All Chapters of Marked By Three Kings: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

_Dahlia’s POV_I stared at myself in the mirror for the umpteenth time. I wasn't sure what their typical party wear was since I have only been to formal events with my brother. But the white dress looked perfect on me. Not to mention, it was my most expensive dress.The silky fabric hugged every inch of my curves, the neckline dipping in a way that was elegant yet… maybe a little daring. I dabbed on a bit of perfume and slid my feet into silver heels. My heart pounded harder with each tick of the clock. I really didn't want to embarrass Taylor, especially when there was a chance that he might be showing me off to everyone tonight.I clutched the small diamond clutch Atlas had gifted me for my last birthday, taking one last deep breath before stepping out of my room. The moment I arrived at the venue, my jaw nearly dropped. The place was buzzing with laughter, music, and flashing lights. Expensive cars lined the front, and I recognized some of the most powerful Alpha heirs stepping

_Dahlia’s POV_I staggered back as the pain hit me over and over again but I continued staring. He didn't break eye contact either. If anything, his lips curled in a smirk as his eyes lit with pure fascination. His scent mixed with the pheromones was too intoxicating for my body to handle. The girls hadn't noticed me yet because they were too lost in the world of pleasure but this man, he stared at like he was feeling like the duvet was non-existent. My body was heating up at a rapid rate. I wanted to leave. I knew I had to but I… I couldn't. My legs wouldn't cooperate. It was like I was stuck in a trance. He gestured at me to come closer and I found my legs moving on their own. Like I was actually heading towards him. I stopped a few metres away from him. My wolf was whimpering now. 'Make him stop…’Hell if I could! I couldn't even make my own body listen to me. He signalled me to come closer. I took a shaky step forward.“Closer.” The richness of that velvety tone made me want

_Dahlia’s POV_I turned around slowly, my heart pounding so hard I was sure everyone could hear it. The moment my eyes landed on him, my breath caught in my throat. The last person I expected to see was standing there.Zayne Lachlan.Even if I hadn’t recognized that voice, that cold, commanding tone that could freeze fire, the scar would have given him away instantly. It was impossible to miss, running from the side of his head down to his lower eyelid like a twisted silver thread. The infamous mark that made him instantly recognizable across both schools.But nothing, absolutely nothing, had prepared me for this.I had never seen him up close before. Hell, I’d barely seen him at all. He was like a ghost at Blackridge, never in classes, never at school events, never mingling with other students. The only place anyone ever spotted him was the rooftop, and that area had been declared off-limits after a group of students came back looking like they’d been mauled by wild animals. The rumo

_Dahlia’s POV_The school bell rang right at that moment, cutting through the tension like a knife. I had never been so grateful to hear that annoying sound in my entire life.“I have class,” I said quickly, my words tumbling over each other. “I need to go. I can’t be late.”Zayne stopped walking and turned to look at me with those piercing eyes. One of his dark eyebrows raised slightly, like he found something amusing about what I’d said.“What’s the point of attending classes if you’re still going to fail anyway?” he asked in that cold, matter-of-fact voice.My mouth fell open. The nerve of this guy! Heat flooded my cheeks, and I felt a surge of anger mixed with embarrassment. How dare he assume I was failing? Sure, my grades weren’t perfect, but they weren’t that bad either. At least, I didn’t think they were.“I am not—” I started to protest, but he cut me off with a wave of his hand.“Go ahead,” he said simply. “I’ll see you after classes.”And just like that, he walked away, lea

_Dahlia’s POV_Classes were finally over, and I was shoving my books into my backpack when my phone buzzed. I pulled it out to see a text from Atlas that made my blood turn cold.*Come home immediately after school. We need to talk.*My hands started shaking as I read the message over and over again. This was bad. Really, really bad. But I kept praying that maybe, just maybe, my parents would be home too.I could handle my parents’ anger. They would yell and lecture me, but eventually they would calm down and listen to my side of the story. Mom always had a soft spot for me, and Dad could usually be reasoned with if I cried enough. But Atlas? Atlas would skin me alive without even blinking.My big brother had always been protective of our family’s reputation. He took his role as the future leader very seriously, and he expected the rest of us to live up to the same standards. When I messed up, it reflected badly on him, and he didn’t tolerate that kind of embarrassment.I groaned and