All Chapters of Marked By Two: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Aria is mine

Cassian’s POVThe taste of scotch was still bitter on my tongue, but the taste of Aria was something else entirely, it was a lifeline.I held her like she was the only thing keeping me grounded in a world that had just moved off its axis. My mother was back, Elena was a ghost of a lie locked in a room upstairs, and my brother was likely currently tearing the library apart in a silent rage. But here, in the shadows of the estate grounds, the only thing that existed was the frantic beat of Aria’s heart against mine.I pulled back just an inch, my forehead resting against hers. Her breath hitched, a small, broken sound that made me want to go back inside and burn every contract my mother had ever touched."You tried to kill me, Cassian," she whispered, her voice trembling, her eyes searching mine for the monster she’d seen in the library."I was blind," I rasped, my thumb grazing her jawline. The skin there was so soft, so different from the jagged glass I’d held minutes ago. "I wa

The Spiders silk

Third person pov( Maeve)The medical wing was too quiet, the air smelling of forced recovery and tension. Maeve sat on the edge of the bed, the silk robe Aria had brought her feeling like a second skin.She wasn't the broken girl they thought she was. Julian had taught her many things while she was "under", the most important being that in a house full of Alphas, the one who whispers the loudest is the one who eventually leads.The door creaked open. It wasn't Aria this time.It was Cassian. He looked like a man who had been put through a meat grinder. His shirt was wrinkled, his eyes were bloodshot, and he carried the heavy, intoxicating scent of bourbon mixed with the lingering perfume of the girl he’d just kissed in the garden."You should be resting," he said, his voice a rough, gravelly mess. He didn't look at her directly; he was staring at the IV pole as if it held the secrets to his ruined life."I’ve rested enough, Cassian," Maeve said, her voice soft and melodic. She

The Auction

Aria’s POVI was wearing a price tag. Every time a silver fork hit a china plate, it sounded like a gavel, and every time the man from the North looked at my throat, I could feel an invisible collar tightening. I wasn't the guest of honor. I was the main course.The dining room, usually a place of cold elegance, now felt like a cage. The Grand Luna sat at the head of the table, looking radiant and deadly in a deep emerald gown. To her right sat the North Buyer, a man named Silas who had eyes like stagnant pond water. He hadn't touched his steak. He had spent the last twenty minutes dissecting me with his gaze instead.Noah and Cassian sat opposite each other, two statues of pure rage. Noah’s knuckles were white as he gripped his wine glass, while Cassian kept his eyes fixed on Silas, his jaw tight enough to snap bone."The Mark is exceptionally clear for this time of the month," the Grand Luna remarked, her voice smooth as silk. She took a dainty sip of her wine. "It shows her v

The poisoned table

Aria’s POVThe silence that followed Silas’s jab was more violent than the scream Elena had let out. I watched Cassian’s jaw set and tighten, his eyes turning dark to a shade of amber that promised nothing but carnage. Silas was playing a dangerous game, mocking a Vaelor about his mate in his own house while it was already burning down from the inside."My mate," Cassian said, the words coming out as a low edge. He didn't look at Elena. He looked at Silas, his hands gripping the back of his chair so hard the mahogany groaned. "Is none of your concern. Perhaps in the North, you treat your women like show ponies, but here, we value... discretion.""Discretion?" the Grand Luna snapped, her voice like a whip. She stood up, her emerald gown shining under the dying candlelight. "There is nothing discreet about a woman who comes out of her room looking tattered to babble nonsense in front of our most important business partners."She turned her gaze toward the guards at the door, her ey

The rot in the roots

Aria’s POVThe North Buyer was gone, but the air he left behind was still foul. I felt like I was standing in the middle of a collapsing building, the dust of the Vaelor legacy choking me."What did you mean, Elena?" Noah’s voice was like the crack of a whip. He didn't look at the Grand Luna. He didn't look at the half-eaten dinner. He was staring at Elena, who was huddled on the floor like a broken doll. "No more riddles. What exactly do you know, or are you playing games with me?"Elena looked up, her face a mess of mascara and salt. She looked at the Grand Luna, then at Cassian. "It’s not for silver, Noah. It’s for him." She pointed a shaking finger at Cassian. "Julian didn't want to kill you. He wanted to replace you. He needed a Vaelor with the Mark to unlock the ancient strength of the pack's founding Alpha. It was all for selfish reasons.""Every day it sits on your skin, Aria, it’s drinking from you," Elena rasped, an edge to her voice. "Julian told me. The more it glow

The unholy alliance

Third Person POVThe luxury of the guest wing had become a tomb for Elena. The walls were covered in silk and adorned with gold leaf, felt as though they were closing in on her with every breath she took. She paced the length of the room, her fingers knotting together so tightly her knuckles were white."I’m pregnant," she whispered to the empty room, her voice cracking. "I’m really pregnant."She had spent years playing the part Julian had scripted for her, but the irony was a blade in her gut—now that she finally had the one thing that could bind her to the Vaelor line, no one believed her. She was a liar who had finally told a truth that had come too late.A soft, metallic click echoed through the room.Elena froze, her eyes moving to the heavy oak door. It hadn't been unlocked from the outside by a guard. Instead, the handle turned slowly, and the door slipped open just enough for a slim figure to come in through the shadows.It was Maeve.She wasn't wearing the hospital g

The fever and the foe

Noah’s POV"Move!" I roared at a servant who stood frozen in the hallway, their eyes wide with terror.I didn't wait for them to scatter. I kicked open the double doors of the medical wing, the wood slamming against the stops with a violence that matched the storm in my chest. I laid her down on the white linens of the bed, her dark hair splaying out against the pillows.She looked peaceful, almost. If it weren't for the heat."Doctor!" I bellowed.Dr. Aris stumbled out of his office, spectacles hanging from one ear, his face pale. He had been tending to the wounded guards from the previous night, but one look at my face and he dropped everything."Get the monitors on her. Now!" I commanded."Sir, I—""Now, Aris!"As the doctor quickly hooked up the leads and adjusted the sensors, I stood back, my hands trembling. I stared at her neck. The Mark, that beautiful curse that had started all of this, was no longer its usual faint silver. It was pulsing. A toxic, bruised violet li

The Ghost of a Home

Aria’s POVThe first thing I noticed wasn't the light, but the air.At the Vaelor estate, the air always tasted of cold stone, expensive floor wax, and the heavy scent of Alphas. But the air here was sweet. It carried the scent of crushed pine needles, damp earth, and the wild, peppery bloom of mountain lilies. It was the smell of home.I sat up, the grass beneath my palms soft and cool. I wasn't wearing the stiff, silk gown from the dinner, I was in my old linen tunic, the fabric worn thin and soft from a hundred washings in the creek. I felt light. I felt hollow in the way a bird must feel before it takes flight."Aria! You’ve been napping for an hour. The sun will be over the ridge before we even start the harvest."The voice was a melody I thought had been silenced forever by the roar of flames and the screams of the dying.I turned my head slowly, terrified that even a sharp movement would shatter the world around me. Standing a few yards away, kneeling in a patch of wil

The house of divided loyalties

Cassian’s POVThe clock on the wall of the medical wing didn’t just tick; it mocked me. Twenty-four hours. For twenty-four hours, Aria had been a ghost, her skin radiating a heat that defied every law of medicine I knew.I sat in the corner, the shadows of the room clinging to me like a second skin. My knuckles were bruised, my throat was raw from a night spent pacing and snarling at anyone who dared to look at me with pity. Across from the bed, Noah looked even worse. He was a man held together by sheer, stubborn willpower and the terrifying aura of an Alpha who was losing his anchor."Her heart rate is steady, but the fever isn't breaking," Noah muttered, his voice a dry rasp. He hadn't left her side since he carried her in. He looked at her neck, where the violet glow had settled into a low, menacing thrum. "Maybe we should… maybe we should bring Elena down here."The suggestion hung in the air like a foul odor. I felt my lip curl, a growl vibrating in my chest before I even

Cost of the Crown

Noah’s POVBy the time I reached the executive floor, the smell hit me. Not just the scent of gunpowder and ozone, but the metallic tang of blood. I stopped at the entrance of my office. My desk, a solid slab of hand-carved oak, had been split down the middle. My files, the lifeblood of all the routes, were fluttering in the wind that whistled through the shattered windows. And there, slumped against the mahogany filing cabinet, was Sarah.My secretary. The woman who had sent flowers to my mother for twenty years, who knew my coffee order before I did, and who had stayed late every night this week to help me navigate the North's legal traps. Her throat had been slit open.Something in my chest finally snapped."Silas!"The roar tore from my throat, vibrating the very foundations of the building.From the shadows of the balcony, Silas stepped out. He looked unbothered, adjusting the cuffs of his silk suit as he looked at the carnage he caused. "You're late, Noah. I was startin

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