All Chapters of MATED TO MY EX’S FATHER : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

CHAPTER ELEVENTHE GIRL WITH THE MARK Isla’s POVI had spent almost an entire night thinking about the same thing.The mark.The strange voice inside my head.And Alpha King Ryan Volkov, who seemed to know a lot more than he was willing to tell me.I had barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I remembered the ceremony, the way everyone had stared at me, and the fear on some of their faces when the red crescent appeared beneath my collarbone.It was strange how quickly life could change.Less than a month ago, I had been the girl nobody wanted. The girl her own family treated like a burden. The girl who had watched the man she loved choose her cousin in front of an entire room full of people.Now, I was apparently someone important enough to make an entire council argue about my existence.Lucky me.I sat up in bed and stared at the curtains.“I need to get out of this room.”The room was beautiful. Too beautiful, actually. The bed was softer than anything I had ever slept on, the

CHAPTER THIRTEENTHE BLACK HUNTER Isla’s POVI couldn’t stop thinking about the glass.One moment, I had been staring at a glass on a table, trying to understand how I had caught another one before it hit the floor. The next, I had somehow shattered it without touching it and held every broken piece in the air.With my mind.It sounded ridiculous even when I said it to myself.I sat on my bed, staring at my hands.“What exactly are you?” I whispered.There was no answer.The strange voice that had spoken to me after the ceremony remained quiet. I had tried calling to it several times, but all I received was silence.I was beginning to think it only showed up when it pleased.Typical.A knock interrupted my thoughts.“Come in.”Ryan entered, his expression more serious than it had been earlier. He had changed into a dark shirt, but he still looked like someone who had spent the last hour dealing with a problem he would rather solve by breaking something.He closed the door behind him.

CHAPTER FIFTEENTHE KING’S ARRIVAL Isla’s POVI had never seen Crescent Estate so busy.Since breakfast, Mrs. Denver had been walking around with a clipboard, giving instructions to anyone unfortunate enough to cross her path. The maids were polishing furniture that already looked polished, the kitchen staff were preparing enough food to feed an army, and the guards seemed determined to inspect every single entrance to the estate.Even the flowers were getting special treatment.I watched two workers carefully arranging fresh flowers in a large vase near the entrance hall before turning to Mrs. Denver.“Is the other king coming to live here permanently, or is he just visiting?”She stopped writing on her clipboard.“Why would you ask that?”“Because, at this rate, I expect you to order someone to polish the air before he arrives.”One of the nearby maids covered her mouth, trying to hide a laugh.Mrs. Denver gave me a look.“King Leon Ashbourne is an important guest. It is only right

CHAPTER SEVENTEENTHE KING’S WARNINGRyan’s POVThe sound of breaking glass was still fresh in my mind.I could still see the way the cup had exploded in midair, sending sharp pieces flying across the Council chamber. I could still hear the screams, the sound of glass hitting the floor, and Isla’s frightened voice as she tried to understand what she had done.And worst of all, I could still remember the look on her face when she realized she had hurt people.She hadn’t meant to.That was what bothered me the most.Isla Warren possessed a power she could barely control, and the last thing she needed was a room full of people looking at her as though she were a monster.I left the Council chamber shortly after the meeting ended. The injured councillors had been taken to the infirmary, and Leon had remained behind briefly to speak with some of the members. I wanted to be alone long enough to think, but apparently, the universe had other plans.“Ryan!”I stopped walking.Only one man in m

CHAPTER NINETEENTHE VOICE WITHINIsla’s POVBy 6:15 a.m., I had already decided that waking up early was a personal attack.My alarm had barely stopped ringing when I threw my blanket over my head and considered pretending I was sick. I could almost imagine myself lying comfortably in bed while everyone else suffered on the training grounds.Unfortunately, the thought of Peter Hale finding out that I had skipped training was enough to make me sit up.That man would probably come to my room, drag me out of bed, and announce to the entire estate that his newest trainee had surrendered to a pillow.Absolutely not.I wasn’t giving him that satisfaction.I rushed into the bathroom, showered, and washed my face before returning to my room to get dressed. Just like yesterday, I wore my fitted black training clothes and tied my hair into a high braided ponytail. I checked myself in the mirror, adjusted the loose strands around my face, and took a deep breath.It was 6:40 a.m.I was ready.Ac