All Chapters of Marked by fate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Max's POVI knock on the door, my desperation to lay eyes on Zahra again almost making me just turn the knob and walk in. Her melodic voice calls, “Come in,” and I push open the door.Zahra comes out of her wardrobe wearing the sexiest fucking sleep outfit I’ve ever seen. Tiny, and I mean tiny, shorts which make her legs look a mile long, and her pert ass look like you could cut glass on it. And a t-shirt, the t-shirt hugs her curves perfectly, and I can see her pert little nipples through the stretched cotton. Fuck me. I turn around, trying to hide my growing erection.“I’ll sleep here,” I say, my voice gruff as I move towards the two armchairs in front of the window. And I sit down quickly, desperately trying to think of dead bodies and the carnage of earlier to clear my mind and distract my cock.Xander moves closer, clearly having the same idea—although I have no idea if his cock needs calming down as well. Great. Now I’m thinking about Xander’s cock. Fantastic.But then Zahra’s v

Cole's POVThe curtains stir with the so-called “fresh air” blowing through the open windows, carrying the sulphuric tang from the pack lands. The room still reeks faintly of whiskey from last night, mingled with the musk of sweat and unwashed males. Elwin sits beside me, and neither of us have slept or washed since his return.Illian hasn’t spoken since the meeting. He’s locked himself in his chambers, meditating — or whatever the fuck it is he calls it when he needs to think. I know better than to disturb him when he’s in that state. He’ll come out when he’s ready, and when he does, we’ll need to show him something. Anything. Especially after the disaster of that attack.I lean over the map spread across the conference table, tracing the jagged outline of Blood Moon territory with my finger. The red ink marking the attack routes looks precise and clean — nothing like the bloodbath that actually happened. We sent two hundred of our best warriors, plus a hundred rogues. Elwin estimate

Zahra's POV"Ok, yes please, Alpha.”He scowls at me immediately.“Sorry. Yes please, Lucas.” I correct quickly, and he nods, satisfied.“Why don’t I drive you to the hospital to see your brother first, and then we can head to training afterwards?” Henry offers, already standing.“Thanks, that’d be great,” I say, grabbing my bag.“Here, eat this on the way,” Alison says, hurrying to the pantry and pulling out a foil-wrapped package and a protein smoothie. “I made them earlier expecting you lot to be up hours ago. They’ve been in the fridge, so they’re cold, but still good.”“This is amazing, thank you!” I grin, hugging her tightly before following Henry out to the garage.He grabs a set of keys from the hooks by the door, and the black truck next to Xander’s SUV chirps and flashes. I guess Lucas offered it to him while he’s hereI slide into the passenger seat, unwrapping the burrito and taking a huge bite as Henry starts the engine.“How are you doing after last night?” Henry asks af

Zahra's POVWe move to the centre of the training ring, facing each other. Around us, the others form a loose circle. Even Lucas has his arms folded, watching closely.Greg calls out, “Begin when ready.”Henry moves first, his staff sweeping low in a testing arc. I sidestep and redirect, the sharp crack of wood-on-wood echoing across the field. He comes at me again, faster this time, using the staff like an extension of his body—fluid and precise. I match him strike for strike, my movements quicker, sharper, every block turning into a counterattack.The rhythm builds, a clash of motion, speed, and sound. Small puffs of dust rise around our feet, swirling with every pivot and twist. The staff hums in my grip as I flip it, driving the butt end toward Henry’s midsection. He parries—barely—but I can feel him starting to give ground.“Still breathing?” I call, grinning.“Barely,” he replies, breathless but smiling, before lunging forward again.I let instinct take over. My staff blurs thro

Max's POVI start to wake up slowly, awareness creeping back in. I can’t remember much, but there’s this weird feeling in my chest, like something monumental has happened—or is about to.Right now, though, I feel unbelievably content. Warm. Relaxed. It’s been a long time since I’ve woken up feeling this good. My eyes won’t open yet, so I just listen, taking stock of my surroundings. There’s another heartbeat beside mine, a deep, slow rhythm. Someone’s breathing steadily, sleeping close.Then I catch it—the scent of jasmine and citrus, light and intoxicating. Zahra. It’s everywhere. She must be asleep beside me. And then I remember how the night ended, how Xander and I went to bed with her. A slow grin spreads across my face. Fuck yes.I can smell Xander now too. That familiar cedarwood and bergamot wraps perfectly around Zahra’s scent. It shouldn’t make sense, but somehow it does.Then someone shifts beside me, and I realise Xander’s close. Like, really close. He sighs, his breath bru