All Chapters of Marked by fate: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Tobias's POVAfter five hours in the air, we finally touch down in the fae kingdom and are greeted by another convoy of cars. They take us through the city and out toward the palace. The streets are lit up, banners hanging from balconies, music drifting on the air. Clearly there has been a festival today ahead of the ball tonight. Everyone is celebrating their new prince.We crawl through the traffic, inching forward, but eventually we reach the sprawling house Aiden has rented for us. It is big enough for all of us and looks comfortable. A large modern mansion, all white render and glass, with sparse trees and precise planting along the drive, and what looks like either a long, thin swimming pool or a fountain running the length of the back garden.Inside, it is large, minimalist and very white. Aiden hands out room keys in the entrance hall, and I grab my duffel and suit bag, then head upstairs to shower and change. We only have a couple of hours before we are due to leave for the b

Aiden's POV 🌶️🌶️Jasmine’s long chestnut hair is spilling from her half-finished updo, dark strands sticking to the damp skin of her neck. The dress she spent an hour choosing is a puddle of silk on the floor. I am the reason for both.I couldn’t help myself. Seeing her like that, nearly ready, had been a special kind of torture. The elegant lines of the dress had hinted at the body beneath, and the focused, determined set of her mouth as she fixed an earring had made me want to ruin that composure completely. Now we are going to be late.Fuck, I can’t get enough of her.My hands dig into the soft flesh of her hips, guiding her rhythm as she rides me. Every downward stroke is a hot, slick slide that makes my vision blur at the edges. Her tits bounce with the motion, a beautiful, hypnotic jiggle that has my full attention. I slide my palm over the curve of one, feeling the weight of it, then I brush my thumb across her nipple. Its hard bud puckering further under my touch.A sharp ga

Aiden's POVI pace up and down the tiny hospital room they’ve shoved Tobias into, counting tiles just to keep from losing my mind.The good news is they can’t find any trace of poison and he’s finally stopped seizing. The bad news is he’s still unconscious, and just because they can’t find anything doesn’t mean he hasn’t been poisoned. This isn’t a pack hospital. They don’t have specialist werewolf equipment or proper toxin panels for our physiology, so there’s every chance they’ve missed something critical.I feel sick with worry. Thor isn’t responding to Ajax, Jace or Milo, no matter how hard our wolves push through the link, and I’m terrified something’s happened to my Alpha’s wolf that we can’t see.The hours crawl. I’m pretty sure I’m wearing a groove into the tiled floor.I called my dad and updated him as soon as the doctor finished examining Tobias. He’s assured me the medical team are on their way, but it’s a five-hour flight, plus transfer time. They’ll take at least six hour

Zahra's POVA warm hand settles on my shoulder and I glance up to see Henry watching me, his expression softer than usual. “You, ok?” he asks quietly. “I’ve never heard you scream like that.”Great. So that was not just in my head.“Yeah… nightmare,” I mutter, throat still raw. I look over at the three of them and wince when I take in the damage again. Henry’s split lip is no longer bleeding, but its swelling still, the smear of dried blood at the corner. Montague’s eye, already darkening into an impressive bruise. Jameson’s forearms, faint red marks where I apparently took a swipe.“Was that me?” I ask, pointing at Montague’s eye.He just smiles. “Even semi-conscious you put up one hell of a fight, Private.”“Sorry,” I say, grimacing. “I don’t like being restrained, and I was still half in the nightmare.”“No harm done,” Jameson says briskly, brushing it off.Henry leans back against the end of the bed, folding his arms. “So then, Zahra, you’ve had a busy few days while I was recover

Zahra's POVI am squashed into the back of the SUV, trapped in the middle because of course they put the smallest one between two mountains. My shoulders are pressed into solid muscle on both sides. Nicholson is driving, jaw set, eyes on the road as we speed toward the military airfield.I pull my phone from my shirt pocket and unlock it. Edwardo handed it back as we climbed into the SUV. I wait for it to power up, staring at the black screen like I can bully it into being faster.Notifications start pinging in.The first is from Max.Max: I can’t wait to see you with your new ink, what time do you think you’ll be done and I’ll come and get you? We’re just heading out to the lake. XxxI frown and scroll down, expecting a flood.Nothing.No follow-up. No “where are you?” No “are you okay?” Just that.The next one is from Xander.Xander: Hey, are you coming down later? XxAnd that’s it from him too.My chest tightens. I scroll again, hoping I missed something, but the next message is fr