Her eyes snap to it. Rage resets her like a struck bell. She snatches the pouch from my hand. “Give me that. Where did you see it? Did you take it from this tavern? How long have you been following me?”“Hush.” I turn my face away and back, cold. “Really? This is how you react? You can’t buy me with this. You cannot bu

😡 “Answer me!” My voice is a storm breaking loose. “You have the audacity to come here and claim me? Now you want the child I begged you to acknowledge—the son you rejected before he even drew his first breath? And now, because a hidden mark rises to the surface, you dare call me your true mate?” My snarl cuts the air. “Answer me, you shameless Alpha.” Varyn straightens, his wolf prowling in his eyes. “Serenya. I am an Alpha of command, not chatter. What I speak, you breathe. You belong to me. I bet None dared touch you—none dared even breathe near you—at the sound of my name and the mention of my fangs glowing between your thighs.” His cheap boast scalds my skin. My wolf rakes against my ribs, but I choke back the truth burning in my chest: the second mark. A true king’s brand seared into me, hidden. My mother’s warning tolls like a bell of doom—the second mark must never be revealed. I watch Varyn glory in his hollow strength. “Prepare yourself. Return with the young

🪷”Yeah, I have a strong feeling about it.” “That morning, as I left, a shadow passed me in the woods. At my mother’s land, I saw a wolf in outcast attire. And lastly…” I pause, letting the words hit the weight of the moment, “…how did Varyn’s queen know I had your mark burning on my left chest? She reached for it… accurately.” Rauth’s eyes darken instantly, his jaw tightening. The shadow of danger slides over him, sharp and silent. “It could be anyone,” I murmur. “One of the shadows we trust… feeding information, plotting against us.” He takes a slow, deliberate breath, fangs glinting . His eyes scan the room, sharp and calculating, every corner seeming to hold a threat. “The pack cannot know… not yet,” he says, low and steady, steel threading through his words. “If the mole senses we’re aware, we lose everything.” Even in his calm, I can feel the storm coiling beneath the surface—the wolf ready to strike at anyone daring to betray us. For a brief, tense moment, the war

Being dragged away in shackles, my heart travels back to Rauth. He must not come out. His heart will survive easier without the sight of this. The tyrant—an Alpha swollen with ego—rides ahead of me, shoulders lifted high, as if parading me like this could pacify the shame of his rejected mate being marked by another male. The back of his head shows me the cruelty of hierarchy: the higher you stand, the greater your sins are disguised as righteousness. Varyn never bore judgment for using me, abandoning me, leaving me with child. Yet now he stands as judge, executing me for being loved by another. The night is long as I shuffle in chains behind the wolf who ruined me. By morning I wake in a cage, and the light reveals our location: the west castle, where Varyn rules in mediocrity. My heart runs wild in peril. I pray Rauth does not take a rash step. Just a little longer, King. I’ll mend the terror I placed you in— if only my life will suffice. At the sight of how many packs

“🌜But the nerve of you, to come here with that attitude,” Varyn taunts, circling Rauth. His smile is a blade. “I don’t see why you’re pained. You took advantage of her, and when you were done you discarded her behind some mark’s defense. Now you stand here—an Alpha without honor—lecturing me about rule-breaking?” “Watch your mouth, Rauth.” Varyn’s voice flares hot, the air trembling with it. Rauth’s eyes narrow, cold and gleaming. “I came to remind you—the death of my mother severed every tie I had with this clan. And with that said—give me my Luna.” “Your Luna?” Varyn gasps. His teeth bare. “After your dead body will you ever set eyes on Serenya again.” Rauth’s wolf bristles, muscles taut, fist rising to strike. I break. I run into the open. “Vaelor!” My scream tears the moment apart. His fist halts midair. His head snaps toward me, gaze searching, disbelieving it’s truly me. Varyn too stands stunned, as does the crowd—none expected me free of my cell. But what cuts deepe