Todos os capítulos de Marked by The Alpha Mated to His Brother : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Winter's POV:“Winter…” she cries out. “Your father… he's been arrested.” Phone calls from my mother have never been a good thing.There's this thing we witches have. Humans call it intuition. This feeling that something horribly wrong is about to happen. We call it insight. It's part of our powers, we sense trouble in the air before it even arrives.The first sign of trouble is the weather. It's pouring on a Wednesday afternoon so badly it looks like it's nightfall. My old house wasn't built for heavy storms, and the roof tumbles loudly above me.I blink twice when her words sink in. Like a good daughter, I do not shout, do not scream or cry. I blink twice, asking to confirm if what I heard is true and not the telephone acting up. “Excuse me?”She cries into the phone. “Your father. He stole them. The relics. He was caught. He's with the wolves now. He's going to die.” My jaw nearly falls out of place. Even with my insight. Nothing could've prepared me for this. The relics? The one

Winter POV:The plan for today is simple.I'll get dressed from home, our magic will take us directly to their borders, where we'll be taken to the chapel. I'll meet the wolf, the priest joins us, and then that's it. I'll be mated to Derrick, Father will be returned and peace will reign.That's what will happen if I can get through today without anyone noticing this stupid mark. I've tried to make it go away, tried using my magic and old spells and washing it away but nothing is working. It really is permanent.I hiss in irritation. Stupid wolf. Stupid fucking wolf. If he hadn't met me my walk would've gone perfectly and I would've returned home fine, this is all his fault it's always–What am I doing huh?Complaining and cursing the rogue does nothing for me. Nothing other than waste my energy levels which are already lower than they should be, considering my power levels. Dammit.I take a deep breath and step out of my third shower of the day. That's right, this is the third time I'

Winter's POV:I can't feel the ground. I can barely feel myself at all.Alpha Keon's arms are a vice-like grip holding me steadily in place, his bicep hard and warm. Despite the strike behind us, dozens of screams breaking out all around us, all I think about is how good this feels. How right being in his arms feels. He looks down at me. His eyes. Up close, they look alive, like his irises are moving, like some sort of live wallpaper. They burn into me like they recognise something I don't. My back pulses, hot enough for my vision to blur at the edges. He bends down so his breath fans my ears. He licks my ear and I shiver, but the move is so fast it's like he barely moved at all.“You're mine.” His words are lower than a whisper, meant for only my hearing, and something in me resonates with them. “Keon…” I have no explanation for why I just called his name, but I blame it on the building migraine in the back of my skull. “Easy streghetta” Did he just call me little witch in Ital

Winter's POV: I laugh nervously. “You're scaring me Ari.” She shakes her head, “This isn't a joke Winter. The council members, the people, everyone's talking even…even Father.” She says his name with fear, like he's going to burst through the doors fuming, whip in hand. She looks around, spotting Keon. “Alpha Keon.” She greets him, expecting him to leave. Keon? Give us privacy? The thought almost makes me laugh. Just because he saved me once didn't make him some hero, or a respecter of morals or values. He was still the most feared man in the continent, still a werewolf. And a brutal one too. As expected all he does is take a seat on the office chair in front of him. The chair creaks trying to contain his massive frame, his shoulders wide and stretched in the shirt he's wearing. He folds his arms together, looking like a true king, but makes no move to leave. “I am Alpha, ruler of the wolves and since your sister is now married to my brother, I rule over her and by extension, you

Keon's POV: The halls are way too quiet for my liking. It's nearly 2am, so most of the pack is asleep by now. The torches on the stone walls light up the halls as I walk to meet with Derrick. I had shifted this for as long as I could. If I didn't come by soon he'd just come to me. The castle always feels darker at night, like the shadows were just waiting to jump you when you least expected it. To my surprise, Derrick is not in the conference room where we usually have our meetings but on the end of the corridor. His arms are crossed behind his back as he stares down the window, like he's watching something. The moon paints his figure silver. He doesn't turn when I reach him. “I thought you said it was urgent?” “It is.” His voice is weirdly calm as he speaks. “The witches are talking brother.” My jaw tightens. “About the lightning?” “About Winter.”