All Chapters of Marked by The Alpha Mated to His Brother : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

My hand rains down on the door like a man on a mission. I knock so loudly the noise stops, meaning so have they. Thank fuck. I will never, ever, allow Derrick to have her orgasms. My hand rises and strikes the door hard. I do it again, louder, and I can feel the vibrations through my knuckles, through my teeth, through my entire body. I'm pretty sure the hinges on the door are moving as well. “Derrick,” I call, my voice carrying authority, calm but edged with steel. “You need to come outside. Now.” Before all this, my plan was just to check on Winter, preferably without Derrick's presence. But now I have a better plan. It just so happened that during dinner, while the others ate and dined away, a message from the vampires about their situation. They've been having rogue and power hierarchy issues. Some new generation vampires are tired of the old system and want a change and are stirring up trouble, killing middle men or other men associated with their rulers. That's not g

Keon’s POVThe door closes behind Derrick with a soft click, and for a brief moment the hallway is silent.I turn without looking back.If I stay there another second, if I allow myself even a single glance at the door behind us, I might do something reckless. Something the Alpha in me will regret.So I walk.My steps are steady and controlled as I move down the corridor, the dim lights along the palace walls casting long shadows across the stone floor. Derrick falls into step beside me a moment later, the door to Winter’s room now firmly shut behind us.Neither of us speaks at first.The silence stretches between us like a wire pulled too tight.I focus on the path ahead of me, on the cool air of the hallway and the faint scent of night drifting in through the open windows farther down the corridor. Anything that keeps my mind away from the image that keeps trying to push its way forward.Winter on that bed.Her flushed skin.Her damp hair clinging to her neck.Derrick in the room wi

Winter's POV: It's happening before I can understand what's going on. His hands are on my waist, roaming my back, my thighs, my ass. They're everywhere, all over the place, and the worst part is I don't hate it. Not at all. Not even close. He kisses just like you'd think someone like him would kiss. Hard and soft, rough, gentle and everything in between. His hands don't move the same way Derrick does. Derrick touches like there's all the time in the world, all the time to love, to touch, and to feel. Keon is touching me like it's the last thing he's going to feel and wants to spend every last second memorizing each pore on my skin, feel how my hair cascades down my back, feel how his mark rubs against his skin and runs his wolf wild. Like he wants to feel me for all I am, consequences be damned. My back hits the edge of something and I gasp, Keon taking the chance to deepen the kiss. Our tongues clash and collide like fire and ice. I grab his stubble and he groans grinding ag

"Well mate, are you going to do as I say and be a slut for me?" She glares at me, all that pent up fury and desire making her eyes shine in a way that drives me nuts. In response I twist her nipples again and she moans, hoping it's enough to tip her over the edge. It isn't, and it pisses her off. She tries to free her hands from my grip overhead but it doesn't work. She curses at me again but it merely amuses me. I'm still stuck on how beautiful she looks like this. Her pale skin shines in the light and the way her blood rushes along her skin only adds to it. It's an unusual blue that matches her eyes and gives her an eternal glow. It's unbelievable. Did witches have blue blood though? Wasn't it grey? I would ask later. I bury my face in her neck, marking her neck and chest with hickeys. My grip on her arms loosen as I focus on marking every inch of her skin with my mark. Her breathy moans ring in my ears when I reach her collarbone, a sensitive spot for female witches and a

Keon’s POVShe doesn’t say anything when I lift her.Not a word.Her body just relaxes into mine like she doesn’t have the strength to argue, her head falling lightly against my shoulder, her breathing slow and uneven from exhaustion.Or maybe from everything that just happened.I don’t question it.I don’t give her the chance to protest either.One arm under her knees. The other firm around her back.Secure.Mine.The thought comes naturally.Too naturally.And this timeI don’t push it away.The corridor is quiet as I walk, my steps steady, controlled, but my mind is anything but. The palace feels different at this hour. Colder. Still. Like it’s holding onto everything it witnessed tonight.Or maybe that’s just me.Because I can still feel her.The warmth of her body against mine. The faint rise and fall of her chest. The way her fingers curl slightly into my shirt without even realizing it.My grip tightens just a fraction.Not enough to wake her.Just enough to remind myself she’s