Todos os capítulos de Marked By My Best Friend's Dad: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

~ Alice POVThe idea did not begin as murder.It began as fear.I told myself that every night.This isn’t about killing him.It’s about stopping something worse.Iris becoming Luna.Iris becoming my stepmother.Iris standing beside my father at ceremonies, wearing my mother’s title, sleeping in my mother’s room, carrying my mother’s authority.That was the image that poisoned my sleep.Not blood.Not war.But Iris in white and silver, crowned by the council, hand resting lightly on Duncan’s arm.Smiling.Like she belonged there.Iris was supposed to be my best friend.I had always known the pack would need a Luna again someday.And that's why I've been working towards it, fighting Eunice. The elders whispered about it already.A strong Alpha needed a strong mate.And Iris…Iris was p

~iris pov My body molded to his and I could feel the outline of his hard muscles through his clothing. Duncan licked my lips and I opened for him, meeting his tongue with my own. He let out a low moan before trailing his hands down my sides, cupping my ass. I gasped, as he chose that moment to break our kiss, and start trailing his lips down my neck. Tingles shot down my spine as he reached the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder meet.Gently bitting the area he buried his hands in my long hair and titled my hair to the side for the better access. I wish he would claim me already.“ God, yes,”i moaned. Lifting one leg to hook around his hips, I ground my core against the hard bulge in his pants. I couldn't seem to think clearly as Duncan started kissing my chest. Everything was happening so fast, as he reached behind me and undid the clasp of my lacy black bra. My bare breasts were exposed to the cool air as Duncan moved away from me for a moment and gazed at me.“ Damn, iris

~ Iris POVIt's been a month since I packed into the Duncan's family. Everything been weird. Steel against steel always cleared my head.The rhythm of it.The certainty.The clean honesty of combat.Unlike politics, swords did not lie.They either struck or they missed.Thorne circled me slowly in the training yard, blade raised, posture relaxed but precise. He had served Duncan longer than most wolves had been alive. Loyal. Observant. Annoyingly perceptive.And I trusted him, he's was my friend, he had helped me several times. “You’re thinking again,” he said.“I’m always thinking.”“That’s the problem.”I lunged.He deflected smoothly, metal ringing sharp in the morning air. The yard was mostly empty,only a few younger trainees sparring on the far end.“Focus,” Thorne warned lightly.“I am focused.”He smirke

~ Alice POVThe moon was too bright.It made everything look holy.Sacred.Untouchable.I hated it.I stood far enough back that no one would think I was part of the celebration, but close enough to see everything clearly. The white flowers. The silver lanterns. The stone platform carved with ancient runes that had once witnessed my mother’s mating ceremony.Now it would witness hers.Iris.My best friend.My replacement.The pack chanted her name like she had always belonged there.“Luna. Luna. Luna.”The word scraped against my bones.Beside me, Cassian remained half-shadowed, hood low, expression unreadable. Calm. Calculating. Like this was nothing more than a chessboard and he had already mapped every move.“You’re certain?” he murmured quietly without looking at me.I didn’t answer immediately.On the platform, Duncan took her hand.He looked proud.Not conflicted.Not hesitant.Proud.The last thread inside me snapped.“Do it,” I said.Cassian gave the faintest nod.The rogues h

~ Iris POVGraduation was supposed to feel like relief.Like surviving something hard.Like stepping into purpose.Instead, it felt like standing on a stage built from fractures.The hall glittered beneath chandeliers strung in silver and moonstone light. Wolves laughed. Glasses clinked. Music flowed in warm, easy rhythms.And everywhere I turned,They looked at me.Not as Iris.But as something else.“Luna-to-be.”The words followed me from group to group. Smiles too bright. Bows too deliberate. Respect that felt rehearsed.I wore the gold gown Duncan had commissioned. Molten silk that caught the light with every movement. Emerald embroidery curved along my collarbone like ivy, deliberate. Symbolic.Power.Continuity..Legacy.I felt like a beautifully dressed lie.Because across the room…She was sitting al