All Chapters of Marked by fate: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

Edwardo's POVThe drive back to the house is silent, and by the time we pull into the drive the sky has paled into the pre-dawn light. I feel so empty. My panic has given way now, but in its wake, I feel hollowed out. I’ve lost assets and warriors before, but this is so different. This isn’t just a missing operative. It’s a girl I helped raise into a weapon. This is Zahra. I’ve known her for years. I’ve trained her. I’ve watched over her. I knew the decision to put her on this mission was fucking stupid, but she was also the best person for the job, and I know if anyone will survive this situation, she will.But fuck do I want to get her back.We walk into the house to find Fremont, Ross, Delmont, and Avon all sitting around the kitchen island, coffee in hand, laptops out.“What are you doing?” Webster asks as she walks in ahead of me.“Trying to access local security feeds around the club to see if we can catch any sign of her,” Delmont says.“Good,” I say, heading over and putting o

Max's POVI’m spared the need to say anything else, or for her to interrogate me, as Xander strides into the room.He doesn’t look at me. He heads straight for the coffee.“Morning,” he says, leaning against the counter to sip his drink, keeping his distance, like he has ever since…“Morning, darling,” Alison says, a gentle laugh in her voice. “Too excited to sleep as well?”He nods. “Something like that… do we know what time she’s expected?”I shake my head. “She didn’t know. It depends what time she’s done, and then travel time. I’m sure she’ll let us know when she knows her ETA.”He nods at that.“You going to head over to the new pack house to check it out today?” Alison asks. “It’s coming on well. You’re going to have to start making decisions soon.”“I’ll tell the guys to speak to the interior designer, but I think I’m going to keep my section of the Alpha floor just on first fix until I find my mate,” Xander says into his mug.Alison smiles. “Good idea. I’m sure they’ll want so

Edwardo's POVSeven days, Seven fucking days. The rumble of engines drones against my ears as we descend through the cloud layer, heading in to land. The flight’s not been long, only two hours, but it feels like I’ve been in this tiny metal box for a fucking lifetime.While I’ve been in the air, I’ve not been able to search. From the looks on their faces, the rest of the team feels much the same way.I finally gave the order this morning to pack up the house and leave after there was no movement at the cabin for six days, and Thompson’s team haven’t been able to get us any new images from the area. They got one grainy view of the back of the club, from a private business camera across the street. It showed three men taking Zahra and Corrine and putting them into the back of a black van. But as it was from a camera across the street and round a slight corner, the view is terrible and the image quality is all but useless. If you didn’t know what to look for, you’d have completely misse

Tobias's POVMy body shakes as I try really fucking hard to swallow these sobs. I can’t fall apart like this. Thor is snarling inside my mind, the most present and alert he’s been in months, and I’m terrified he’ll seize control and overpower me again. As much as he’s fucked up, Dad will not be pleased if Thor attacks his General.I blink my eyes clear as Dad speaks, his tone lethal.“So, I’ll ask that question again, General. Where is Zahra? Where is your future Luna Queen?”I watch his words hit home. The colour drains from Edwardo’s face like the tide pulling back. He stumbles into his chair. Blake beside him has his head in his hands. I glance at Nicholas. He looks like he’s been hit over the head with something heavy.This is not how, or when, I wanted him to find out. I hadn’t put much effort into thinking about how, but I knew it wouldn’t be this. I had hoped Zahra and I would tell her family together. But the cat’s out of the fucking bag now.I hold my breath, waiting for some

Xander's POVI'm warm when I wake. There's a heaviness over my body, and the gentle press of moist air against my neck. I stir as I regain consciousness, and I smell Max everywhere.That's when I remember I'm in his bed, and everything that happened crashes back into me.I turn my face slightly and see the top of his head. He's wrapped around me, his leg thrown over and between mine, his arm across my chest. His face is shoved into my neck, and his deep breathing suggests he's still fast asleep.I don't want to disturb him. Given how distraught he was, it may be best to keep him asleep for a while, at least until we know more.I slide out of the bed as carefully as I can. Trying not to wake him, I move slowly, but he still rolls onto his stomach with a soft grunt before going still again. His breathing steadies, returning to normal.I head into my room and grab my phone from my discarded jeans on the floor. I glance at the screen.3:30 p.m.I've only slept for three and a half hours,