Marked by Fate, Saved by Love のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 9

Yvonne Morgan was beautiful, and she carried an air of mystery around her background—something vague but impressive enough that Damon Cross had convinced himself she was his ticket to the top.And honestly? In the last life, she had helped him. Just not the way he thought. Yvonne was all bark, no bite—playing up connections that didn't really exist. Neither of them ever figured it out.To keep Yvonne happy, Damon never hesitated to throw a few harmless jabs my way. A scolding here, a "stupid woman" there. Nothing that actually cost him anything.I'd long since stopped caring.The Blackwood Pack's Full Moon Gala was a massive affair. Every guest in attendance was either wealthy or powerful—no exceptions. Credit where it was due: Damon had pulled off one hell of a coup getting us invited. If he played his cards right tonight, made the right connections, his future would look very different.The pack had lit a massive bonfire at the center of the clearing. Dancers moved around it in wide,

Yvonne hit the ground so hard the impact knocked the air out of her. She sat there, trembling, her perfect little face streaked with tears and smeared mascara.The elder checked the pup first. Once he was satisfied the cub was unharmed, his gaze shifted to Yvonne's bloodied right hand—the scratches still oozing red."Elder, this is a misunderstanding!" Damon stepped forward instinctively, shielding Yvonne with his body. "She just thought the pup was cute. She wanted a photo. There was no malice, I swear!""No malice?" The guard who'd been tricked came storming back, his face twisted with rage. "I trusted you to watch the tent, and you let this she-wolf sneak in to defile our future Alpha? You outsiders are nothing but mongrels!""I didn't! I swear I didn't!" Yvonne sobbed, her carefully done makeup now a complete mess. She looked pathetic. Wrecked.Then something clicked behind her eyes. She whipped her head around, staring straight at me standing outside the tent, and screamed like I

When I finally stepped through the gates of my own home—past the rows of red-brick houses, breathing in the familiar floral scent that hung in the air—I finally let myself believe it. I was really back. Really alive.In my last life, I'd moved out for the sake of that so-called love. Damon's family never accepted me, so he'd stuck me in some cheap rental apartment on the outskirts of town. I'd bent over backward for him, given up everything, and what did I get in return?Three days and three nights in that dungeon.He'd whipped me until I passed out, doused me with cold water to wake me up, and started all over again. Over and over until he got tired. I'd almost died in that room.But the will to survive had clawed its way out of me. While Damon rested, I'd dug through that wall with my bare hands. I was so close. I could almost taste freedom. Then that night, he had me thrown into the No-Man's-Land wolf pit instead.After three days of torture, I had nothing left. No strength. No figh

At the main gate of the estate.Damon stood there in a filthy suit—its original color long since unrecognizable—hair matted, face crisscrossed with fresh and healing wounds. He looked like a homeless beggar who'd crawled out of a gutter."Halt! No entry without authorization!"The guard at the gate squared his chest, the cold metallic click of his rifle cutting through the air as he blocked Damon's path."Brother, I'm here to see Lily! I'm her fated mate—my name is Damon Cross!""I have urgent business with her. Please, just go tell her Damon's waiting outside. I'm begging you!"The guard's face remained stone-cold. "There's no one named Lily here. Leave now, or I'll have you detained for trespassing on restricted grounds.""That's impossible! Her father is Jackson Frost—how could she not be here?!" Damon screamed, his voice cracking with desperation.Right then, a sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom rolled slowly out through the gates.The window glided down, revealing my face. Beside me,