All Chapters of Marked By My Best Friend's Dad: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

~Iris POVI followed Rowan down the corridor, my steps calm,but my mind wasn’t.Something was off.Not just in his words…But in the way he moved.Too quiet.Too careful.Alice walked beside me, unusually silent for once, her sharp eyes locked on her brother.“Rowan,” I said gently, “what did you do?”He didn’t answer immediately.Instead, he stopped in front of his door.His small hand hovered over the handle.“I didn’t mean to,” he whispered.My chest tightened.“I know,” I said softly. “Just show me.”He nodded.Then slowly pushed the door open.The moment it creaked wide.I froze.The room was a mess.No…Not just a mess.Destroyed.Deep claw marks ran across the walls, long and uneven, cutting through wood and stone like something wild had been trapped inside. The furniture was overturned,splintered in places. The curtains hung in torn strips, swaying slightly from the night breeze creeping in through a cracked window.Even the floor…Scratched.Marked.Scarred.Alice inhaled sha

~Iris POVThe room was quiet.Peaceful, for once.A soft lamp glowed at the corner, casting warm light across Rowan’s bed as he lay beside me, his small head resting lightly against my arm. The chaos from earlier had been cleared,repaired, hidden,but I hadn’t forgotten.Not for a second.I flipped a page in the book, my voice calm and steady as I read.“…and the wolf, though feared by many, chose not to bite, but to guard…”Rowan shifted slightly, his fingers gripping the edge of my sleeve.“Mom?”“Yes, little wolf?” I said softly, glancing down at him.“Do wolves in stories ever… hurt people by mistake?”My chest tightened just a little.“Sometimes,” I answered gently. “But what matters is what they do after. The ones who learn… who choose to protect… they become something better.”“Like me?” he asked quietly.I smiled, brushing his hair back. “Exactly like you.”He relaxed slightly at that.Just a little.And that was enough for me.A soft knock came at the door before it pushed ope

~Duncan POVWeeks.It had been weeks since I left the estate.Weeks since I last saw Iris standing in the doorway, watching me with that look she tried to hide,calm on the surface, but sharp underneath. Weeks since I heard the twins arguing over something trivial, their voices echoing through halls that suddenly felt too far away.And yet…Standing here now..None of that felt distant.It felt like something I might lose.The Northern Archives were nothing like I expected.No grand entrance.No banners.No guards lined in formation.Just stone.Ancient, cold stone carved into the side of a mountain that seemed older than memory itself. The air here was thinner, sharper. Every breath felt like it carried weight,like the past itself pressed against your lungs.They knew I was coming.Of course they did.They always did.The moment I crossed the threshold, the door

~Iris POVThe kitchen had always been my favorite place in the estate.Not because of the food,though it helped.But because it was the one place where things felt… normal.No council.No politics.No prophecy hanging over our heads like a blade waiting to fall.Just warmth.Noise.Life.“Are you even helping?” I asked, glancing sideways.Mira leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching me like I was the entertainment.“I am helping,” she said calmly.“How?”“I’m supervising.”I paused mid-chop, knife hovering over the vegetables.Then I slowly turned to look at her.“Supervising?”“Yes.”“From the other side of the kitchen?”“Exactly.”I stared at her.Then shook my head with a small laugh, going back to what I was doing.“You’re unbelievable.”“I’ve been told.”“By wh

~Iris POVDuncan’s door was slightly open.That alone told me everything.It was true..He was back.And he hadn’t even come looking for me first.Typical.I pushed the door open slowly.He was inside.Standing near the window, back to me, his shoulders tense like he was carrying something heavy,something he hadn’t put down since the moment he arrived.For a second…I just stood there.Taking him in.I wanted to get angry but the most important thing he was alive, whole, here. Relief hit me first.Then something sharper followed right behind it.“You’re back,” I said.My voice was calm.Too calm.He turned.And just like that…The distance of weeks disappeared.“Iris.”My name in his voice did something to my chest I wasn’t ready to deal with.I walked in, closing the door behind me.“You didn’t pick my calls,” I added.“I know.”“That’s not an explanation.”A pause.Then he sighed slightly, running a hand through his hair.“I couldn’t.”I folded my arms.“That’s worse.”For a moment,