All Chapters of Marked by fate: Chapter 431 - Chapter 440

Zarha's POVLincoln's hand stills on my hip. I can feel how tense he is, how unsure. But also, how eager. His breath comes fast against my neck."Touch her here," Xander continues, and I watch his hand move toward me. His fingers trace a slow path along my inner thigh, over my dress, stopping just short of where I want him. Where I need him, and there’s too much fabric in the way... "She likes it slow at first. Teasing. Make her wait for it." For fuck sake!A frustrated noise escapes my throat, and both men chuckle."See?" Xander's eyes are dark with want when he looks at me. "She gets impatient. That's how you know you're doing something right." I blush at his words, unable to refute them.Lincoln's hand follows Xander's path, his touch slightly lighter, more hesitant. Xander leans forwards and slowly slides my skirt up over my thighs, gathering the fabric and bunching it, so Lincoln’s fingers suddenly find my heated skin and I gasp. But when his fingers finally brush against the dam

Zahra's POVWhen Tobias pulls back, I'm dazed. I have to blink several times to clear my head, and Zanthe isn't helping as she rolls about on her back, exposing herself and purring.Fucking hell, she wants her mates, alright.It's distracting, and at this point, I have no idea whose hormones are whose anymore.Tobias stands, leans down, and lifts me into his arms before sitting back down on the sofa, keeping me with him and settling me on his lap. My legs stretch out along the sofa while my back rests against the arm.Lincoln sits down by my feet, lifts them into his lap, and leans back beside Tobias.I sigh contentedly as the sparks from both of them cascade over my exposed skin.Tobias rubs a hand up and down my arm while Lincoln massages my feet and ankles.Honestly, a girl could seriously get used to this.‘We just need another one rubbing between your legs and the last one rubbing your nipples, and we'll be good to go.’Zanthe quips before sending me the filthiest fucking image o

Zahra's POVOut of the corner of my eye, I see Nicholas's eyes widen.“Mates? All... all of them are your mates?” he stammers.But Zanthe and I keep our eyes fixed on Sage.She's smiling broadly now.“Don't worry, wolf. I'm not looking at them like that. I'm just pleased my theory was correct,” she says with a small laugh. “You can sit back down. I'm no threat.”I feel hands gently tugging on my hand and waist, and I'm pulled back into a broad chest.Cedarwood and bergamot envelop me at the same time as Xander's arms do. He pulls me back down onto the sofa and settles me on his lap between Lincoln and Tobias. Tobias and Lincoln each take one of my hands, giving them reassuring squeezes.I can feel smug satisfaction and joy radiating from them, or someone. I can't focus on who just now.“I am so confused. I thought you were mates with Xander and Max?” my uncle asks.“But you also knew Thor realised she was our mate ages ago?” Tobias says.Nicholas nods. “Yes, but then when they claimed

Zarha's POVZanthe barely acknowledges me as we land.A deep chuff sounds nearby, and we turn to find three massive wolves standing behind us.The joy that floods through Zanthe at the sight of her mates is almost overwhelming.She holds her ground, allowing them to approach. Despite the fact that I know she wants nothing more than to throw herself at them and expose her belly, she remains where she is, tail high and steady, ears pricked forwards.Thor reaches us first.A low rumble leaves his chest, somewhere between a purr and a grunt. He rubs his head against Zanthe before sliding the length of his body alongside hers. She immediately returns the gesture, the two of them weaving around one another as they exchange scents.By the time they finish, both wolves are purring loudly.Atlas takes Thor's place, repeating the same greeting, followed by Lex.Zanthe practically glows with satisfaction as each of her mates greets her in turn, though beneath it I can still feel the lingering ac

Max's POVThere are so many processes in our world that would need to be thought through and dealt with before this farce could ever work. And even then, there are too many variables. If we're all mating with our mate, how would we even know whose pup it is? She-wolves tend to have a heat once or twice a year. Would we have to ensure Zahra is in a different pack each time so we all have a chance of fathering an heir?I don't want a breeding programme. I don't want a Luna who's passed around.I want a mate.I want evenings curled up together in front of a fire and mornings spooning in bed. I want lunches together in the pack house and stolen moments throughout the day to share a kiss and a few minutes alone.I want a mate.I want love.I want a family.I want a fucking drink.My heart clenches again.Medus snarls. ‘This is the family the Goddess has chosen for us.’I block him as hard as I can. I need to get out of here. Xander’s gone back downstairs, and I can hear them all talking in