All Chapters of Marked by fate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Zahra's POVMy stomach tightens. Goddess, why am I reacting like this. He probably just went for food or a shower. Or the toilet. Something normal. He didn't leave. He wouldn't leave without saying goodbye… would he? Surely not after that kiss. This is Max we are talking about.Except the silence stretches and my mind starts spinning. Fuck, what if I just built all that up in my head. Maybe he only kissed me because he felt bad, or awkward, or… gods, I don't know. Max likes Xander. What if I am just the pathetic third point of the triangle, imagining tension where there is none.Zanthe stirs, yawning sleepily in the back of my mind. She feels warm and distant, like she is floating just above consciousness. I wish she would wake up properly so I could talk to her. I need her calm, her certainty, her ability to shut down my spiralling thoughts with a single annoyed comment. Instead, I am stuck with my own brain, which is about as helpful as a soggy biscuit.My chest tightens again. I am

Max's POVI watch as Zahra’s bed is wheeled out of the door. Goddess, I cannot remember the last time I felt this good. Despite the fucking uncomfortable night in that chair, I feel incredible. I slept beside my mate. I held her. She looked so much better this morning. I knew she’d heal faster if I stayed with her. Even an incomplete mate bond speeds things up when you are close enough.When Xander and Zach tried to get me to leave last night, I just couldn’t. So, I doubled back and came straight back to her. Best decision ever.I am uncomfortable now though. I really want my own clothes. And another shower. I grab my phone and see I have only five percent battery left. I need to charge it too. I don’t know how long Zahra will be, but if I hurry, maybe we will get back at the same time.I head out of the room. The guard is still standing by the door. I give him a nod and walk to the nurses’ station at the end of the hall.There’s a nurse working at the desk.“Excuse me, good morning,”

Max's POVI walk out of the hospital and around to the front entrance of the academy building. The headquarters of the Elite Task Force looms above me, the beautiful old stone façade quietly intimidating.I knock.I really don’t want to just stride in uninvited. ‘Again,’ Medus grumbles.Yes, thanks for that. Very helpful.I wait for what feels like ages before a warrior finally opens the door.He gives me a slow once-over, eyebrow lifting. “Yes? Can I help you?”“I need to collect some clothes for Cadet Larkin.”“Who?”“Zahra.” My jaw twitches. “She’s taking part in the course. She’s in the hospital and needs clothes.”He shrugs, completely unfazed. “Wait here. I’ll see if I can find someone who knows who you’re talking about.”He turns and strolls off like he has all the time in the fucking world.I wait. And wait. And wait.By the fifteen-minute mark, Medus is pacing in the back of my mind, tail lashing. I am about to bang on the door again when Henry appears in the entryway.“M

Zahra's POVMy face flames. I stare at the sheets because I cannot possibly look him in the eye after that thought.But then I feel his breath again, warm and minty, ghosting across my mouth. I glance up, and he is leaning in—eyes fixed on my lips, nose a breath away—waiting, asking.I close the gap.As we kiss, something shifts inside me. I feel Max’s emotions press against mine—quiet, blurred, like they are slipping into the edges of my own thoughts. Hunger, need, something warm and steady that makes my chest tighten. It isn’t overwhelming like it can be with Zanthe, and it isn’t clear enough to understand, but it’s there. A faint echo of what he’s feeling, brushing up against me as if my mind has cracked open just slightly to let him in.And gods, it makes me want him even more.And gods, it makes me want him even more.I don’t know how long we stay like that. When Max finally pulls back, I sway, dizzy, because apparently, I forgot how to breathe.“Goddess, I love kissing you. I c

Lincoln's POVI pull out the blindfold and place it over my eyes. Sam steps in and does it up behind my head for me, and I’m plunged into complete darkness. Fuck knows what this thing is made of, because I can’t see shit. Not even light around the edges.Someone, Baxter I assume, clasps my shoulders and steers me into place. My stomach tightens. This is disorientating. I can hear my breathing way louder than normal, every inhale scraping inside my chest.Lex stretches in my mind.‘Focus on everything else,’ he says, his presence steady as he helps me tap into the sounds around me using his hearing. He comes forward, sharing space. It’s easier to let him in now that I can’t see anything. I don’t know why, it just is. ‘Use the air currents. The ground vibrations.’‘Help me,’ I implore. Fuck pride. I need him right now.He taps into his own senses, feeding the information into me. Suddenly the world shifts. I can feel air currents over my skin in a way I wasn’t aware of before. I pick up