All Chapters of MARKED BY THE ALPHA CEO: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Aeron's point of view I did not slam the door behind me.I wanted to.God, I really wanted to.But an Alpha does not lose control in front of his pack—not in front of elders who already sit there counting his flaws like debts waiting to be collected.So I walked out.Calm.Measured.Controlled.And the moment the doors of the conference hall shut behind me, that control snapped—not loudly, not visibly… but inside. A quiet fracture. The kind that spreads if you don’t hold it together.A mate.A ritual.An heir.As if I could just walk into the forest, pick a woman at random, and declare her my Luna like I was selecting territory, not a soul.I let out a sharp breath, running a hand through my hair as I made my way to my study, my steps quicker than usual—not rushed, but heavy with purpose. Or maybe frustration. Both felt the same at this point.The moment I entered, the familiar scent of cedar and old paper grounded me, but not enough.Not nearly enough.I moved straight to my desk, p

Elara's point of view The silence inside the car wasn’t just silence—it was suffocating.It pressed against my chest, curled around my throat, settled into my bones like something alive, something watching, something waiting. I sat there with my arms folded tightly against myself, eyes fixed on the passing blur outside the window, refusing—absolutely refusing—to look at him. Because the moment I did, I knew… I would either scream… or break.And I wasn’t ready to do either.“Are you going to stay like this the entire ride?”His voice came out calm. Too calm. Controlled in that infuriating way of his, like nothing in the world could shake him—even when everything inside me was falling apart.I didn’t respond.Didn’t even blink.Just tightened my jaw.A few seconds passed. Then more.“You’ve been quiet since you got in,” he continued, his tone softer now, probing. “That’s not like you.”Still nothing.Because if I opened my mouth too soon, everything would spill out—and I needed to say

Elara's point of view I didn’t move when the car stopped.For a moment, I just sat there, staring ahead, my fingers still curled loosely in my lap, as if I hadn’t quite registered that we had reached. The city noise hummed faintly outside, distant and irrelevant, like it belonged to a world I was no longer fully part of. And maybe that was the problem.I could still hear his voice in my head. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow.” His voice broke through my thoughts like always as if he hadn’t just turned my entire world upside down in the span of a single conversation. “You won’t be staying here anymore.”The words landed heavier than I expected. My brows furrowed slightly. “Excuse me?”“You heard me,” he said, his gaze steady on the road ahead, not even sparing me a glance this time. “After tonight, you won’t stay at Emily’s apartment. I’ll have things arranged. You’ll move to my place.”For a second, I wanted to retaliate his order but he spoke and explained the danger lurking in the shadow

Aeron's point of view I knew she would do it. I knew it even before she stepped into that room, before she stood there with that quiet confidence she pretended wasn’t a part of her, before she started speaking like she wasn’t just presenting numbers but shaping something real out of them. And yet, watching her there… watching the way every word landed exactly where it needed to, watching the board shift from skepticism to interest, watching my mother sit there with that composed expression that barely hid her irritation.I felt something I hadn’t expected. Pride but not the kind that comes from winning a deal or closing a negotiation. This was different and personal. I didn’t like how much it lingered. By the time we walked out of the conference room, the air between us had changed. It wasn’t heavy like before, not filled with accusations or half-truths. It was lighter. That illusion didn’t last long.“Come with me,” I said, my tone casual, as if I hadn’t already decided that she was

Elara's point of view“My… mate?”The word didn’t sit right with me. It felt unfamiliar, too heavy for something I didn’t even understand yet. I stared at him, waiting for him to take it back, to say he misspoke, to laugh it off the same way I would have done if this conversation had happened a few days ago.But he didn’t.He just watched me, steady, serious, like this was the most normal thing in the world.“I don’t understand,” I said finally, my voice quieter now, not as sharp as before but not calm either. “What does that even mean? Bound to? Chosen for you? This isn’t some fantasy novel, Aaron, you can’t just throw words like that and expect me to accept it.”He exhaled slowly, like he had already expected this reaction.“We worship the moon,” he began, his tone softer now, almost patient. “Not the way humans worship blindly, but as something that governs us, something that created what we are. The moon goddess is everything to our kind. She decides things we don’t have control o