All Chapters of Marked By Fate: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Majesta sighed, letting her disappointment show on her face. He chuckled as he hugged her close; she took in the scent of his cologne. Magnusson could say many things, but he would never hurt her on purpose. He held her like that for a while, she let him, feeling at home in his arms. The past wasn’t here, she knew that this was their time, not Elizabeta’s time. With that knowledge, she let her hands drift down his chest, up his shirt. It was like lightning struck them both, he tried to pull away from her. She moved with him as he moved. It only took him a moment to realize she wasn’t going to stop. He sat still, letting her touch him. The knowledge from the past would come in handy at this point. She let her finger drift up his chest then dragged her nails down his skin, feeling his muscles tighten under her hands. The indrawn breath told her that he was fighting his urge to take her.“Your skin is so soft…” she said, pulling his shirt up higher. Kissing his chest and taking in the sc

“You love him that much?” Majesta ask with pity in her voice.“My love for him doesn’t matter anymore. The human laws have already said that we both will be killed for the death of that human he killed.” Amèliä told her, but she knew something that Majesta didn’t.“You stood there and watched him rip him apart, hell, you threw Rick through the wall. In truth, you helped so you deserve your punishment.” Majesta told her with tears in her eyes.“How do you know this?” Amèliä was shocked that she knew what happened.“I saw it… All of it.” Majesta cried as she recalled all that happened to Rick.She seemed to stiffen in her chair, then deflate like a balloon. Majesta didn’t have the heart to tell her that she felt bad for her. The truth was at this point she really did need to be punished for her actions. It was just as much her fault as it was his, if she had stopped Craven then Rick might have lived.“You really are a witch. There was little I could have done to save that man. Craven wa

“Why did you answer to that name?” Craven bellowed at her.“It’s my name, isn’t it?” Majesta wasn't sure what was going on.“No, it is your sister’s name. Well, your aunt in this life.” Craven explained, still confused.It was her turn to look at him like he was lost. It was like a fog was over her mind and memories, but she did know her name at least. Or did she? As he held her up he glared at the surrounding fog, she wanted to run, but couldn’t. He was stronger than any man she had ever met before. She kicked him in the shin and tried to get him to drop her, but he kept a hold on her.“You’re not sure who you are. The fog will keep you from knowing much of anything for a while. I will keep you this way until your Magnusson comes to save you.” Craven told her with an evil smile.“Let me go.” Majesta screamed at him.“Oh no, you have no idea how long I have waited to have you. To taste your blood and bring you over to our way of life. I don’t care what you want at this point; I will n

“You aren’t turning! You didn’t get enough of his blood in your system. The child will abort itself because of the vampire gene. It will take a while for you to burn off the high you will feel soon. The only way to stop this is to drink more vampire blood. There is no saving the child.” Amèliä told her, trying to get to calm down.“No!! What kind of monster is he? How the hell did you know I was carrying his child?” Majesta asked, not really wanting the answer.“Majesta, I can answer that. I could hear the heart beating. It is amazing that she lived through the fall.” Amèliä told her with so much sorrow in her voice.She fought against her logic. She most likely would have ripped her hair out if she could have, but the ropes were too tight to let her do it. She let a scream echo through the room, thrashing on the bed a little more before she felt the sun. She didn’t really know how to explain this, but it was getting light outside, she could feel it. She sort of moaned, then felt her

The night before the punishment, she sat in the room wondering what she was going to do with her life. It had been so long since she had gone to the bookstore that she didn’t feel like it anymore. She loved the bookstore, but she didn’t have the heart right now to be near it. Magnusson had been wonderful about it all, and Majesta could only love him more. Worry seemed to dance on his face more and more these days.A simple kiss would bring on tears, Majesta was sick of it. Magnusson treated her like a queen, and she didn’t want to lose that. She stood looking out into the night, wanting to scream that life wasn’t fair. The feel of his arms around her made her smile. How the hell could she move on with her life? The death of the bastard that did it all would be a great help. A slight smile spread on her face when he hugged her to his chest.“Are you sure about watching this?” Magnusson asked worried about her.“Yes, it will give me closure.” Majesta told him as she tried not to cringe