Todos os capítulos de MARKED BY FATE: THE ALPHA PRINCE'S REGRET: Capítulo 111 - Capítulo 120

Three days after the Hollow vanished, the kingdom started losing pieces of itself.No one noticed at first. That was the worst part. A baker in the capital stared at her own street and couldn't remember its name, even though she'd walked it every day for thirty years. Two of Rhys's warriors argued over a drill they both knew by heart, but neither could say who taught it to them. In Sterling, a little girl asked for her father. Her mother opened her mouth to answer, then froze, lost, and the question slipped away like it had never been asked.I only understood because of the mark burning on my skin.It woke me before dawn on the fourth day. Not warm this time, cold. A thin, silver line of ice across my palm. And with it, a gut-deep certainty: something had been holding a door shut, a door I never even knew was there. Not the passage. Something deeper. Something the Hollow had guarded so quietly, we didn't even feel its absence until now."Say the names," I told Rhys, sitting up in the

"Corvin." Rhys's voice had gone flat and fast, the voice he used for orders in a fight. "Corvin, her arm."Corvin turned. His eyes landed on my hand, on the silver lines crawling up toward my elbow. He didn't even blink."Her arm is fine," he said, already turning back to his notes. "Ivy, I want to record exactly what you felt when you reached for Bianca. The texture of the resistance, if you can describe it""Corvin, look at her arm," Rhys said again, louder."I am looking at her." Corvin's voice was confused, like when someone points at an empty table and swears there's a cup sitting right there.Wren's eyes had gone distant and then sharp, her gift straining. "I can't see it," she said, quiet with real fear now. "Ivy, I can't see it either. I know something's wrong with your arm because Rhys is looking at it like it's on fire, but when I try to look myself, it just slides. Like my eyes don't want to stay on it.""It's not hiding from your sight," Serrin said slowly. She hadn't move

Something was off about the capital. I felt it crawling under my skin before I could even see what it was.At first, I thought it was the buildings. But it was the people. The market in the lower district was still open, stalls lined up, coins passing from hand to hand. But nobody spoke. No laughter, no greetings, just a heavy silence that pressed down on everything. Vendors didn't call out. Customers didn't smile. Everyone just moved like ghosts, like they were stuck in a life they couldn't remember choosing."They're not afraid," Wren said, watching a woman hand bread to a child without once looking at the child's face. "That's what's wrong. They should be afraid. Something's taking pieces out of them every hour, and they're just continuing.""You can't be afraid of a gap you don't remember having," Corvin said quietly. "Fear requires knowing what you've lost. This isn't fear. This is simply what's left once fear has nothing to attach to."Lady Wexford waited at the palace gates. Fo

“I can’t give you back what you were,” I said. “I’m sorry. I don’t have it.”I know.“But I can tell you what unmaking is.” My voice didn’t echo. I spoke slow, like every word had to be carved out. “I spent a year learning it. It’s not just tearing lies apart. It’s finding what’s false and letting the truth stand. And the worst lie is the one that says you’re nothing. That there’s nothing left of you to find.”The dark trembled.“Something is left,” I said. “Because you’re still asking. Something with no self doesn’t ask to be finished.”I reached for the mark with everything I had left, but not to pull this time. I opened my hand.The silver rushed up my arm, cold as ice. I felt what it had carried alone for longer than anyone could remember a hole shaped like a name. A hollow in the world, the size of a person.“I can’t do this alone,” I said, and turned.I’d never let anyone carry this with me. Until now.Wren stepped forward first and laid her palm over my shoulder. “I see the edg

Kaelan found me on the balcony where we’d always had our hardest conversations. It was early evening, the capital below us loud and ordinary, a city remembering how to argue.“You look different,” he said.“I’m not different. I’m just not carrying it.”“That’s what I meant.” He leaned on the railing, not close and not far. In the years I’d known him, he had never once stood in a way that took up more space than the moment needed, and I realised I’d stopped noticing that, which meant it had become who he was. “I’ve been thinking about what Corvin said. About the fourth thread. That the bond isn’t the answer, and neither is the choice, but that the two of them together are what held.”“I’ve been thinking about it too.”“The bond is still there,” Kaelan said. “I can feel it. I always will, I think. It isn’t going to go away because we’d both like it to be simpler.”“I know.”“I’m not going to ask you to ignore it. That would be a lie, and you’d hear it.” He almost smiled. “Well. You used