All Chapters of Marked by fate: Chapter 551 - Chapter 560

Xander's POVI swing the Shadow Pack SUV out of the pack gates and onto the main road, heading towards Night howlers. I can’t keep the grin off my face. Zahra looked breath taking just now when I said goodbye, and she’s promised me some alone time this evening.My phone buzzes on the hands-free cradle, Zach’s name flashing on the screen.I answer. “Hey, how’s everything going at home?”“Yeah,” his voice comes out through the speakers. “Good, everything’s going well. Alpha Digby’s just sent through a suggestion for a ball to celebrate the inception of the integrated response unit. We think it’s a good idea, but I wanted to run it past you before we agreed to it.“Your mum thinks we should host it here, as the biggest pack, but I’m not sure how Digby will feel about it. Something tells me he suggested it because they want to host, but I’ll have a chat with him, and see?”“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.” I grin to myself. Zahra all dressed up on my arm for the night, dancing with her

Xander's POVThe rest of my visit was a lot less eventful. Lunch was good fun. We chatted, and I got to know their mates a little more. I can’t wait to bring Zahra with me next time. I know she’ll love them all.It’s good to see Brant so relaxed. He’s settled into the role of Alpha well. His parents have gone travelling for a year to kick off their full retirement now that they feel he’s secure in the role, and I think no longer having his dad around has eased a lot of the pressure he was feeling at first.Seeing Brant settle into the role makes me realise I’m going to have to do the same sooner rather than later.His father’s unit are still local, but they’re focusing on different things, although they’re on hand should there be a need. So far, there hasn’t been. From a few things mentioned at lunch and what I overheard amongst Victoria and the girls, I think they might all be hoping to conceive during their next heat cycle. Now things have settled within the pack, it’s likely they w

Max's POVMy fist connects with the pad hard enough to send a sharp crack across the training ground.Again.Left. Right. Hook. Elbow.“Harder!” Uncle Phillip barks from somewhere behind me.I grit my teeth and hit the fucking thing harder.The warrior holding the pad takes half a step back, bracing his weight, and I follow without thinking, driving another combination into the pads. Faster this time. My shoulders burn, sweat runs down my spine beneath my training shirt, and my knuckles ache even through the wraps.Good.Pain is good because it means I’m not thinking about her. Not Xander. Not the fucking bond that refuses to let me forgetany of them for more than five minutes.Another combination sends the warrior stumbling backwards with a grunt.“Better,” Uncle Phillip calls.A flicker of something warm settles in my chest, pride maybe. It’s annoying how much I enjoy pleasing my uncle and my grandfather, for that matter. I know... it’s pathetic, but I can’t help it.The last few we

Max's POVAs if thinking about it, somehow awakened the damn thing, the bond ripples.I catch the shadow of her sunshine.Pure happiness radiates down the bond, along with the echo of her laughter. It shocks the air out of me and I gasp. The feeling is so foreign inside my own chest, her joy flooding through me until it makes my eyes sting. The sound of her laughter fills my mind, bright and musical, and for one impossible moment I can almost convince myself she’s standing beside me.Harrison’s fist catches me square in the stomach.The blow knocks me clean off my feet, and my already empty lungs cramp painfully.Fuck. That was a good hit.“Shit!” he snaps, immediately lowering his hands and stepping forwards, offering me his hand. “What was that?”I can’t answer. I’m still struggling to breathe, one arm wrapped around my stomach while the other braces against the ground behind me for support.Fuck. That hurts.The bond falls silent again, and the loss of her emotions feels like someo

Aubrey's POVThe smell of burnt sage clings to everything, its fucking disgusting. The ritual has been going on for days now. The camp is restless tonight. I gaze at the dark wool of the tent above my bed, listening to the voices and movement around me. The night is warm, and everyone is apparently still up and about despite the hour.I try to sink into my meditation, but I can't. There are too many distractions.I sigh. I really need to update Christoph and the others, but if I can't fall into a mindless state, I'll never connect through to them. I can't risk scrying. If anyone overhears me, I'll be dead before morning.But I need to let them know. Our tentative new truce with the wolves is at risk if I don't, and it's so fragile already. Over the rustle of the breeze outside I can hear more chanting... more fucking chanting. They've been at it for hours, trying harder and harder to get a read on the White Wolf's location. They know roughly where she is, but I need to tell Christoph