All Chapters of Marked by fate: Chapter 681 - Chapter 690

Max's POVThe bond lulls for a second, the desire pulsating slightly slower, and I catch my breath, slowing my hand so I don't end up raw again. That had been a particularly bad night, and Medus had laughed so hard at me, then refused to heal it for two days as punishment for making him leave his mate.I catch my breath, trying to regain some semblance of control over myself.As my brain still scrambles from what I've seen, I decide I'm going to have to ask them about it tomorrow. Perhaps it was a fantasy of Zahra's? Maybe she's picturing her two mates together as they get her off? Maybe the passion of the threesome has overwhelmed her, and she wants them to go further?I doubt they ever will. I've never met anyone as straight as Lincoln Grey.Then the bond detonates again, the river of desire suddenly surging so fucking high that I gasp.I feel Lincoln thrust back into Zahra, feel her jolt of surprise and pleasure as he thrusts hard in and out. My own hips start to match the rhythm s

Zahra's POVI don't push Tobias and Lincoln for an answer. They've had enough thrown at them this morning without me demanding they sit through an explanation they're probably not ready to give.“Take your time,” I tell them, crossing the room to kiss each of them once more. “I'm not going to let him make you feel like you've done something wrong.”Lincoln catches my hand before I can move away, his thumb brushing across my knuckles. He looks up at me, his expression troubled, and I can feel that horrible uncertainty still lingering beneath everything else.“You shouldn't have to defend us, Zahra,” he says quietly.“I'm not defending you because I have to, Linc. I'm defending you because I love you.”His expression tightens, and I feel another flicker of shame through the bond. It's not as strong as it was when Max walked in, but the fact that it's still there makes me furious. Lincoln has spent so long refusing to acknowledge what he feels for Tobias, and now that he's finally accept

Zahra's POVHe's still looking at this as though Tobias and Lincoln have separate bonds with me and have somehow stepped outside them. It hasn't even occurred to him that the connection between them might be something more.‘How could he know otherwise? Nobody's told him,’ Zanthe reminds me, her earlier anger giving way to something a little more thoughtful.‘Because he fucking left before he could find out,’ I snap, the familiar hurt rising so suddenly that it catches me off guard. ‘And he could still have asked before judging them.’The bitterness in my own thoughts surprises me. I know we're supposed to be talking about Tobias and Lincoln, but Max's absence is still a raw wound, and apparently, it doesn't take much to open it again.‘Yes, he could,’ Zanthe agrees gently. ‘But perhaps now he'll listen.’I glance towards Max. He's watching me anxiously, waiting for my response, and I can feel that he genuinely wants to understand.I draw another slow breath, trying to push some of my

Zahra's POVI want to ask him, but I don't. This isn't about forcing him to confront his own relationship with Xander. Not yet. Right now, I need him to understand what happened to Tobias and Lincoln, and why his reaction hurt them so badly.I settle back in my chair, remembering something that's been playing on my mind ever since we discovered what Tobias and Lincoln really are to each other.“Actually, I think their connection was there long before either of them realised it.”Max looks at me curiously, his hand falling away from his jaw.“What do you mean?”“I think that's why Lincoln was the one who managed to get through to Thor when he went feral.”Max's forehead creases as he considers what I'm saying.“At the time, everyone put it down to their friendship and how much they trusted one another,” I continue, watching Max closely. “But now I'm wondering whether there was something more to it.”“You think it was their mate bond?” he asks, his expression thoughtful.“I think it mig

Zahra's POVFor a moment, neither Tobias nor Lincoln answers. Max looks between them, clearly uncomfortable with the silence, but to his credit, he doesn't attempt to fill it with another apology.Tobias is the first to respond, his hand still resting on my shoulder.“I appreciate you saying that, Max,” he tells him quietly. “I know you didn't understand what you walked in on, but it wasn't easy having you react like that.”Max nods, the shame evident in his expression, while Lincoln studies him for a few more seconds before letting out a slow breath and unfolding his arms.“I'm glad you understand now,” Lincoln says, although his voice remains guarded. “But don't expect everything to be forgotten because you've apologised. We've got a few other things to sort out with you as well.”“I know,” Max replies. “And I want to sort them out.”I glance at Lincoln, feeling some of the tension leave him. He's still hurt, and I doubt he'll be particularly forgiving when they eventually discuss M