All Chapters of Marked By Two: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

59 Chapters

The Breaking Point

Aria’s POVThe slap was heavier than I expected.The sound of my palm meeting Noah’s cheek cracked through the silent hall like a gunshot. My hand stung, a sharp, buzzing heat radiating from my fingers, but it was nothing compared to the fire roaring in my chest. I had walked into this house with an anger I couldn't explain, a dark, oily tide that had carried me all the way from that blood-soaked alley to these marble floors.I had hit an Alpha. I had struck the man who held my life in his hands, and the regret hit me almost immediately. "How dare you?" Cassian’s voice barked, slicing through the air.Within a heartbeat, Four guards appeared surrounding me in a tight, suffocating circle. Their scent was aggressive, of musk and steel and their eyes were fixed on me like I was a rabid animal that needed to be put down."What did you do to me?" I screamed, my voice cracking with anger."What did the both of you do to me?"I didn't just shout; the words felt like they were rippe

Red Water

Aria’s POVMy bathwater in the clawfoot tub was no longer clear. It was a bruised pink, swirling with the remnants of the lives I had apparently taken in that alley, and who knows, maybe more.I sat there, paralyzed, scrubbing at my skin until it was raw, but the feeling of being unclean wouldn't leave me. As I closed my eyes, the flashes came back. They weren't clear memories; they were cracked bursts of violence.I saw myself snap someone's throat. The sound of wet tearing. A pair of eyes wide with a terror that I had caused. I saw my own hands do it, but I couldn't tell if I saw it with my own eyes.My breath hitched, and I instinctively reached up, my wet fingers pressing against the center of my chest. I touched the skin where the Mark had been, the spot that usually pulsed with a dull ache. My skin felt cold, but underneath, there was a vibration, like a hive of bees waking up after a long winter.Something was definitely wrong with me.A sharp knock at the door startled

The Bitter Glass

Cassian’s POVSleep finally claimed me, but it wasn't relieving. It was a trap.In the dream, the estate was silent. The air smelled of rain and something sweet, Aria’s scent. She was standing by the window, her back to me, the moonlight catching the silver threads and beads adorned in her hair. I moved toward her, my heart hammering against my ribs with a desperate, aching crave. I reached out, my fingers grazing the soft skin of her waist, pulling her against my chest. My lips caressed her shoulders, her hair brushing against my face. I needed her. I needed the heat of her to drown out the cold void that had been hollowed out inside me.She turned in my arms, but as she leaned in to kiss me, the scent changed. A scent of vanilla came through, stripping away Aria's. The face looking up at me wasn't Aria’s wide, haunting eyes; it was Elena’s mocking smirk. She pressed her lips to mine, a cold, possessive brand that felt like a curse.I bolted upright in the dark, my breath com

A saviour's sin

Cassian’s POVMy vision was a chaos of swirling, violent colors, focused entirely on the girl in the center of the storm. Aria. She looked so small in that silk robe, so breakable against the backdrop of this cold stone estate, and yet she was the only thing holding my fractured mind together. Without her, I was just a beast in a suit, drowning myself in bourbon and bad blood.I didn't think anymore. I couldn't. I just moved.I stumbled toward them, my boots heavy and loud on the rug."Get away from her, Noah," I growled, the words turning into a promise of violence. I reached out, my hand grasping for her, pulling at the silk of her robe with a desperate, immoral hunger I couldn't control. I wanted to rip her away from him, to claim the space he was occupying, to prove she was mine even if I had to break her to do it."Cassian, stop. You're drunk," Noah said, his voice dropping into that commanding Alpha tone that usually made me see red. He stepped between us, his palm flat aga

The Viper's Nest

The study was silent, except for the rhythmic ticking of a grandfather clock that sounded like a slow, beating heart. Julian sat in the high-backed leather chair, the glow of a single candle casting long, dancing shadows across his face. Opposite him, Maeve sat perfectly still. She wasn't the girl she had been weeks ago; the warmth in her eyes had been replaced by a flat, hollow stare that reflected Julian’s own dark ambition.A burner phone on the mahogany desk vibrated, a sharp, buzzing intrusion on the silence. Julian picked it up, his eyes scanning the encrypted message from his contact inside the Vaelor estate.“The brothers fought. Aria collapsed. The Healer has intervened.”Julian’s grip tightened on the phone until his knuckles turned white. His calm mask slipped for a fraction of a second, revealing a flash of genuine anger."The Healer," he hissed, the words tasting like venom. "Elena. That rejected little stray was supposed to be a distraction, not a savior."Maeve t

The silver debt

Aria’s POV The world didn't come back all at once. It returned in small, jagged pieces. I could smell medicinal herbs, a distant storm, and a throbbing ache in my temple that felt like a pulse. My eyes were heavy, glued shut by a fever that had dried the very breath from my lungs.When I finally managed to crack them open, the room was covered in the dim, amber glow of a single lamp. I blinked, trying to clear the fog. My body felt heavy, like it was made of lead, and my skin still prickled with a lingering, burning heat.That was when I realized I wasn't alone.A woman was sitting in a chair pulled close to my bedside. She leaned forward, her hands busy with a bowl of water and a cloth. In the shadows, I thought it was one of the maids, maybe Bella, but as she moved into the light, my heart skipped a beat.She was beautiful, but it was a cold, sharp kind of beauty. Her hair was a pale, shimmering blonde, and her eyes held a depth of experience that didn't match the youthful cu

The Mother of Wolves

Aria’s POVI followed Elena down the grand staircase. She walked with the poise of a queen returning to her throne, her silk gown whispering against the marble. I lingered a few steps behind, my simple attire and dampened hair making me feel like a shadow trailing behind a sun.Getting dressed had been an exercise in suppressed anger. Every time I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror looking pale, trembling, and wearing a simple linen dress I’d found in the wardrobe, I heard Elena’s voice echoing in my head. Fiancée. The mother of the next Vaelor heir. The words felt like a slow-acting poison, numbing the pain in my head only to replace it with a hollow ache in my chest.When we reached the room, the air was thick with the scent of ancient power and expensive tobacco. Noah was standing by the fireplace, his back to us, his posture stiff. But it was the woman sitting in the high-backed velvet chair who commanded the room.She was older, her hair a striking silver pulled back

The Breach

Aria’s POVThe words on the parchment seemed to burn into my skin. The fever is the Vaelor brothers trying to lock your power away.The realization hit me harder than the sickness had. Everything they’d told me, Noah’s protective distance, Cassian’s desperate jealousy, it wasn't just about my safety. It was about containment. They didn't want me to die; they wanted me to stay small, quiet, and powerless.I looked toward my bedroom door, listening. The house was unnervingly still, save for the muffled, rhythmic thud of guards’ boots patrolling the hall. Noah and Cassian were likely still downstairs, trapped in the web of lies spun by their mother and Elena.I stood up, my legs feeling steadier than they had in days. The vibration in my veins wasn't painful anymore; it felt like a dark thrill. I didn't grab a coat. I didn't grab anything. I slipped out of my room, moving through the shadows of the hallway with a silence that surprised even me. My footsteps felt like smoke on the

The Judas Kiss

Aria’s POVI ran. My lungs burned with every breath, the cold air of the corridors cutting my skin like glass, but the vibration in my blood gave me a terrifying amount of energy. I didn't head for the safety of my room; I headed for the room where I had left the so-called perfect Vaelor family.I burst through the double doors, my hair standing on different ends and my chest heaving. The Grand Luna was still seated, calmly sipping tea as if the world weren't ending a few hundred yards away. Elena was standing by the window, her hand resting protectively over her stomach."The estate," I gasped, clutching the doorframe to keep from collapsing. "It’s under attack. The southern wall is down. Noah is at the breach... he’s fighting ferals."The Grand Luna didn't even set her cup down. She looked at me with a slow, chilling boredom. "Sit down, girl. Your hysterics are tiresome. The Vaelor estate has silver-lined wards that have stood for three generations. It cannot be under attack by

Judgement day

Aria’s POVThe silk of my dress was a deep, bruised red, the exact shade of the gown I had worn the night of the gala. The night my life shattered. As I stared at my reflection, the fabric felt like a second skin, a reminder of the girl who had been betrayed and the woman who had survived.My fingers traced the skin just above my collarbone. It was there again. The Mark, burning with a steady, silver light. I was finally free from the void. I closed my eyes, and for a moment, I was back in that crumbling drawing room, the air was thick with the smell of blood and wet fur. I remembered the weight of Maeve in my arms, the desperate, crushing hug that had acted as a bridge. I had felt the darkness drain out of me, flowing back into her like water returning to a poisoned well.“I’m sorry,” I had whispered as Maeve slumped against me, her pulse fading like a dying candle. I had screamed for Elena, begged her to use the healing skills she bragged about to save my cousin, even as Julia

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