Alle Kapitel von marked by the mafia alpha: Kapitel 121 – Kapitel 130

Chapter 119: The First TestAmaraThe maid knocked. I didn't answer.She knocked again. "My Lady. There's a dinner tonight—""I heard you." I didn't turn from the window. "Leave the dress. I'll manage."Silence. Then footsteps retreating.The door opened again. Different footsteps. Heavier."Amara."Lucian.I didn't turn. Kept staring out at the underworld city. At the life I was trapped in."We need to talk about tonight.""What's there to talk about?" My voice came out flat. Cold. "You made the deal. I'm living it. Now I have to perform for your grandfather's court.""That's not fair.""Fair?" I turned then. Looked at him. "You want to talk about fair? You agreed to keep me here for five months. Agreed to get me pregnant again two months after giving birth. Agreed to—to everything. Without asking me. And now you want me to smile and play Luna?"His jaw clenched. "I saved your life.""You made choices for my life." I corrected. "There's a difference."He stepped closer. "Amara—""Don

Chapter 121: The Weight of ItAmaraThe door crashed open.Three guards. Weapons drawn. Eyes moving across the room fast.Rachel was on her feet. Cup on the floor. Hands slightly raised — not surrender, just shock. Still standing exactly where she'd been when I told her."My Lady." Brennan swept the room. "We heard—""A cup broke." Flat. Even. "We're fine."He looked at Rachel. At me. At the broken cup on the floor."My Lady, protocol requires—""I know what protocol requires." I held his gaze. "We're fine. You can go."He didn't move immediately.I waited.He nodded. "My Lady."They left. Door closing behind them.I bent down and picked up the cup. Set it on the table. Sat back down.Rachel was still standing."Sit down," I said.She sat.We looked at each other."How did Lucian take it," she said.Not how did it happen. Not are you okay. She already knew the shape of what Kang had done. She wanted to know what came after."He didn't take it easy," I said. "At first.""Define not eas

Chapter 123: The CeremonyAmaraThe room they prepared me in had no mirrors.I didn't ask why. I didn't want to know.Sera worked in silence. The other women too. Hands moving around me with the kind of precision that came from doing something so many times it stopped requiring thought.The ash dress fit differently than it had at the fitting. Fuller now. The pregnancy visible in a way that couldn't be hidden and wasn't being hidden. Sera had built the dress to accommodate it. To acknowledge it.Good. Let them look.Rachel sat in the corner. She'd tried to help twice. Sera had redirected her twice. Now she just sat there with her hands in her lap watching them work on me like she was watching something she needed to memorize."Stop looking at me like that," I said."Like what.""Like I'm about to walk into something I'm not coming back from."Rachel was quiet for a second. "Are you scared?"Sera's hands stilled slightly. Then continued."Yes," I said."Good," Sera said. Not unkindly.

Chapter 125: The King's SonAmaraSix weeks after Zarian.My body didn't feel like mine yet. Probably wouldn't for a while. The vampire side of what I'd become had accelerated the physical recovery — wounds closed faster, strength came back faster — but there was a difference between a body that had healed and a body that had rested.I hadn't rested.Couldn't. Not with the two-month clock running. Not with Grandfather's terms sitting in the room every time Lucian and I were alone together. Not with Zarian needing feeding every three hours and the hunger in me responding to his hunger in ways I hadn't been prepared for.Not with the new pregnancy already making itself known at five weeks.I sat on the edge of the bed one morning and pressed both hands flat against my stomach and just — stayed there. Breathing. Counting.Lucian watched me from the doorway.Didn't say anything.Neither did I.There wasn't anything to say that we hadn't already said or agreed to or accepted. The deal was

Chapter 127: What the Palace KeepsThe corridor outside the children's rooms smelled like chalk and fruit.Kael had been chasing Zarian for twenty minutes through the east wing and showing no signs of stopping. He was three years old and built like a small determined storm — loud, fast, absolutely certain of himself.Zarian was also three years old and built like something that had been watching the world since before he was born. He ran just slow enough to stay ahead. Let Kael almost catch him twice. The third time he stopped completely and let Kael barrel into him and they both went down in a heap on the stone floor.Kael screamed with victory.Zarian lay on his back and looked at the ceiling.Down the hall one of the younger staff members stepped over them without breaking stride. Not around. Over. The way you stepped over something in your path.Zarian watched the ceiling.Kael was already up and grabbing his arm. Come on come on come on.Zarian got up.They ran.In the east garde