《Marked by fate》全部章節：第 441 章 - 第 450 章

Xander's POVLex and Atlas stand side by side as we watch Zanthe move to Medus and rub her head over his shoulder, scent-marking him. Then she slowly and carefully starts to clean the wounds Thor inflicted on his flank, neck, and belly. Medus stands stoically, his head following her movements around his body.No one moves.I’m still reeling from the fact that Medus just marked Zanthe, and then doubly so from the fact that Zanthe alpha commanded him and Tobias.‘I think it’s more surprising that it was Tobias. He’s the future Alpha King. No one other than his father is supposed to be able to command him,’ Atlas says, sounding as stunned as I feel.And he’s right. Tobias isn’t just another Alpha. He’s the future King. The idea that Zanthe could command him at all is enough to make my head spin, but the fact that he obeyed? Fuck. None of us understands what just happened.The events that happened before this all seem to have paled into insignificance now, even though the wolves apparentl

Xander's POVI watch as Zahra snuggles into Tobias's broad chest, his chin resting on top of her head. I want to do something nice for her.Actually, what I really want is to take her on a date, but I think that might be a little insensitive right now. I doubt she's in the mood.What else would work?‘Why not do something altogether?’ Atlas muses, flashing me an image of all the wolves eating together.Yeah, we're not doing that again for a while.But maybe I could cook a nice dinner... or maybe a picnic?The island has plenty of space around the house. There's the small copse of trees, the rose beds and shrubs Mum planted, and the stretch of lawn overlooking the water. We could get some blankets and eat outside. Maybe watch the sunset.It's an idea.We could even get a cake and have a little birthday party, seeing as we never celebrated her birthday.I lurch to my feet.Shit.Zahra hasn't had any of her birthday presents.Not only did we miss her birthday, but she spent the day uncons

Zahra's POVI can't stop crying.I swear the bath has gone up by at least a couple of centimetres since I got in. My eyes are stinging and my throat aches, but I can't stop.Fuck, this hurts.I don't know what's worse: the idea that Max wanted to reject the bond before, or knowing that even after we've partially completed it, he still wants to reject it.I'd let myself hope. That's the worst part. For a few glorious minutes, I'd believed everything was going to be okay. That Max had finally accepted us. Accepted me. And now that hope feels like a knife twisting in my chest.‘We don't know that,’ Zanthe hums soothingly.‘Why else would he leave?’ I sob back at her.She doesn't reply.She has no answers for me.When the water becomes too cold to be comfortable, I climb out. Lincoln has left a fluffy white towel warming on the towel rail for me, and I grab it, wrapping myself in it before heading into the bedroom.The towel is warm and soft against my skin, and the simple thoughtfulness

Zarha's POVXander leads me onto a stack of cushions and has me sit down. The others arrange themselves around me, Tobias reclining back on his side, one leg bent as he rests on his elbow, the picture of relaxed elegance. Xander sits cross-legged in front of me, and Lincoln settles on my other side with his knees bent in front of him. For such large men, they look strangely small sitting on the ground.It makes me grin.“I thought we could have a little picnic dinner tonight, do something different, and celebrate your birthday,” Xander says as he reaches into a basket I hadn’t noticed and pulls out four champagne glasses and a bottle.My birthday feels like a lifetime ago. I hadn’t really thought about celebrating it, not properly, not after everything that happened, but the fact they have makes my throat tighten.Tobias sits up and takes the bottle from him, opening it deftly and pouring the glasses while Xander tilts them for him. Xander then passes them to us all while Tobias puts

Zahra's POVThree sets of arms hold me, stroking and soothing me while I cry.They murmur words of comfort and reassurance, soft sounds against my hair, my shoulder, my back, but I barely hear them. Their voices reach me like they're coming from somewhere far away, muffled beneath the roar of everything cracking open inside my chest.I try really hard to soak in the three amazing mates I have. The ones who are here. The ones holding me together when I feel like I might come apart completely. The ones who want me.But all I can think about is the one who doesn't.Guilt twists through the grief, sharp and ugly, because these three are giving me everything. Comfort. Patience. Love. And still, some broken part of me keeps reaching for the empty space Max left behind.I hate it. Hate that he can hurt me this much without even being here.So, I force myself to breathe. I focus on their scents, their three heartbeats, the gentle sound of their breathing in the still air, and the comforting h