All Chapters of MARKED BY THE ALPHA CEO: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Elara's point of view The knock on the door came so hard that I almost dropped the glass in my hand. My entire body stiffened instantly.Aeron reacted faster than me. One second he was standing near the couch arguing with me about whether I should stay inside the apartment for another few days, and the next second he was already at the door with sharp alertness covering his face.Even Emily jumped from her seat nervously. The atmosphere inside the apartment shifted immediately.Danger was the first thing I felt. Because after everything that had happened recently, every unexpected sound felt like another attack waiting to happen.Aeron looked back at me once. “Stay here.” I hated when he said things in that tone. Like I was fragile. Like something terrible was always waiting outside specifically for me.Still, I remained quiet while he unlocked the door quickly. The moment the door opened, the entire tension inside the room changed. Not because it disappeared. Because it became worse

Aeron's point of view The moment Elara said she was ready for the ritual, something inside me stopped functioning normally. Not my wolf. Not my alpha instincts. Just me.The man who had spent his entire life believing he would never kneel before emotions, never allow another person to become powerful enough to destroy him from within, suddenly found himself unable to even breathe properly because a fragile human girl had decided she was willing to walk into death for him.Or perhaps not for me. Maybe for survival. Maybe because she had no other option left. And somehow that truth made it hurt even more.I stood near the large window of my chamber while the forest outside remained buried beneath the darkness of the approaching night. The pack grounds below were unusually restless. Warriors were moving around with urgency while servants prepared the ceremonial hall for the ritual. Torches were being placed around the sacred grounds. Ancient symbols were being carved again over the ston

Aeron's point of view The next morning arrived far more peacefully than I expected. No arguments, no bloodshed and no screaming pack members demanding answers from me.A strange, almost unfamiliar kind of silence that settled over the pack grounds beneath the pale morning sunlight filtering through the forest trees. For the first time in weeks, the territory did not feel like it was standing on the edge of war.But perhaps that was only because everyone was waiting for the ritual now. Waiting for the full moon. Waiting to see whether my human mate would survive becoming part of a world that had already tried to destroy her too many times.I stood near the balcony outside my office while my gaze remained fixed below. Elara was walking through the gardens with Emily and somehow that simple sight alone was enough to quiet the chaos inside my head for a few moments.The garden stretched across the eastern side of the pack grounds, hidden between stone pathways and massive silver trees th

Elara's point of view The sound of growling still echoed inside my ears long after the rogue wolf stopped moving. Everything smelled like blood. Blood on the broken marble floor. Blood staining the walls.Blood dripping from Aéron’s injured arm while pack warriors surrounded the dead rogue wolf with tense expressions. The entire hallway looked destroyed as if a storm had ripped through the pack house and left nothing untouched behind.And somehow… I was standing alive in the middle of it, barely breathing. The masked rogue had almost killed me. If Aéron had arrived even a second later... I shut my eyes tightly. No! I didn't even want to imagine it.“Aéron!” Lucian’s voice thundered through the corridor as he rushed toward us alongside several warriors. The moment his eyes landed on the dead rogue, his expression darkened instantly. “What the hell happened?”Aéron stood protectively in front of me despite the blood running down his side. His chest rose heavily with every breath while

Aeron's point of view I had faced wars before. I had watched wolves tear each other apart during territorial battles. I had stood on blood-soaked grounds while enemies begged for mercy. I had buried warriors who once swore loyalty to me until their last breath.But none of those things had ever made me feel as helpless as standing outside that infirmary room while Elara cried beside Emily’s unconscious body. Because this time, strength meant nothing. Power meant nothing. Being an Alpha meant absolutely nothing.The corridor outside the infirmary was painfully silent except for the distant sounds of hurried footsteps and whispered conversations from the healers moving around the pack house. The rogue attack had shaken everyone badly. Some warriors were still guarding the borders while others searched for traces of whoever orchestrated this entire thing.But my mind was nowhere near the borders. It remained trapped inside that room. Inside those broken sobs Elara kept trying to suppres