All Chapters of Marked by The Alpha Mated to His Brother : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Keon's POV: “I’ll see what I can do Alpha but I can't heal witches in the way that's needed. I'll run a scan to see if she's bleeding internally or hurt anything, but that's all I can do. The most I can do is heal her bruises. That's all.” “Whatever, just get to it, Jet.” I say to the pack doctor. I keep glancing at Winter, but she hasn't moved at all since I found her. He nods, and I shut the door to my chambers, and the memory of her—us in the same room, only a while back makes my nose flare. She was going to be okay. She had to be. For now, there is only one thing that matters. Finding the perpetrator. The guards and house staff were already assembled in my office when I arrived, though their postures had stiffened as soon as my boots echoed across the stone floors. I didn’t even glance at them. My mind

Keon’s POV:The corridors feel lighter than usual tonight, yet the stone walls still manage to press in on me.Torches flicker along the length of the hall, their glow shifting like restless spirits. Every step I take echoes far louder than it should, the scent of cedar lingering in the air, an unwanted reminder that Derrick has returned.The fact irritates me in ways I do not care to examine. My mind refuses to settle around his presence, refuses to accept that he is once again under this roof, breathing the same air, walking the same halls as though nothing has changed.As though the last day has not happened.My jaw tightens.He arrived without warning. No mindlink. No courtesy. He simply walked through the gates as though nothing in this territory required acknowledgment, as though explanations were for lesser wolves.As though I had not spent the last day scouring the forest with blood still fresh on my hands.Two guards

Keon’s POV: The reports should have brought clarity. Instead, they only deepen the restless agitation sitting beneath my skin. Several pieces of documents lay scattered across the desk in front of me, each one a careful account of movements, positions, observations that should have aligned into something useful. Torches burned low along the chamber walls, their dim glow doing little to soften the tension tightening my temples. I’d been here for hours trying to look for anything out of order, out of the ordinary, any sort of trace that would be a clue. Every guard had submitted a statement, and according to these files, each guard had seen nothing. Derrick’s annoying message, like a nagging mother, went off. He had called my efforts right now a waste of time. His suggestion was ridiculous, ridiculous enough that I wasn’t even going to consider it, talk less of thinking about doing it. My fingers tapped once against the wooden surface before stilling. I forced my attention back to

Winter’s POV: Ariana bursts into the room a few seconds later, an old spell book in hand. "Stupid son of a..." she stops her swearing when she spots me. "Oh my goddess Winter are you okay?!" She embraces me in a hug, and I fight the urge to wince in pain. She seems to remember I'm injured, releasing me with care. "I'm so sorry are you okay?" I nod, because I don't really know what to say. I'm fine, but I'm not fine at the same time. She switches to the old language witches use, probably for some privacy. "When we heard the news, Mother almost burst into tears. She was so worried. Unlike some people." Her eye roll tells me she's talking about Father. "If Father had allowed her she would've been here ages ago. I was so scared." She rubs my arm softly. "I thought the worst and...' I hear the sniff in her voice. I touch her softly. "Relax Ari,

Keon’s POV: The hallway was quieter than usual, almost unsettling. I had been pacing before anyone dared disturb me. Even the torches seemed dim tonight, their flames flickering like hesitant watchers. My hands flexed, curling into fists, then relaxing again. Nothing I did seemed to ease the tension in my chest. I had spent the better part of the last day running every scenario through my head. And yet, I couldn’t shake the voice of Derrick in my mind. “Your efforts are in vain brother.” Well the method he proposed puts her in danger. I scowl. I refused to let him be right. Absolutely refused. Winter wasn’t a pawn. She wasn’t bait. She was barely alive because of our people, because of me, but she would remain safe if I had anything to say about it. The report sat on the table before me, neatly organized. Guards’ positions during the attack. Their exact movements. The timings. Every piece of d