บททั้งหมดของ Marked by the moon—Rejected by my Alpha mate : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

[ Elena's POV ] Both Ambrose and Nicholas turned to face me, surprise clearly written on their expressions. “What. How?” Ambrose snapped. “Okay…. I didn't see this one coming.” Nicholas said and I saw something lit in his eyes like he was impressed with my sharp instincts. I didn't think much about it anyway. “Look closely,” I pulled the phone closer to Ambrose's face, “don't you see it, the black serpent tattoo on the back of his hand, while he was reaching for a hand shake.”Ambrose's eyes darkened and zeroed on the spot, realization flickering across his deep brown eyes. “Motherfucking Alvin,” his voice trembled with disgust, “I'm fucking going to tear him into pieces.”“So, you guys got a snake in your pack all this while, without realizing.” Nicholas said unbothered as he turned the steering wheel and set the car speeding through the road. I caught the faintest grin on his insanely handsome face in the rear mirror. “And you think that's funny.” I clapped back at him, a hint

{ Nicholas's POV }The note disappeared the second Elena stepped out of her bathroom, her towel tightly wrapping her body. I watched from the shade of the oak tree in their beautiful garden bordering the eastern wing of Crescent Moon Manor, hidden just well enough to avoid being spotted from her bedroom window.She unfolded the brown paper. Even from where I stood, I could picture the tiny crease forming between her brows. She always frowned whenever she was trying to figure out something. A slow smile tugged at my lips. Curiosity would do the rest.I pushed away from the tree and crawled back toward the secret entrance I created before she could decide to look out the window. Unfortunately for me, I came in contact with her twin brother. Ambrose muttered a few words about how I shouldn't break his beloved sister's heart and left. I didn't know how to tell him that I wanted to own her forever. His face seemed like he was facing something more serious and didn't actually have time to

{ Elena's POV } I should have worn a scarf. My free hand instinctively flew to my neck, covering the mark—too late, the damage was already done. The dining room suddenly felt stuffy, my heart lodged in my throat as Mum's narrowed gaze bore into me. “I asked a question,” she pressed on, her voice quiet and even. Damn! Damn! Damn! What was I supposed to tell her? “Lena,” she said, setting her cup down again. “I… Uhmm… I was investigating something, and things got a bit physical, and I ended up getting a cut.” I paused. “I am fine; it is nothing serious.” “Oh, really.” She dragged, giving me that ‘You think I'm a fool’ look. Of course she doesn't believe me; she's married and more experienced with these things. We both knew she knew. Casting one long look at me, she finished her remaining tea in one gulp and stood up. “I will have Ria send your dress to your room,” she said in a firm tone, already walking out of the dining. “But I said I wasn't going,” I groaned out in frustrati

{ Elena's POV } Motherfucking Lucan! He had a habit of appearing in the exact moments I let my guard down. One minute I was smiling at the moon, celebrating my little win. The next minute—him. I did not turn around. If I turned around it was real, but I did anyway. “What the fuck do you want from me?”He didn't reply or even move back—damn he was too close, just kept staring hard at me with a smirk on his lips. “Why so harsh, little birdie?” His gaze dropped to the glass of rum in my hand. Before I could protest he had jerked it away and taken a slow deliberate sip, from the exact spot my lipstick had marked.“You!” I snapped at him, clenching my fists. The smirk on his face grew wider as stepped closer, making me draw back until my shoulders hit the wall behind me. “Have anyone told you,” he said,trailing his fingers from my cheek to my jawline, “you look much prettier when you're livid.”My breath hitched, “get your filthy hands off me.” I slapped his hand off. His smirk turn

[Third-Person POV] Blackstone PackThe celebrations slowly came to an end as the people left for their various homes. Melissa fumed with silent rage as she put on a fake smile, standing at the exit, bidding the guests goodnight and thanking them for heeding their invitation to attend the party at their pack despite the sudden change of venue. She didn't miss it—the mockery in their smiles as they passed by, the way they responded to her too sweetly, or the way their stares lingered longer than necessary. How disgusting! Elena is definitely going to pay for this. Maya and Niah tried their best to wipe the cream, but there was still some in her hair, and she still smelled like dessert. Huffing out a breath, she folded her hands and headed for the bar at the other end before her face distorts from all the fake smiles she's been forcing. “One shot of vodka, please,” she said to the bartender as she sat down on the stool. “Here, Luna Melissa,” he said, placing the drink on the counter