All Chapters of Marked by fate: Chapter 321 - Chapter 330

Zahra's POVBut he pulls back at the same moment.The absence hits harder than it should, leaving me reeling for a second, breath catching.Goddess, what’s wrong with me?I’m with Max, for fuck’s sake.But why don’t I feel any guilt? No remorse for what I almost did, for what I still want to do?What about Max?Zanthe just hums in my mind, completely ignoring the question.She’s no help sometimes.What’s wrong with me?I’ve been aching to get back to Max for months, since I left him at camp back in August. Now I’m back with him, it feels good… but maybe not as intense as it did last summer. What does that say about me?And then there’s this with Xander.I’ve always liked him. Always been attracted to him. But he’s my brother’s best friend and my future Alpha. He’s always been off-limits, always had a girlfriend… or Max.But now?Fuck, I don’t have any idea.Maybe it’s the trauma talking.Xander leans back, scrunching his eyes closed and breathing heavily. He’s sitting on the bed besid

Xander's POVI startle back to consciousness, disorientated and befuddled, and look around the dimly lit room. The smell hits me first, the hospital... and Zahra. I look over at the bed and see her there, but something’s wrong. She’s shaking. Hard, like she’s shivering. My hand in hers is being squeezed so tightly my fingers are turning blue. I can hear her teeth chattering behind her closed lips.I sit up, leaning in, the back of my hand pressing against her forehead. Has she got a fever? Is there an infection? She doesn’t feel feverish. I’m about to link Dr Jarvis when she opens her mouth and lets out the most blood-curdling scream I’ve ever heard. She convulses so hard terror shoots through me. Fuck, what’s wrong? Is she suffering some terrible internal pain?‘She’s asleep. Zanthe is trying to reach her, but she’s having a nightmare.’Relief, then fear and helplessness, surge through me so violently it leaves me reeling. Relief that she’s not in physical pain, fear and helplessness

Lincoln's POVAs I walk in, the noise settles slightly as heads turn. I’m still something they’re getting used to. Several she-wolves bat their eyelashes and wave. I ignore them, heading up to the top table, where my unit, any visiting packs and I eat on a raised dais at the end of the room, the rest of it laid out in rows of tables for the pack. As much as possible, I encourage everyone to eat at the same time, to help build pack unity and camaraderie. It also means we can monitor the mutterings more closely. Since Brant arrived, the mutterings have diminished, if not vanished.I take my seat at the head of the table, Brant opposite me. I watch as he texts someone, smiling, and I know it’s his mate. She’s pregnant. They just found out, hence why she didn’t come. Brant didn’t want her near potential threats. I’ve seen Arlo and Rolo checking their phones obsessively over the last few days, waiting for their mates to share the news. Once a Luna’s unit is complete, their heat cycles sync

Lincoln's POVIt’s dark, really fucking dark. My eyes take a few moments to adjust, and Lex moves forwards cautiously, paying attention. Ahead of me is a narrow corridor lined with dark polished concrete and low, dim lights in the ceiling. I follow the warrior forwards, through another series of doors. How big is this place?Then we step into what looks like an observation room or office. There are desks strewn with papers everywhere, a small conference table in the middle, and four observation windows, which I assume are one-way mirrors because I can see into all four rooms. Inside the one furthest to the left is a massive black wolf. He’s lying on his stomach, his head resting on his paws, his muzzle turned into the corner, ignoring everything. There’s a slab of what looks like deer on the other side, untouched.Jasper, King James, Gamma Greyson, several warriors, and two people in white coats are sitting around the table.The warrior and I bow to the King. He glances up.“Lincoln,

Zahra's POVI take a deep breath, then launch into it.“When we were...” I trail off, not really wanting to rehash it all again right now. “In the fighting arena, Zanthe and I protected the girls from our cage, and somehow we managed to become their Alpha.”Lucas’s eyebrows shoot up so high they nearly disappear into his hairline, and Alison inhales sharply beside me.“Are you sure?” Lucas asks.I nod. “Yeah. I was able to Alpha-order them not to give in to the bloodlust. And then I could link them, and... feel them.”His eyebrows have disappeared altogether now.“After that, we started to... add the other girls into our pack as well, and by the time we were rescued, almost all of them are in my ‘pack’.” I do air quotes around that because... why not.“But now the Task Force is trying to make them go home, and they don’t want to. They want to stay with me... but I’m not an Alpha. I don’t have a pack... I’m not sure I even want one. Not right now. And where will they all live? And—”I’