All Chapters of MARKED BY FATE: THE ALPHA PRINCE'S REGRET: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Corvin’s last words hung in the air, heavy and sharp, like we were all waiting for something to break. It felt like a door was already cracked open, and something was watching us from the other side. No one dared to ask him for more. We couldn’t have handled it, not that night.Three days later, in the training yard of all places, I finally realized just how little any of us understood about what I really was.Rhys called me over to settle a fight between two warriors. Nothing big, just an argument about whether one of them broke formation on purpose or just messed up the timing. Normal pack stuff. I’d handled things like this a hundred times, long before anyone called what I had a gift. I just wanted to catch the lie.But there wasn’t a lie. Both of them believed what they said, each trapped in their own version of the truth. Then the accused looked at me and said, "I never meant to put him at risk." And something inside me reached past his words, past his honest intentions, and brus

Kaelan showed up three days after my vision, straight from the capital. His saddlebags looked like they weighed a ton, and the exhaustion in his eyes was impossible to miss. He didn't even pause to catch his breath before coming straight to me."I need you to see something," he said, "before I lose my nerve about whether I should have taken it in the first place."He brought records. Not scraps from Yselle’s network or ruined pages from some ancient purge. These were sealed royal archives, the kind only a regent could touch. Documents that were never supposed to leave the palace."I told the archivist I needed historical precedent for a council matter," he said, laying the bundle carefully on Corvin's table. "That wasn't entirely a lie. I do need it. I simply doubt he'd have handed it over quite so readily if I'd told him precisely what I was looking for."Corvin’s hands shook as he untied the cord. Not from age this time. From anticipation. Sixty years he’d been searching for this ki

Silence crashed over us after Corvin finished reading. The words hung in the air, heavy and choking, like smoke that refused to clear. Just long enough for her bloodline to create someone who could finish what she started. "That doesn't necessarily mean me," Kaelan said finally, though the way he said it told me he didn't believe his own reassurance any more than the rest of us did. "It doesn't necessarily not mean you, either," Serrin said, not unkindly, though the words landed hard regardless. I saw something ancient and scared flicker in Kaelan's eyes. Not fear of losing his crown or his life. Something deeper. The kind of terror you feel when you realize your whole life might have been shaped for a purpose you never chose. I knew that fear. I’d been living with it since the ceremony the night a bond I never wanted decided for me which way my life would go. "We don't know enough yet to assume anything," Corvin said, gentler now, setting the fragile letter carefully aside. "O

Serrin's confession didn't just hang over Sterling it pressed down on all of us for days, heavy and impossible to shake. None of us knew how to carry it.Its daughter.Serrin pulled away from us after that. She was quieter than I'd seen her since the healer's cottage, spending hours alone in the training yard or pacing the rebuilt fences at dusk, like she was trying to outrun something that had already caught her years ago. No one tried to make her talk. I understood better than anyone what it was like to carry a truth so heavy you couldn't say it out loud again, not after you'd already spoken the worst part.Corvin buried himself in the archives, chasing answers with a desperation I recognised. It wasn't just scholarship driving him it was the urgency of someone who'd spent sixty years piecing together fragments and had finally found the thread that could tie everything together.On the fifth night, he found it a fragment so old the ink had turned to rust, hidden in the false bottom

Corvin's words hung in the cold morning air, heavier than the frost biting at my skin. I don't think that's the whole truth anymore. "Say what you mean," Kaelan said, still crouched beside Serrin, his hand steady against her shoulder even as his attention sharpened entirely onto Corvin. "Plainly. I'm tired of half-finished theories." Corvin let out a slow breath, the kind he always took when he was about to say something he wasn't sure he should. "The night at the Farrow homestead," he said, "when Ivy and Wren reached for each other and the ground started to rip open beneath you, what actually stopped it?" "I did," Kaelan said. "I grabbed their hands. The bond gave the pull somewhere else to go." "Yes," Corvin said. "And just now, in this yard, when Serrin's contact with the Hollow began pulling her somewhere none of us could follow, what stopped that?" Kaelan froze. The realization hit him slow, like a bruise spreading under the skin. "I reached her," he said. "So did Rhys, for