บททั้งหมดของ MARKED BY THE WRONG BROTHER: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

From His Ashes The first thing Theo felt was heat, not that warm comfy heat that came from the sunlight each morning this was different.This was something else entirely—something invasive in every sense.It curled beneath his skin like a slow-burning fire, threading through his veins with quiet persistence, as though it had settled there and decided it would not be leaving anytime soon.It spread gradually, patiently, claiming space inch by inch on his soul. His brow furrowed faintly. Then came that heaviness that pressed down on him from all sides, dull and suffocating. His limbs felt distant, heavy in a way that didn’t belong to mere exhaustion. Even the simple act of breathing felt tougher; it was almost like his body had forgotten how to do it without effort.A silence stretched for what felt like eternity and then—“…Theo…”The voice came faintly, almost swallowed by the haze.His mind struggled to grasp it. It hovered just out of reach, like something remembered but not yet

Brother Out of- ArmTheo’s fist still rested against the table, the echo of his outburst hanging in the chamber long after the sound itself had faded. No one moved immediately. It was as though no one dared. Andre was breathing in heavily throughout that moment.It took a while but It was the eldest among them who finally exhaled.“Enough.”The voice was not loud, but it carried enough respect that it pressed against every wall in the chamber. Authority built over decades, not demanded but earned.Another elder followed, calmer but firmer. “This council will not descend into chaos over accusations without proof.”Theo’s shoulders rose and fell once. The fire in him had not dimmed, it had only been forced into restraintAndre, on the other hand, had already withdrawn from the moment. Reclined slightly, one arm resting against the chair, his expression was composed to the point of indifference. Looking at him it was àlmost as if the storm had never reached him.“That would be wise,”

Not So Sweet -Truth.Theo didn’t remember walking out of the room. He only remembered the sound of the door closing behind him with a slam.It was like something had been sealed shut that could never be opened again. For a moment, he stood in the corridor unmoving, his breath shallow, his mind refusing to align what he had just heard with anything that made sense.‘It was yours.’ Bella’s voice still echoed in him.It was yours? He thought to himself repeating the words.“No…” he uttered under his breath, shaking his head once as if that alone could dismiss it. “No, that’s not—”But even as he said it, something inside him twisted violently, rejecting denial. His hand shot out and struck the nearest wall in annoyance once and hard.Hard enough that the impact echoed down the corridor, he didn’t stop at that.A nearby vase went next and he watched as it shattered before it even fully registered in his mind that he had thrown it. Then a side table followed, dragged and overturned with

All Of Bella's Secrets The silence in the room did not last after that at least not with the way things and the entire atmosphere had suddenly swapped…It couldn’t.Not with the way the air had shifted the moment Eleanor said yes, answering the question that had been on her mind and sounding like, well Bella couldn't agree on exactly how it sounded.It was hard to tell if the woman was caring or she was just too self centered on whatever that bloody letter was about anyways.Bella remained seated on the edge of the bed, still pondering on all of this at first While trying to keep her temper in check.It was subtle at first—l, just the way her shoulders stiffened, the way her fingers loosened from their tight clasp only to curl again, slower this time…She was processing. Not accepting at least not yet. Just… processing. If that was ever a word that could be used in this instance.Eleanor noticed it but said nothing more. She had already pushed as far as she intended to for now. Anythi

An Alpha's Turmoil.Theo stayed right where he was, watching Andre and breathing heavily.For a moment after his challenge, the room seemed to hold itself together by nothing more than tension. Andre’s fist remained clenched, his breathing controlled but heavy, like something inside him was straining against a leash that had already begun to snap.Just when it felt like he might throw that first punch he relaxed and his fingers slowly loosened.It was barely noticeable. But it was enough. Theo saw it and sighed deeply Eleanor saw it as well but Bella only felt the pressure ease, though she did not yet understand why.Andre’s jaw tightened one last time before he stepped back. Just enough to create distance.“This isn’t over,” he said quietly.The words were not a threat it felt more like a promise he had already decided to keep and with a man like Andre anything was possible.Theo didn’t respond immediately. He held his ground for a second longer, making sure the moment passed fully