Marked by fate의 모든 챕터: 챕터 101 - 챕터 110

Zahra's POVBefore I fully process that it is over, we are already heading back upstairs. The elevator doors slide closed, and dread gathers low in my stomach. I don’t want to see him. Not like this. Not when I know for a fact he’s not left. Of course, he’s not left.The guard steps back into position by the door as we approach, giving me a small nod as I pass. The acknowledgement is strange. Why the hell is he even here?Xander, Zach, and Max are still in yesterday’s workout clothes, their shirts rumpled, streaked with dirt and sweat from training. The sight should be disgusting, but honestly, I am grateful my sense of smell is muted without Zanthe fully awake. I don’t think my ribs could handle gagging.Dark circles frame their eyes. Their expressions are tight and drawn. They look like they’ve been dragged backward through the night and then dumped in this room.The bed rolls back into place with a soft click against the brakes, and they turn as one to face me.I keep my eyes train

Zahra's POVThere is a long, heavy pause. Then I hear the quiet shaky exhale he tries and fails to muffle. The sound scrapes at something deep inside me. I don’t want it to affect me, but it does. I made myself look at him just now, and the image won’t leave my mind. He looks drawn and exhausted. His shoulders slump as if he’s been carrying something far too heavy for far too long. There’s a leanness to him he didn’t have before, like sleep and food have been optional for a while.And damn him, but I’m worried about him, even after everything. The realisation annoys me almost as much as the pain radiating through my body.The door clicks shut.Silence settles over the room again. I try to shift and immediately regret

Tobias's POV 🌶️🌶️I take the palace stairs two at a time. My watch flashes half three in the morning. The castle is silent. A few guards nod as I pass, but otherwise the corridors feel hollow and cold.I doubt I’ll sleep. Not after sinking into hours of unconsciousness in that chair beside her, no matter how fucked my posture was.The residence door clicks shut behind me. The only light on is a small lamp in the living room. Everyone must be asleep. Felix is off visiting a friend’s pack as usual. My parents’ and Lotty’s scents linger faintly, they must be asleep.I head straight upstairs. My quarters feel too empty. Too neat. Too quiet. I strip down to my boxers and collapse onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The shadows outside tilt and sway with the breeze, shuddering across the ceiling like restless ghosts.I forgot to close the curtains. But now I can’t be bothered to get up and do it.Instead, I lay there and watch them. Thinking. Thinking about my beautiful mate, and the

Tobias's POVThe women bustle out, chatting animatedly, and Greyson follows, giving my dad a nod as he goes. Aiden follows behind him, flashing me a look and a small nod. It eases something very small inside me. But I’m still tense. I will be, until I can see her progress with my own eyes.The room is quiet in their wake, Nicholas, Dad, Jasper, Baxter, Marcus and me remain. The others all still eating their breakfast. I take a seat, and start to fill a plate for myself. Marcus pours me a mug of coffee and I shoot him a grateful look.Baxter exhales and drags a hand through his hair.“She must have been nailing it, to have tried to keep fighting on a shattered femur this early into the course.”“Edwardo said she was outstanding.”My voice comes out low and rough, still unused this morning, thick with emotion.Dad leans forward, elbows on the table, fingers steepled.“I want a full investigation into how this happened. I thought there were protocols in place to prevent this level of dam

Zahra's POVWhen I turn my head, Max is watching me. Not in the creepy way, not like he is studying an injury or waiting for me to break. He is just… looking. Like he is memorising something. Like he is glad I am here and breathing and talking.And that does something dangerous inside me.“What?” I say, suddenly self-conscious.He smiles. “Nothing. I just like looking at you. I’ve not had much chance in years.”It echoes what he texted yesterday morning, and it sends heat up my neck. I look away, pretending to be very interested in the blanket.The nurse re-enters carrying a tray with a covered plate on it. She positions the rolling table over my lap, careful of my suspended leg. The cloche lifts with a soft scrape, and the smell of food hits me like a glorious punch. Eggs, bacon, sausage, beans and toast. My stomach growls so loudly it might as well have answered for me.There is a carton of orange juice tucked at the side. Max’s stomach rumbles right after mine, and I glance toward h