บททั้งหมดของ Marked In His Rut: The Alpha's Forgotten Omega: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Hi my people, Over 100 chapters… wow. If you’re here reading this, it means you’ve been walking this long, emotional road with Zane and Sora, and I need you to know something first… are you okay? No, seriously. Have you eaten today? Drank water? Slept like a human being and not like someone sneaking one more chapter at 3am saying “just one more” and then boom, it’s morning and your eyes are doing red traffic light. I’m looking at you. Yes, you. Take care of yourselves for me. This story is intense, I know. Sometimes soft, sometimes painful, sometimes… a little too hot for public reading. If you’ve ever had to lock your phone, look around, and pretend you were reading something educational, I understand. We are in this together. Crossing 100 chapters is not just my win. It’s ours. Because you stayed. You kept reading. You kept feeling every moment with them. And I see you. I really do. Every comment, every vote, every gift, every quiet reader who just shows up and turns the page…

ZANE. My eyes opened slowly, like someone had glued the lids shut. Everything stayed blurry. I blinked hard a couple times and the room came into focus bit by bit. Dim. Concrete walls. No windows. Just one bare bulb swinging from the ceiling on a thin wire. I tried to move my head and pain shot straight through my skull. A metal clink sounded right by my ear. I looked left, then right. Chains. Thick ones. Both my wrists locked tight above me. My arms hung numb and heavy. I pulled once, testing. The chains rattled and yanked my shoulders up hard. A groan slipped out before I could stop it. My whole body lifted off the floor for a second. My feet scrambled for the ground but only my toes touched concrete. Thick blood dripped from somewhere on my head and hit the floor with soft plops. I held still. If I moved again the chains would just bite deeper. One of my legs gave out anyway. My knee buckled and the shake dragged my arms higher. The bullet wound in my shoulder stretched wid

MALPHAUS.My eyes opened and the weight of the chains cut deeply into my wrists. Warm blood trickled down my chest from where a gunshot wound had been made in the shoulder. Martin loomed above me with a blade raised above his head, looking almost triumphant. He seemed not to have noticed the shift.This is torture, I thought.The sound of scorn escaped me before Martin frowned in anger. My only reaction was the flare of temper."Stop. Release these chains and I will leave without killing you," I stated, coldly."Nice try Zane, do you really think you can outsmart me?" Martin trampled at me, driving the blade further into the same wound, twisting the blade.Pompous fool."Listen to me. This is your final warning; release me."Martin snorted again and yanked the knife out only to plunge it into my stomach, slicing it twice more before pulling the blade back out. More blood spilled from me, searing hot. One convulsive move was all I gave before freezing solid.That was enough.With no ef

SORA. The door of the hospital opened forcefully. Adam and Cole barged into the room with strained expressions. I quickly got up from the bed. "What's going on?"They made no attempt to explain. Adam pulled me up as Cole disconnected my IV line neatly. They started dragging me towards the door when I planted my feet. "Tell me what's happening. Don't rush."When we stepped outside, I saw Damien standing beside his car with Beauty in his embrace. My heart tightened and I ran to him to take her from him. Beauty wrapped herself around my neck immediately and cried. "Daddy doesn't remember me anymore. He doesn't want me."I hugged her tightly and looked at the others. "Explain. Don't lie to me. Now."Adam was already opening the car's rear door. "We will explain on the road. We need to go."I didn't budge from my spot. "I am not moving from here until you tell me what's wrong with Zane."Adam tried again. "Sora, please, get inside the car."I folded my arms across Beauty protectively. "N

MALPHAUS. Christopher dusted the blood on his shirt, and scrambled to rise from the marble floor. He landed right back, his knees cracked, echoing through the entire council hall. His palms slapped the stone as he crawled forward and clutched the hem of Celestia’s black dress. “Celestia… baby… please, don’t do this,” he pleaded, his voice breaking. Fresh tears carved clear lines on his lined face. “We thought out everything. You swore you would. Don’t cast me aside now.”Shamelessness didn’t know where to begin. Celestia shook her head vigorously, and pulled her skirt from his grasp as if it were scalding her skin. Again Christopher made a move, seizing her ankle, but she slammed her heel right into his ribs. So sad. So bad. This was a perfect show. Mirabelle stood beside her mother, clasping her arms firmly across her chest. Christopher switched targets and latched onto Mirabelle’s legs. "Mira, baby, just tell them the truth. I have never hurt anyone. I am your…" he paused bu