Marked by fate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 20

Zahra's POVIt’s a three‑hour drive back to Blood Moon, and I don’t have anyone else to see here, so once we finish our drinks, we call it. Alison promises food is waiting. So, there's no point waiting around here. I can't wait for some of Lacey’s cooking!We split into three cars. The boys pile into Xander’s SUV. Lucas and Alison take Lucas's Audi estate. In theory Henry and I could squeeze in with them, but our driver is already booked to carry us on to Blood Moon, and the back seat of the Academy SUV is a lot more comfortable, we stretch out and I quickly fall asleep. I wake as we approach blood moon, the familiar scents causing nostalgia to hit like a wave. Goddess it’s good to be Home. Already I notice a few differences though, the old boundary fence has been replaced- no doubt the new one encompasses the new territory around Silver Dawn. No one has said the word merger yet, but Brant and Nicholas's sporadic updates filled in the blanks years ago. That’s a conversation for another

Zahra's POVWe chatter and banter catching up on three years of pack gossip, while I much my way through a stack of sandwiches almost as tall as I am. Afterwards, I head up to my room, planning to shower and get ready for the gathering. However, when I get into my quiet old room, I’m unable to settle, I fail at finding a phone charger, so my phone remains blank and silent. That combined with not training today or properly yesterday, I’m feeling fractious.I can’t sit still. My skin feels too tight, nerves fizzing under it. If I don’t move, I’ll climb the walls. I’ve got an hour before everyone else arrives, so I pull on a training set, twist my hair into a messy bun, and take the stairs down to the basement gym.The space smells faintly of rubber matting faint citrus cleaner, and Alpha Lucas. A few machines face the mirror and the old punch bag hangs in its usual corner. I shove in my earbuds, put my iPod onto random shuffle and set the treadmill to a brutal incline and a pace that bor

Xander's POVThe guys all roll their eyes, and Eliot doesn’t bother to disguise his groan of annoyance.‘The girls are not going to like her following us home, man,’ Zach links me.‘I know, but you know what she’s like. She’ll be impossible to get rid of now.’Zach met his mate Amara at the Night Howlers’ mating ball, just after we turned eighteen. We had gone as a meet-up with the guys following camp, but also in the hopes we might be allowed to see Zahra. But when we were there, Brice—Brant’s dad—told us it wasn’t allowed. It was devastating. Then as soon as we walked into the ballroom, Zach stiffened and all but charged across the room into Amara’s arms. They mated and marked each other within two days. Amara transferred to our pack and school to finish off her final year before the end of the month. She’s amazing—kind, funny, clever—a perfect match for Zach. She’s also a great Beta. She wasn’t of Beta blood originally, though there is Beta lineage in her family. Her mother’s father

Xander's POV“You shouldn’t have come.” I fight down the growl rising in my throat. “We’re barely going to be here before camp. I’d hate for you to have travelled so far just to head home tomorrow.”“Oh, don’t be silly, babe. I’m going to stay here, spend time with your family and the girls. I’m not going home tomorrow.” She beams.Mum’s eyebrows climb higher, and from the look on her face this is news to her. She doesn’t look thrilled about my so-called girlfriend inviting herself to stay.Before I can say a word, Zach and Mara walk in from the hall. They stop short. Zach’s eyes lock with mine.‘Dude, what the fuck is she doing here?’‘I have no fucking clue. She just turned up.’‘Ah shit. The girls are going to go nuts.’‘You just wait.’ I Grimace knowing what the guys will say, when their mates all complain to them. They exchange pleasantries with Helena, and she and Mara share the fakest cheek kiss I’ve ever seen. Mara’s grimace is barely disguised.Goddess, why haven’t I dumped h

Xander's POVFuck.I’m panting, my heart a frantic drum against my ribs. It feels like I’ve just sprinted a mile. The evidence of my dream is a cooling, sticky mess plastered across my abs and soaking through my boxers. I stare up at the dark ceiling, trying to catch my breath, trying to make my brain work.I haven’t had a wet dream in years. And I have never come that hard from one. It was a full-body explosion, a seizure of pleasure that ripped me right out of the fantasy and into this cold, shameful reality.Zahra. Fuck!Her name echoes in my skull, a siren’s call and a death toll all at once. I just fantasized about my best friend’s little sister. I fucked her on the porch of the lake house in my mind. I can still feel the ghost of her body under my hands, the phantom heat of her around my cock. My dick gives a painful, oversensitive throb at the memory, a traitorous pulse of interest.What the hell is wrong with me?For three years, my entire world has been Max. His dark eyes, his