บททั้งหมดของ MARKED BY THE WRONG BROTHER: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Conspiracy.Theo remained standing by the window long after the guard had gone, he couldn't get his mind away from that one woman. His brother's own woman.Wasn't it quite unusual that he had always wanted things that were Andre’s ever since they were young pups running around the pack.What started between the brothers as a lust for their father's love and attention had become a thirst for supremacy not regarding who or what crumbles in their pursuit for it.Theo sighs as for the first time he looks around the room cautiously. The room had fallen back into its earlier quiet, but it no longer felt still as the air carried something unsettling.Why had Bella enquired about him?The fact he couldn't see into her mind even after their night at the library made his soul void. He could feel himself crumbling and the only thing that felt worthy enough to hold the fragments of his soul together was her.His reflection in the glass stared back at him. While it appeared calm on the surface,

Between Bloods.The forest had long fallen quiet by the time Bella opened her eyes.In a way the air still held the memory of what they did as it was filled with this ecstatic feeling that she couldn't understand.For a moment she did not remember where she was. The scent of pine lingered in the air, mingled with something warmer than she was.She turned slightly and her cheek rested against a sudden warmth, the steady rise and fall beneath her ear told her exactly whose arms held her even as she was refusing to believe what had happened.Andre all this while slept on his back with one arm draped possessively across her waist even in rest he showed how possessive of her.His brow, usually furrowed with command and had smoothed as she looked at his face.Replacing it was something almost boyish about him àlmost as if she didn't know him or he was a different Andre while he slept and not the fierce alpha she had come to know.Bella shifted slightly, testing the hold around her. His gr

Silk and Secrets“That was close." She muttered to herself while touching her temple.Bella did not move for a long time after Andre left the room after his assault. For her it was partly shock and a left over of anxiety from almost being caught.In a way,the room still felt disturbed, as though it carried an energy or aura of what just happened.Her fingers hovered over the faint redness at her throat. It was not painful, not intensely but it held the memory of one part of Andre that unsettled her. Was it the accusation in his eyes or the fact he was right about his suspicions.She drew in a slow breath...This could not continue. She tells herself as she crossed the room and closed the window firmly, securing the latch this time before she locked the main door. Bella walked towards her bed after doing that “I will stay away,” she told herself quietly.No wandering the corridors alone. No lingering in gardens. No allowing Theo to corner her with that quiet intensity as he had alwa

Shattered MasksIt was not Andre standing before her beneath the moonlight, much to her shock it was Theo.Bella’s breath left her in a quiet gasp as the silver mask came away in her hand, she backed away from the man standing before her. Her hands flew to her mouth muffling the shiver running through her nerves.The soft glow from the moonlight caught the side of his face, no longer hidden, no longer disguised, igniting a mischievous smile over her face.It was obvious— The gentle voice, the calmness in the dance, the careful touch. It had all been him, it had been all clear signs that it wasn't Andre but she had been too blind to see it but maybe she knew but didn't want to accept that truth.For a moment she simply stared, her thoughts refusing to her that option of moving as she stayed glued to that spot.The oak tree above them moved with the night wind, and somewhere far behind them laughter still echoed faintly from the grand hall. To her all of this still felt unreal, as if s

Never The EndThe corridor outside Theo’s chambers was empty by the time Armad dragged him in, he was battered though trying to mumble something inaudible at the same time.Theo’s boots left faint streaks of blood against the polished floor. Most of it had already begun to dry by the time he dropped him to the bed with a thud.“Arrg."He groaned before muttering what felt like a cuss word under his breath.The cuts along his brow and lip were knitting themselves back together, as he healed slowly with his skin pulling tight in that familiar, uncomfortable way that came with wolf healing.It did not make the pain any less real as he felt every bit of it . For a minute Armad stepped away leaving him alone to that cold solitude and silence.As Armad returned, he pushed the door shut with his foot and guided him toward the chair near the fireplace.“Sit, my Lord.” he said while attempting to help.Theo shrugged him off at first, pride and anger flaring on instinct, but the sharp pull alo