All Chapters of Marked by Midnight : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

EvaIt's been a little while since I woke, but I had refused to open my eyes, willing myself to believe that this was not really happening. Or it was one of my wild imaginations. I had them often. I feel his fingers slightly part the hair that covered my face. My hair felt like it stuck to my face, and I guessed it was the sweat all over me. "I know you're awake" he says, as his hot breath tickles my earlobe, and I feel my cheeks flush red. My eyes opens, slow, afraid of what I may see. A faint realization that this was my reality and not a dream, hit me.I am no longer in the forest, surrounded by wildflowers, but in a chamber. I look around enough to see the chandelier hanging above me, pure gold. Gold as I've never seen before, then my eyes slowly adjust to the pair of silver eyes watching me intently. The moment he decided to turn me, I realized something terrifying. I had no say in it.Shawn didn’t ask. He didn’t even warn me. There was no her

Eva The first full heat hit like a storm I couldn’t control.It starts as a fluttering in my chest, just enough to distract me, but then it explodes. My pulse spikes. My wolf thrashed inside, claws digging into my bones. Every nerve screamed. Every shadow smelled like him. Him. Shawn.I stumble, biting my hand to keep from screaming. The room felt smaller, hotter, tighter. Somehow, I find my way and crawl to the balcony. My senses were no longer mine. I could hear the faintest brush of movement outside, smell the blood in the air, feel the thrum of his heartbeat from miles away.And then he appears. Shawn, as if summoned. His eyes are silver under the moonlight. He doesn't speak. He didn't need to. My wolf knew, and mine howled in response."Please, make it stop", I beg, squirming from the intense pain I was feeling. "I can't", he squats close to me, as I lay sprawled out at his feet. Standing to his feet, he yanks off his t-shirt, exposing hi

EvaInside my room, I pace around, hysterical for a second, somewhat boiling over the conversation I'd just had with Shawn in the elevator. Wasn't it enough that he ruined my life? Was he about to steal it too? I let out a short maniacal laughter that sounded hoarse to me. I was pissed. I stand before the dressing mirror, its edges glazed with gold. One had to be a certain type of old to have accumulated this amount of wealth. I let my fingers run along the edges, then watched it slide down to the table, still tracing that fine gold. My attention snaps back, the hairs on my body stand as I realize I'm no longer alone. Someone had snuck in. The tips of my ears jerked, like it was listening for something. I leave the dressing room and walk back into my room, but not before snatching a steel comb as a weapon. I wasn't familiar with how the wolf thing worked, so I wasn't about to put my life at risk. “Matthew?” I recognize him even before he turns aro

EvaIt's been a week, and I've outright rejected everything I'd been served. No trace of Shawn nor Mat. I huff out air through my lips, discarding the book I had taken to read. The book kept me sane most of the time, but right now, I felt like I would combust out of anger. As for my wolf, it had surprisingly been quiet and calm all these while, it was almost like it was still licking its emotional wounds from the last incident. Besides the sudden painful heart twists I had when I thought Shawn's name, every other thing was silent. “Eva”, I hear a female voice call my name, before a light knock on the door follows. “It's Alice. I'm coming in.”I didn't know any Alice, at least, not in this part of the world. I sit up on the bed, from my lying position, dragging the duvet along with me to properly cover my waist down. The door opens and I see a head peek in, the door opens wider, and she steps in, holding a tray in both hands, while using her side body to nudge the door closed. “Food

ShawnIt wasn't the mummured whispers that suddenly filled the hall that made me aware of her presence. I was mid-conversation with two northern delegates, nodding at something about border disputes and hunting rights, when my wolf surged forward. It had been pacing restlessly, and now, it alerted me of her presence. I kept my expression neutral, lifting my glass in acknowledgment of a joke I hadn’t heard. But my senses had already shifted, tuned past the music, past the clatter of goblets and the jumble of voices.To her. Eva.Standing in a white dress, simple necklace, hair braided and held up with pins, no jewelry, except a modest pendant she kept touching nervously, she still outshone other women in the room. I wasn't supposed to notice, but I did. A few minutes ago, our gaze clashed. She'd been standing at this particular spot, and just when I'd managed to disentangle myself from the group, she was nowhere to be found. So that was the reason? My eyes