All Chapters of Marked by The Alpha Mated to His Brother : Chapter 61 - Chapter 67

Winter’s POV The room smells faintly like herbs. Not the soft floral kind Sabrina usually uses when treating small injuries. This scent is sharper. Cleaner. Something medicinal that lingers heavily in the air and settles at the back of my throat every time I breathe too deeply. I sit against the pillows on Keon’s bed while the pack doctor moves quietly around the room, mixing something inside a small glass bowl near the table by the window. The entire situation feels surreal. One minute I was drowning in black water with that horrible eye staring at me from beneath the ocean. The next, I woke up gasping in Keon’s arms. What happened to me? Everything's a haze from before I passed out. I remember being at the dining. Keon wasn't there. I faintly remember having stomach cramps after dinner. I remember trying to call Keon. I don't remember fainting. Or why I even fainted. Now I am here, wrapped in one of his blankets while everyone acts like I might collapse a

Winter’s POV When the guard leaves, Keon exhales loudly. He doesn't have to say anything for me to feel all of his emotions. The way his emotions fight against each other like waves at sea. His back faces me, while he stares down the window, deep in thought. So am I. Mother never, and I mean never, leaves the coven, unless it's a matter of life and death. Did she sense that I was nearly attacked again? Or could it be... The golden eye burns in my memory. The Eye of the Witcher. No. There's no way. In our lore, The Eye of the Witcher is supposed a symbol of protection and favor. Our ancestors used it to win wars and conquer territories. Even the Wolf-Witch war. I shake my head. The only problem was... The Wolf-Witch war ended centuries ago, and no one has physically seen the eye ever since. So why would it resurface for me specifically? And then claim me? The way it thundered "mine" still has my heart rate jumping. Does it have something to do wi

Winter's POVThe silence after my mother's words feels heavier than anything that came before them."If he is right, Winter... then the attacks against you are not random anymore."The sentence hangs in the air between us long after she finishes speaking.I stare at her.She stares back.For the first time since she entered the room, neither of us seems to know what to say next.Outside the window, the palace continues moving as though nothing has changed. Guards patrol the grounds. Servants cross the courtyard carrying baskets and crates. Somewhere in the distance, I can hear wolves training.Normal sounds.Normal life.Meanwhile, my mother has just told me that someone may be targeting me for reasons that go far beyond politics.I suddenly feel very tired.My gaze drops to my hands.They look steady.I don't feel steady."What aren't you telling me?"My voice comes out quieter than I intend.Mother doesn't answer immediately.That alone tells me enough.A knot forms in my stomach."

Chapter 63: Winter's POV The room is silent after her last words. If the Eye of The Witcher, the single most important ancient symbol of protection and favor to Witchkind that hasn't been reported to make a single appearance since the Wolf-Witch War, wasn't what scared her, I don't know if I want to know what does. "Those dreams you said you had. They're different from the type your grandma and all the women in our family used to have." I feel like pulling my hair out. I chuckle under my breath. Just how different am I huh? She continues, probably sensing my distress. "I don't mean to scare you Winter." She sighs. "It's just that, when we dream, it's majorly distorted flashes and glimpses that make no sense until later down the line. Now you're reporting full on episodes with vivid details and..." I turn to her when she doesn't say anything. "And what?" "It just scares me, that's all. When your grandmother dreamt of the flood, all she saw were muddied floors and a dr