All Chapters of Marked by fate: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Levi's POVI head outside and into my truck, pausing to inhale deeply, trying to calm myself down. I pull out my phone and log into the college system, pulling up Zoe’s schedule, the desire to protect her thrumming through my veins.Where is she going to be today? What’s her day going to be like?My jaw is tight. I feel like I’m going to crack a tooth, but Luther’s irritation is fuelling my own and I can’t seem to calm myself down.She has economics first thing, in Lecture Hall B, followed by business psychology in the psychology department, Room 12.I pull up the campus map on my phone, starting at her dorm building and tracking the most obvious route to Lecture Hall B, and then the psychology department. There are three cafés between hers and the lecture hall. I don’t want her to know I’m following her, but at the same time, I can’t leave her unprotected.‘Go. Find her. Walk with her.’ Luther growls at me, and I shove my keys into the ignition and take off towards her dorms.The who

Zahra's POVI check in with the team;‘Edwardo, I’ve been invited out with the girls tonight. Levi says there’s something going on at the Full Moon nightclub.’‘Roger that. The drug guys said something about that nightclub. Let me check, but it may be important that we go. I’ll keep you posted.’Well, at least if I’m working, I’ll have an excuse not to drink, and not get carried away with the girls.I’m surprised when Levi falls into step beside me as we leave the lecture hall. He doesn’t have business psych, but he chatters away anyway, all the fucking way.Then he leans in and kisses my cheek again. I wipe it off as I walk into the room, leaving him at the door. I don’t even say goodbye. I’m so fucking grossed out.I settle into my seat and take a deep breath.‘Heads up, guys. Levi has walked around the back of the psych building and into the trees at the edge of the grounds. He’s settled down and seems to be waiting for you, Zahra.’ Lance’s voice cuts into my forced relaxation.‘Wh

Zahra's POVCollege bitches 💕Talia: What’s this about the Full Moon club tonight?!!!!Corrine: That Levi guy that’s into Zoe invited us tonight.Briar: YeeeesssssEvie: Omg omg omg omg!!Briar: What time?Me: He hasn’t said what time yet.Talia: The club opens at 8, so let’s aim for like 9.Briar: OMG that’s like hardly any time!I glance at my watch. It’s 5.30 pm. How much fucking time do they need?Me: You need three and a half hours to get ready?!Talia: No, we need three and a half hours to get you ready.Me: Ouch!Talia: 😜Corrine: Bitches… assemble!Evie: See you at your place in 20 mins.I sigh. Three hours to get ready. I’m going to hate this.‘It’s our last hurrah with our college friends. Just roll with it,’ Zanthe says, and I sigh at her. She’s right.Suddenly my door bursts open and I nearly jump out of my skin.Corrine and Talia are standing in the doorway.“Fuck’s sake, girls, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” I say, hand over my heart as it pounds hard in my chest.

Zahra's POVThankfully, I’m saved by the waitress returning with a tub of ice, bottled water, and a bottle of champagne. She pours our glasses before heading off again.“Well, cheers ladies. Here’s to helping Zoe pop her O-cherry tonight,” Evie toasts, and the others clink glasses, laughing.“Fuck that, I’m going to make it my mission to help you lose your V plates!” Talia practically yells. Corinne snort-laughs again. Great. I’m sure the entire club heard that.Talia and Evie and Briar don’t understand mates. As humans, it’s a completely foreign concept to them, and I can’t exactly tell them I’m saving myself for my soulmate. They’d check me straight into a mental asylum. But Corinne gets it. Not that she waited, but she understand why I want to. I hope she’ll try and help keep the others off my back.The mind link is quiet, but I know they’re all listening in. The bunch of gossips.‘Zahra, I’m in position. Nine o’clock. I have eyes on your group.’ I quickly scan the room as I take a

Zahra's POVI wake to the sound of an engine, the low thrum of wheels grinding over tarmac. My head throbs, my mouth is dry and sore, and my nose burns with the sting of scent-blocking chemicals. A coarse sack scratches against my face, and I realise there’s a bag over my head. I reach for Zanthe but there’s a gaping hole where I usually feel her. Fuck, don’t panic, we’ve trained for this. I try to move, but my wrists are bound behind my back, the cuffs biting into raw skin. My ankles are tied too. When I shift, my body collides with something warm and soft. Fuck. What is that? I prod with my fingers as much as I can and realise it’s another body. Hopefully the fact that it’s warm means it’s not a dead one.I can’t smell anything through the chemical reek. I have no idea who’s with me, but I think there are at least two others. Shapes press against me as the van jolts. My stomach lurches, but I force myself to breathe quietly, shallowly. I need to stay calm. I need to think.Male voice