Lahat ng Kabanata ng Marked By My Fiance's Alpha Uncle: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

LUCIANThe villa had been empty when Lucian came down the stairs before dawn. No breakfast trays clattered in the kitchen, and no voices carried from the west wing. Only the low ticking of the grandfather clock echoed off the marble floor.Lucian hadn't waited for Howard to set the dining table. He had poured himself black coffee in the early hours of the morning, stepped out before sunrise into his Mercedes. On the passenger seat beside him, the empty space made him pause a bit. Subconsciously, his knuckles tightened against the steering wheel. Her scent had filled the interior during their drives down the winding mountain pass. Today, all he could smell was just exhaust.His wolf paced restless and agitated, claws scraping the inside of his ribs.Find her, the beast demanded. You miss her. Turn the car around. She is better and more safe with us.“Be quiet,” Lucian muttered under his breath, forcing his foot down on the gas.He had promised her space. He could still see her face i

EVELINE.Seven days back in the apartment, and the space already felt more like home than it ever had.The bedroom in their shared apartment brought a familiar warmth. Eveline laid on her old twin bed, staring at the ceiling plaster. Her hand drifted to the base of her throat, fingers grazing the bite mark.Every time she breathed, Lucian’s scent of musk, sandalwood, and a warm thread of vanilla still clung faintly to her memory.She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and pulled on a dark sweatshirt and jeans.In the small kitchen, Tammy was leaning against the counter in an oversized hoodie, pouring black coffee into two mugs. The trash bin near the door was already overflowing with crumpled clinic brochures Eveline had brought home over the past seven days.“You’re awake,” Tammy said, sliding a mug across the table. “Did you sleep at all?”“A little,” Eveline said, sitting down in her usual chair. She took the coffee from Tammy. “Thank you. I can’t sit around this apartment all day without su

LUCIAN.The desk lamp cast a faint light over the stack of surgical schedules in the study, but Lucian hadn't read a single line in an hour.It had been seven days of going to and fro the hospital alone, walking into an empty house. He finally picked up his phone and dialed her line. The line rang…The automated operator clicked on: The number you have reached is unavailable…Lucian hung up. He waited thirty seconds before pressing the icon a second time.Again, the rings dragged out into the quiet room without answer.Go get her, his wolf roared inside his head. Take the keys. Drive into the city. Put our hands on her, lift her off her feet, and carry our mate back where she belongs.“Quiet,” Lucian muttered to the empty room. “I gave her my word. She will be given the liberty to make her decision and not dragged anywhere like I own her.”She is ours, the wolf growled back, pacing furiously, claws raking his lungs. She is sleeping on some random mattress in an unknown place while ou

EVELINE.Eveline climbed the stairs to the apartment in a hurry, holding the brown pharmacy bag tightly.The apartment was quiet. Tammy was still at the café covering the morning shift.Eveline walked straight into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. Her hands shook as she tore the brown paper open. The vitamin bottles clattered into the sink basin. She picked up the test kit, and read the back instructions even though she already knew how they worked from her clinical classes.She opened both packets, followed the directions, and set the two white sticks flat on the edge of the ceramic sink, screens facing down. She set a three-minute timer on her phone, placed it next to the tests, and stepped back.She paced the narrow space between the bathtub and the door. Her palms were sweaty. She pressed them against her jeans, breathing through her nose.It’s just stress, Eveline. She told herself. Cycles get delayed all the time.Her phone buzzed twice against the sink. The timer wen

EVELINEEveline sat in the clinic waiting room, her fingers curled tight around the envelope in her pocket.Two hundred and forty dollars in cash.The clinic was tucked into an alley in the lower industrial district. No intake forms, no ID checks, and no questions. The woman behind the sliding glass had simply taken her first name and pointed toward the row of plastic chairs.A door at the end of the hall swung open.A woman in faded green scrubs stepped out, a thin piece of paper resting against her arm. “Miss. Hart.”Eveline stood. Her knees were stiff, but she forced her feet forward, following the woman down the dim hallway into a small back room.An examination table stood under two bright fluorescent lights. On it were surgical instruments, a pack of unlabeled tablets, and a small cup of water.“Sit,” the woman said, hooking the door latch shut.Eveline sat on the edge of the table.“Wolf?” the woman asked without looking up.“Yes.”“How far along?”“Two to three weeks.”The wo