บททั้งหมดของ Marked By My Captive Alpha: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 47

Damien's POV Three of my men walked into my office—Vin, Toby, and Blake. I'd sent them out weeks ago to dig into Aria's past, scrape up anything that might explain the spell, the nightmares, the fragments of memories bleeding through her sleep.They looked like they'd been through hell, but what was begining to annoy me was the fact that their hands were empty.I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled. "Well?"Marcus cleared his throat. "Nothing, Alpha."My jaw ticked. "Nothing.""We searched every registry. Every old pack archive. Every abandoned territory in the region." Blake stepped forward, expression grim. "There's no record of her. No birth certificate. No pack transfer logs. It's like she appeared out of thin air.""Impossible.""We know," Toby muttered. "But it's like she didn't exist before she showed up at that shithole pack."I pushed to my feet slowly, feeling the beast inside me coil tighter. "You're telling me that a werewolf just appears out of thin air? No fucking

Aria's POVI woke before the sun.My body ached a little, my throat was raw from crying, and my chest still felt like it had been split open and left to bleed. But underneath all of that was something else.Anger.I was done. Done letting other people decide what happened to me. Done being some fragile thing everyone else had to protect or use or break.I sat up carefully, trying not to wake Damien. He was sprawled on his back beside me, one arm thrown over his head, his chest rising and falling in steady breaths.But I wasn't crying anymore.I slipped out of bed and grabbed a pair of leggings and a sports bra from the dresser. My hands shook a little as I tied my hair back, but I forced them steady.By the time Damien stirred, I was already lacing up my sneakers."What are you doing?" he asked, his voice rough with sleep."Getting ready," I said without looking at him."For what?"I turned and met his gaze head-on. "Training."He sat up slowly, frowning. "You're still recovering.""I

Aria's POV I didn't know what to say to that.Part of me wanted to ask if she was okay, if she was hurt, if she needed anything.But Damien was already striding toward the packhouse, and I had to jog to keep up.We moved through the corridors in silence, and I could feel the tension rolling off him in waves.When we reached the infirmary wing, two warriors stood guard outside one of the private rooms.They nodded at Damien and stepped aside.He pushed the door open and entered.I followed.Sofia was sitting up in bed, her dark hair tangled around her shoulders, her face pale but her eyes bright.She looked so much like Damien it was startling. Same sharp cheekbones, same strong jaw, same intensity in her gaze.But where Damien's eyes were cold and calculating, hers were warm.She turned when we entered, and her face lit up."Damien," she breathed.He crossed the room in three long strides and pulled her into his arms.She clung to him, and I saw her shoulders shake.I looked away, fee