All Chapters of Marked by The Alpha Mated to His Brother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Winter’s POV: I watch Keon’s back as he rages out of the training room, the punching bag a wrecked pile on the floor behind him. His strength was unparalleled. I catch his eyes in the mirror, a dark shade of red. He seems upset. It makes me feel bad somehow. Should I go apologize? What would I even say? “Sorry for hanging out with your brother that I’m mated to even though I have your mark? That reminds me. Back there, Derrick mentioned there being two marks on my back. The day Keon marked me, it was only one mark. After the mating ceremony with Derrick, it became two. It made me confused. Two marks for two wolves? Does that mean I was double-marked or something? Like the way hotels get double-booked? Does that even happen? Has it happened between wolves and witches? How was I even supposed to deal with something like that?I think I need to talk to Keon. Fuck my head hurts.

Winter’s POV: The air still feels thick long after Keon’s voice breaks the silence. Sabrina groans dramatically. “Great. The lovers have officially arrived. “We’re not-“ I start, but Sabrina’s already leaving. She's on her feet, dusting her legs with her face towel. She places the towel on the armrest. Who invited anyways? You’re killing the vibes.” “I live here,” Keon says evenly, but the corner of his mouth twitches in amusement. He looks at the chair she was occupying. Keon raises a brow. “You always leave when things get interesting.” Her eyes shine. “Exactly why I’m leaving.” She claps his shoulder hard enough to make him grunt. It's obvious they’re friendly with each other. Seeing him like this, so casual, it did something to me. I feel my cheeks heat, caught between relief and irritation. Sabrina tilts her head at me, her demeanor suddenly serious.

Winter's POV: Two weeks. Fourteen days. That's how long it has gone without Keon’s silhouette looming behind me like a shadow, how long since his voice made my skin dance with nerves. I can't tell if I love that he's actually respecting my demands and giving me space or upset he didn't just barge in and beg for forgiveness. To make everything worse, Derrick has been off and on lately. An issue up North with vampires sprung up and he's been travelling back and forth for nearly a week now. I'm basically all alone now. One torn witch in a pack house of wolves. Great. Just great. But it's not like Keon leaves me to fend for myself. Sometimes, when I'm in the halls, and a wolf or maid throws a snide comment at me, I don't see them anymore for days or several hours. And when I do, they run away from me like they're terrified of me. And they are. One time a

Winter's POV:You know what? Screw them. Screw this pack.I walk–more like stomp my way through the gardens to the path no one follows or goes by. I want to be left alone. I don't stop until even with my abilities the sound of their murmurs have faded away completely. The only thing I can hear is the gentle sway of the trees and some birds chirping a few feet away. Sabrina says people avoid this place because it was the path the defeated soldiers would crawl through to get into the palace for shelter.In short, it reminds them of death.Of a war they almost lost.To “my kind.”It's better this way anyways. It has a kind of quiet that makes you look over your shoulder every 30 seconds, and the overgrown hedges and skyscraper-like trees only give the place an even creepier vibes.I hug my arms to myself as a cool breeze passes, irritation simmering under my skin. Two weeks in this pack house and I

Keon's POV: Winter’s weight is heavier than anything I’ve ever carried. Not because of her body. She’s light. But because of the impossibility of it all. Me. Keon Blackbird. The most feared Alpha on the continent. My mate got attacked on my own turf, in my own pack, and survived. Barely. And I wasn’t there to stop it. My wolf growls in my chest, vibrating through every bone. Who? That’s the only thought that matters. Who dared? Who had the audacity, the skill, the cruelty to strike at her like this? Her pale skin is bruised, her head and side bearing the brunt of the assault. Her hair is matted with leaves, broken twigs tangled in it. A faint shimmer of her magic pulses weakly against my senses, struggling to stay tethered to her. I hope to Goddess she isn’t concussed. I scan the area with my Alpha abilities, stretching them, pushing them, pulling every trace of residual energy into sharp focus. Nothing. No footprints. No lingering scent from the attacker. Wh