All Chapters of MARKED BY THE ALPHA CEO: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Elara's point of view The moment he agreed without a fight, it took me by surprise. I knew how inconvenient and impossible my condition was, I thought he wpuld never agree at all but he did.And that was exactly why it didn’t sit right with me.The silence in the car wasn’t uncomfortable alone. It was… heavy. Not only it was frustrating but everything felt like been decided for me alreay. I sat in the backseat with Emily, my fingers loosely wrapped around hers, more for grounding myself than for reassuring her.Because if I was being honest was caught in middle of this mess, I was scared and there was no one to ask or spoke about it. Elily was confused, she doesn't know why she was dragged in the superworld mess. the silence strated to hit louder than naything else.By the time the city faded and the roads turned unfamiliar, my chest had already tightened with a quiet, persistent unease. It doesn’t scream danger… but whispers it.The forest came into view like something out of a story

Aeron's point of view I did not remember walking into the clearing, but I remembered the moment I lost control. It began with a word. A single, filthy, careless word thrown at her like she was nothing more than a stain on the ground my people walked on and something inside me snapped.I stood there, the entire pack gathered, their whispers still hanging in the air like smoke after a fire, and all I could see Elara standing rigid, trying to swallow the humiliation with a strength she should never have needed in the first place. Her silence was louder than any scream. Her restraint burned more than any rebellion.They dared to insult the pack's luna. “Say it again.”My voice did not rise. It did not need to. It carried anyway a low, lethal, and sharp enough to slice through bone. Every head turned toward me.The shewolf was former Beta female, a title she clearly wore like armor. She lifted her chin, though I saw the flicker of hesitation in her eyes. Good. She should be afraid.“She i

Elara's point of view I don’t remember when the crying started. Maybe it was right after the blade fell. Maybe it was when the silence followed. Or maybe it was when I realized that no one stopped it.The room felt too small for the weight sitting on my chest. The walls of the pack house room were unfamiliar, heavy with a scent that didn’t belong to me, and yet I was trapped inside them like I had nowhere else to go. The curtains were half drawn, letting in a dull gray light that made everything look lifeless. Even the bed I sat on felt cold, untouched, like it refused to comfort me.I curled my fingers into the bedsheet, my nails digging into the fabric as another wave hit me. “Someone always has to die because of me…” The words slipped out before I could stop them. “I don’t know what to do… I don’t know what to do…”My voice cracked, breaking into uneven pieces as tears blurred everything in front of me. I could still see it if I closed my eyes. The fear. The blood. The way everyon

Aeron's point of view The moment I stepped inside the council chamber, the air felt wrong. It was heavy, sharp and tensed.Every elder was already seated around the long crescent-shaped table carved from ancient black oak, their expressions grim beneath the dim golden flames burning across the walls. The scent of old wolves, authority, and judgment lingered heavily in the room, making my wolf restless beneath my skin.But none of that mattered the second my eyes landed on her. It was my mother. Ciara Blackwood sat among the elders as if she belonged there all along. Elegant. Calm. Untouched. Like I had not thrown her out of the pack myself. My entire body tensed instantly.“What is she doing here?” The growl in my voice echoed through the chamber hard enough to make two younger warriors near the entrance lower their heads.Mother did not even flinch. One of the eldest council members, Elder Tristan, lifted his gaze toward me with visible annoyance. “You will control your tone, Alpha.

Elara's point of view The room felt smaller after Lucian left. It was too suffocating. I sat on the edge of the bed with my knees pulled close to my chest while Emily quietly remained near the window, pretending not to stare at me every two seconds like I would suddenly collapse if she looked away for too long.Maybe I would because nothing about my life made sense anymore. It's not about Aeron, or the pack or the ritual anymore. Not the terrifying way everyone spoke about me like I was some fragile thing waiting to either become their salvation or their destruction.I dragged both hands down my face with a frustrated groan.“This is insane.”Emily sighed softly behind me. “That is probably the tenth time you’ve said that.”“Because it keeps getting worse.”I stood up abruptly and began pacing around the room again. The wooden floor beneath my feet creaked lightly while my thoughts turned louder and louder inside my head. I was scared of the ritual, about becoming a luna and these ma