All Chapters of Marked by fate: Chapter 371 - Chapter 380

Aiden's POVJasmine’s hand is small but warm in mine as we sit in the hospital corridor. Grey dawn light spills through the window at the far end, thin and cold, and I realise we’ve been here all night.Jasper had to run off a couple of hours ago when we remembered we’d left Felix and Kirsten in the panic room. That went down about as well as a ton of shit, apparently Kirsten was apoplectic at being in there so long, but no one really cares about that now.Tobias is back.He’s asleep, but he’s back.Relief sits heavy in my chest, tangled up with something sharper. Because he’s here, breathing, alive… but none of us know what that actually means yet. Whether he’s really come back to us, or if we’ve only got half of him. Whether Thor will return. Whether he’ll still be our Alpha in the ways that matter.And yeah… buried under all of that is the thought none of us want to touch.What this means for the throne.I shove it down hard. That’s not what matters. Not right now.Jasmine’s thumb

Tobias's POVThe scent of bacon greets me first, with awareness following slowly behind it.My body feels less raw than it did before I fell asleep, but it is still far too sensitive, and I wince as I shift beneath the sheet. The fabric against my bare legs feels rough enough to scrape skin. When I try to open my eyes, my eyelids feel stiff and gritty, almost welded shut, and it takes more effort than it should to force them apart.I breathe in again, deeper this time, and the smell of bacon and eggs reaches me properly. Coffee too, rich and bitter beneath the salt and grease, and orange juice, sharp and sweet. My stomach growls so loudly it almost startles me, but thirst is worse. My throat feels dry and scratched raw, like I have been breathing dust for days, and my tongue sticks unpleasantly to the roof of my mouth.I blink into the dim room, squinting against the low light even though it is not bright. A soft strip of illumination runs around the cornice at the top of the walls, a

Tobias's POVLincoln’s phone pings again, and he glances down at the screen. His brow furrows almost immediately.“What is it?” I ask as his frown deepens while he reads.He huffs under his breath and shakes his head before turning the phone face down on the bed. “Nothing. Just pack stuff.”But he looks irritated.“What?” I press.He sighs, rubbing a hand across his forehead. “Just some warriors complaining about the new patrol and training schedules, and my brother and his old unit kicking off again.”“That doesn’t sound like nothing.”Wait.Pack stuff?I look at him properly then, really look, and suddenly it clicks into place. The difference in him that I noticed earlier but had been too exhausted to understand.I scent him again, more carefully this time.Alpha.The dominance rolling off him is unmistakable now, woven through his scent and aura in a way it never was before.Emotion unfurls heavily in my chest.I fucking missed it.After everything, after all the plans we made grow

Tobias's POVThe room falls silent as I stare at my father, numb and unable to process everything that means.“Now you’re back and recovering, it will of course default back to you, as stated in pack law,” Dad says carefully. “But we’ll need to complete the relevant paperwork and have the Council formally clear you.”Nicholas’s mouth tightens from where he stands near the wall. “And until that happens, we need to be careful.”I look at him. “Careful?”“Kirsten knows enough to be dangerous,” Nicholas says. “She knows Felix can challenge if he wants to keep the title, and she knows your reinstatement isn’t official yet, and she’s also clever enough to put two and two together and assume more vulnerable than usual right now.”Wait, who the fuck is Kirsten? The room seems to cool around me.Dad’s expression hardens. “Which is why your security will remain tight until the Council signs off and your position is restored.”I blink at him, unable to say anything.“Also,” Jasper says from agai

Tobias's POVMarcus and Lincoln hover as I walk slowly up the steps outside the front of the castle. They keep hovering as I move through the entrance hall and towards the family wing, but I already know before we reach the stairs that I am not going to make it all the way up. Instead, I head for the lifts at the back.The good thing is that the lift will take me directly to my apartment without me needing to walk past the other suites or through my family’s rooms. I have no idea where Felix and his mate are living, but I do not want to run into either of them when I feel this drained.No one comments as I walk, even though I slow down the closer we get to the lifts.When Marcus pushes open the door to my suite, the smell hits me first. The air is stale, despite the recent scent of cleaning products underneath it. No one has been in here while I have been… away. Mum must have had it cleaned hastily now that I am back, but cleaning cannot disguise months of emptiness.Lincoln takes my