Todos los capítulos de Marked by fate: Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

Tobias's POVThe afternoon is a blur. I’ve no fucking clue what I did, or didn’t do. After seeing the stricken look on Max’s face, I don’t remember anything else.I’m back in my suite now. I’ve showered, and now I’m sitting staring at the blank TV in silence, my mind a weird combination of static and swirling thoughts. Thor has retreated again, and walled off his emotions. The quiet loneliness of my head is depressing.Fuck this. I need a drink.I stand and head to the fridge in the kitchen, pausing as I feel a link coming in.It’s Reeves, and I’m suddenly really confused. I open it.‘Yes, Reeves?’‘Your Highness, I have the future Alpha of the Shadow Pack here. He says he’s been invited to join you this evening?’Oh shit. I completely forgot.Lincoln.‘Yes. Sorry, Reeves, I forgot to tell you earlier. Please can you escort him up to my front door. Avoid the main residence, please.’‘Yes, sir.’Reeves knows to bring Lincoln up to the servants’ door that allows direct access into the su

Lincoln's POVI try very hard to keep my mouth closed as the royal butler leads me through the castle. I’ve been here before, but never to the private residences upstairs. The opulence is staggering. The luxurious rug I’m walking on is so plush, and exquisitely embroidered. The tapestries on the walls, hell, even the thick massive curtains draping every window lining this corridor, I think have real gold sewn into the fabric. It’s so… extra.The butler, whose name I’ve already forgotten, leads me through a narrow door hidden in the wall, and I have to turn sideways to fit my shoulders through. Then we head up the dark, narrow stone stairs behind it. I frown to myself. I’m fairly sure I’m not in the servants’ corridors, and confusion needles at me.We climb several flights of stairs in this narrow passage, the treads steep and bare. When we reach a landing, Reeves finally pushes open another panel in the blank wall, and we find ourselves on a small landing. This one’s better decorated,

Lincoln's POV“what happened?” Tobias asks, his voice soft.I scoff, because if I don’t, I’m going to break.“Dad said she was killed in an accident, running around getting things ready to spoil me. For years that’s what I believed.”My throat burns. If it wasn’t for me… she’d still be here. The thought is automatic, like my father carved it into me.“if she hadn’t been out getting me things for the day, she’d still be here.”My father loved to spew that at me. That it was all my fault she died. That spoiling me led to her death. That I was the reason the only person who ever made me feel wanted got taken away.“But Mark,” I clear my throat. Mark, my father’s Beta, who’s been more like a father to me than anyone. Mark, the only other person to mourn my mother, her true mate. “he said she was killed in an accident because Dad was cheating on her. He believes the pain from the infidelity caused her to crash.”I shrug, like that makes it lighter. Like any of it will ever be anything othe

Edwardo's POV“We have eleven warriors who have been unable to complete stage one, and the captains feel they won’t this time round, if ever,” Blake says as we run through the early morning mist rising off the ground through the woods.I grunt in reply. The course results have been mixed this year. On the one hand, we’ve had three warriors complete the course in almost record time. On the other, the majority have been slow. The slowest completion times we’ve ever recorded. However, it’s also the lowest number of non-completions I’ve seen. Only eleven failing to pass stage one. I don’t think we’ve ever had a number that low.It should feel like a win.Instead, it’s frustrating. With everything going on with the kidnapped she wolves and the rogues, taking the entire summer to get these results feels like a luxury we can’t afford.We run through the forest towards the mountain trail, our feet pounding in unison, breath steady, bodies moving on instinct alone. My mind, however, is already

Zahra's POVTwenty minutes drags like an hour when you’re sat under fluorescent lighting with nothing to do but anticipate. I watch the door. I watch Grady. I watch the other warriors and try to read their shoulders, their hands, their breathing. Everyone is pretending not to give a shit. Everyone is lying.The door opens again.I’m surprised to see Wentworth, Highgrove, and Edwardo enter.My stomach clenches painfully.What the fuck is the General doing here? Surely, he stays at the manor. Surely, he doesn’t travel out to the Pen to deliver mission assignments. Fuck. maybe that’s not whats happening.‘Calm down and wait and see’ Zanthe sounds exasperated now.The whole room moves as one. We stand and salute.Edwardo acknowledges us, expression hard, “Be seated,” he says.We obey, chairs squeaking as we sit. He takes a seat on one of the chairs lining the wall, alongside Highgrove and Wentworth. Grady remains standing at the front, document still in hand.Edwardo’s presence changes th