Todos los capítulos de MARKED BY FATE: THE ALPHA PRINCE'S REGRET: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Serrin's warning wouldn't leave me alone. For days, it haunted me, whispering about the fourth thread. Would they get to choose for themselves, or would fate twist things until it made the choice for them? After that, I couldn't help watching Kaelan differently. Not suspicious, just... sharper. Like I was finally letting myself see him, really see him, for the first time since the ceremony. If our bond was holding everything up now, I had to face it for what it was. Not the wound it started as. Not the easy friendship it turned into. The truth, whatever that was. Three nights after the training yard, I found Kaelan on the balcony again. Papers from the capital were scattered everywhere, but he'd already forgotten about them the second I stepped outside. "I've been thinking about what Corvin said," I told him, settling into the chair across from him without waiting for an invitation. We'd long since passed the point of needing one. "About the bond. About choice." "So have I," Kael

Wren asked to go home before Corvin could even open his mouth. That alone told me everything. The girl who once stood trembling on her porch, ready to blame us all if trusting strangers went wrong, was gone. Now she knew the truth: answers don’t just show up. Waiting for them only wastes time she doesn’t have."If my family's been carrying something they never explained to me," she said, as we packed for the ride, "I want to know what it is before whatever's happening at the hollow decides the timeline for me."Corvin went with her. I stayed behind because Rhys insisted, thanks to the widening crack and the way it had started whispering names. I hated it, but I listened. Serrin stayed too, still more broken than she’d ever admit, hiding out with Yselle and her guilt. Kaelan had to go back to the capital for a council session. If he skipped, people would start asking the wrong questions.Three days later, Wren sent word. The rider was breathless, clutching a note in Wren’s own handwrit

We left at first light, barely speaking, Wren’s letters locked away for Yselle and Kaelan to read later. None of us could wait. We had to see the crack ourselves. If someone had been testing the boundary for years, I needed to know what it had cost.The ward line was thicker than before. Rhys’s warriors had doubled it, salt and old wards pressed so tight the air felt heavy, like wading through water. The crack in the wall had grown. It was a finger’s width now, dark and obvious against the pale stone. You could see it from yards away.Wren hung back, moving slowly, every step careful. Her eyes had that faraway look again, the one she got when her gift pulled her somewhere the rest of us couldn’t follow."Don't," Rhys said sharply, catching the direction of her attention. "Whatever you're about to do, don't do it alone.""I'm not going to touch it," Wren said, though something in her voice suggested she was arguing with herself as much as with him. "I just want to see it properly. The

They found four more by morning.No torture. No brutal interrogations like the old throne would have used without blinking. Yselle wouldn't allow it. Not now. Not even with the boundary at risk. She just sat with Garrick through the long, sleepless night, asking questions. Patient. Exhausted. Refusing to let decades of history vanish, even after he shattered something vital between them.He gave up the names by dawn. Not because he was afraid. Because he believed, deep down, that if enough people understood his reasons, maybe they'd agree it was worth the price.Four names. All younger members, pulled into the network in the last few years. They believed what Garrick did: the old order was too rotten to fix, and only something bigger than any council could rip it out for good.Yselle called us into her tent at sunrise. She looked like she hadn't slept in days, every line on her face cut deep with exhaustion. Five names sat on the table between us, heavy as stones, right where the unsi

I didn't tell anyone how often it happened after that first time. Not at first.Most days, it wasn't dramatic. No visions. No darkness swallowing me whole as it did at the hollow. Just a flicker. Quick, unwanted. Every time I used the gift council sessions, warrior disputes, even just checking if a trader was lying. The second the Unmaking reached for a truth, I felt it. Faint, but real. Like a hand brushing mine from somewhere I couldn't see.Recognition. Patient. Waiting.I told myself it would fade. It didn't."You've stopped attending council sessions," Bianca said, arriving at Sterling a week after the hollow, her sharp eyes missing nothing, the way they never had once she'd stopped wasting that attention on court gossip alone. "Kaelan mentioned it. He's worried. He didn't want to say so directly, so naturally I'm saying it for him.""I've been busy," I said. Not a total lie. But I felt that cold current run through me anyway. Funny, having a gift made for catching lies, and here