Bas POVDays had passed since Becca's confrontation with her mom, and she hadn't spoken about it since. I had tried to bring it up, but she always pushed it away, insisting she was fine. But I knew Becca—she wasn't fine."I'm off to Lola's place. Her bachelorette party's coming up," Becca said, slipping into her dress. I walked up to her and helped with her zipper, my fingers lingering on the small of her back."Have fun," I said, pressing a gentle kiss to her back. "And tell Lola I said hi."She turned to face me, a smile on her lips. It was the same smile she always gave me, warm and reassuring, but her eyes told a different story. They held a sadness, a heaviness that she couldn't hide."I love you," she said softly, capturing my lips in a quick peck."I love you too," I replied, my voice filled with as much warmth as I could muster.I watched her as she left, the door closing softly behind her. The room felt emptier without her presence, and I sighed, running a hand through my ha
Bas POVI glanced at the gun held tightly in George's hands and then back to his glaring eyes. He was pissed—so pissed I could see a vein pop up on his forehead."I know you blame me for everything that has happened to your daughter, and that's okay. You can blame me," I began, my voice steady despite the tension in the air."Hate me all you want, but please don't let go of Becca."I could see their expressions softening as I spoke, the hard edges of their anger beginning to melt away."She acts like she's okay, but I can see it in her eyes—she's scared," I said, my gaze falling on Laura. "She needs her parents.""It didn't seem that way the other day," Laura spoke, her voice trembling. "We tried our best to always be there for her, but despite everything, we still failed her. We couldn't even protect her, and it haunts us. But how...how could she still be with you?" Her voice cracked with emotion, tears welling up in her eyes.I took a careful step forward, but George was quick, pull
Becca's POV"Becca," my mum began, taking a tentative step closer. Her voice was soft, laden with the weight of all the unsaid apologies and regrets.Ever since my last confrontation with her, I'd tried my best to project happiness, to pretend I was okay. But the ache of not having my parents by my side was ever-present, a constant, gnawing void. I clenched my hands, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. I couldn't break down, not in front of them. I needed to show that I was fine, strong, and no longer their little baby girl."Becca," Mum called again, now standing directly in front of me. Her eyes were glistening with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry.""I... I just couldn't bear the thought of losing you," she said, her voice breaking. "I was so focused on that fear, I forgot about your happiness."I swallowed hard, the tears hovering so close to the surface that I feared if I blinked, they'd come pouring out."We should have been there for you," my father said, his voice thi
Becca's POV "Hi, Becca. It's nice to see you again," Naomi said, her voice soft but steady.I blinked, trying to process the sight of her standing there. It felt like a dream, a surreal moment I hadn't dared to hope for."Naomi," I whispered, my voice barely audible as the flood of emotions caught in my throat.Naomi smiled, that familiar, comforting smile I had missed so much."Wh...where have you been?" I asked, my voice trembling with a mix of relief and confusion."I'll explain everything to you, I promise," Naomi said gently. "But today's about Lola. Let's focus on her and make this a celebration to remember."Lola beamed, wrapping her arms around both of us, pulling us into a tight, joyous embrace. "Yeah, Becks, Naomi is right. Come on, let's get drunk like there's no tomorrow!"I tried my best to stay focused, to laugh and smile with everyone else, but no matter how hard I tried, my eyes kept drifting to Naomi. It had been four years since she left, and now, out of the blue, s
Becca's POV It had been two days since I ruined Lola's special day and probably lost my best friend, all because I let my emotions get the best of me. I stared at my phone, looking at the blue ticks indicating that Lola had read my message, but there was still no response. I couldn't blame her. Anyone would be hurt by my actions. God, I wished all this could just come to an end. With a sigh, I ran my hands through my hair, dropping my phone in defeat as I laid back on my bed, staring at the white ceiling. Thoughts swirled in my mind, primarily revolving around Naomi. Why had she shown up so suddenly? She seemed fine—if not perfect. A part of me resented her, while another part couldn't blame her. Maybe the pressure had been too much, and she just had to walk away. She looked happy. But then there was the sign in the woods. I really hoped it wasn't her. Maybe it was some crazy witch that had survived and been in hiding but decided it was time for revenge. The thought made me shi
Bas POVMy hands clenched so tightly I was sure my nails dug into my skin. But the pain was nothing compared to the anger I felt. I wanted to tear them apart, watch them suffer. My jaw tightened as I struggled to suppress the rage bubbling inside me.As if sensing my turmoil, Becca's hands gently found mine under the table, her fingers lacing through mine. Her touch was a grounding force, but even that was barely enough."Let's go," Becca said softly, her gaze fixed on Naomi as we stood to leave. Naomi seemed on the verge of speaking, but Aria raised a hand, signaling for her to let us go.My mind raced as we headed to the pack house. If my father had discovered the witches' sudden reappearance, he would be furious. The potential fallout was unimaginable."Everything's going to be fine," Becca's voice broke through the chaos in my mind, a soothing presence amid the storm."I wish it was that simple," I replied, my voice taut with tension. "Knowing my father, he won't let this go easil
Becca's POV Bas was right; in the two weeks since the incident, things had died down. The witches were adept at hiding, and soon Darius's anger subsided. But I knew he wasn't one to easily forget. He was still setting his trap, and I had to be careful. My phone beeped with a message from Naomi. I had asked to meet her, and for safety, we decided to meet at the lake shore—a place werewolves rarely visited. There was a knock on my car window, jolting me back to reality. Turning, I saw Naomi. I unlocked the door, allowing her in. She slid into the seat, looking tense yet determined. "Thanks for seeing me again," she said. "Considering how things were the last time, I wasn't expecting your call." "Believe me, if it weren't for certain situations, I wouldn't have," I replied. She nodded, understanding. "I understand your pain, but I hope you'll be able to understand mine." I wanted to yell at her, to pour out my hurt over her betrayal, but I took a deep breath. It was best to
Becca's POV"Welcome," Aria said with a warm smile as I walked into the apartment. After hours of sleeplessness and restless thoughts, I had finally decided to come over."Yes, I know. I was really excited when Naomi told me you wanted to see me," she continued, gesturing for me to take a seat. "Tea?""No, I'm fine," I replied, my voice steady but my nerves on edge.She nodded, pouring herself a cup and taking a leisurely sip. "So, why are you here?"My heart skipped a beat as I glanced at her, then at Naomi, who gave me an encouraging nod."Naomi told me the oak tree was destroyed. Thanks to you," I said, trying to keep my voice even."Ah, yes. It was important for her to cleanse herself from every negative energy," Aria responded, her tone calm and unbothered."And that includes the tree?" I pressed, my irritation bubbling just beneath the surface. "Do you realize that you have endangered countless generations of innocent girls tied to that forsaken prophecy?"Aria remained unfazed,
Dear Readers,As I close the final chapter of Marked by the Moon, I'm so grateful to every beautiful person who read my book. Your support and enthusiasm for my work have been truly inspiring. Writing this novel has been a journey filled with countless hours of creativity, and knowing that it has found a place in your hearts means the world to me. You guys are the absolute best.Thank you for being with me on this wonderful journey despite my flaws, less-than-perfect writing, and grammatical errors. Your encouragement fuels my passion and drives me to continue creating. I am immensely grateful for your kindness and support. You all stayed with me to the end, and again, I say thank you.As I move on to new adventures, I carry with me the cherished memories of our time together. I hope Marked by the Moon brought you as much joy and excitement as it did me.Thank you for being a part of Bas and Becca's bittersweet adventure. Your support means the world to me.With heartfelt appreciation
To My Beloved Bas,It feels as though it was only yesterday when you held me close and we dreamt about the name for our precious child. Every time I close my eyes, I see your face—the way your eyes sparkled with warmth and love, your smile that made my heart race a thousand times over. Those memories are vivid and bittersweet, a testament to the beautiful life we shared.Since you left, nothing has been the same. Yet, I cling to the hope you gave me—that someday, somehow, we will be reunited. Your words are a beacon of comfort in the darkest moments.Our daughter, Grace, is growing up to be a reflection of you. She is strong-willed and spirited, traits that you embodied so perfectly. There are times when she can be a little stubborn, but her heart is as tender as yours was. She reads your letters often, and through them, she feels connected to you, finding solace and strength in your words.After your passing, the pack relocated to a new town. Under Austin’s leadership, they have thri
Becca's POV"Careful..." Bas whispered, guiding me with gentle hands on my shoulders. He had insisted on blindfolding me for a surprise, and the anticipation was driving me wild."Are we not there yet?" I asked, a hint of impatience in my voice."Patience, love."Finally, we stopped. Bas slowly untied the blindfold. I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the light, and then widened in astonishment as I took in the scene before me. We were standing in front of a beautiful house, nestled beside a picturesque farm. The lush countryside stretched out in every direction, vibrant and serene."Bas..." I breathed, unable to find the words.He wrapped his arms around me from behind, his breath warm against my ear. "You always wanted to have a family in the countryside, so let's start our family together here."My eyes filled with tears, and I tried hard to keep them from falling. Despite the painful fate that awaited us, I had asked Bas for just one month—to live as if everything was perfect, to be
Becca's POV"Wh...what did you just say?" My voice trembled, shock and disbelief coursing through me as I tried to process what Naomi had just revealed."Becks, I'm so sorry. I thought he told you," she said, her voice filled with regret and concern. Her eyes searched mine, desperately hoping for some sign of understanding.When I decided to come over and share the good news with Naomi, I never imagined it would end in such a heartbreaking revelation. Bas had the oak tree, and he didn’t tell me."Becca," Naomi called softly, her hands gently placed over mine. Her touch was warm, but her eyes were clouded with worry.I forced a smile, trying to suppress the pain that threatened to overwhelm me. "It's fine. I'm sure he was going to tell me... eventually."Naomi still looked at me, her eyes brimming with concern. "He just needed it to stop Darius. He... never said anything about using it on... himself."My heart skipped a beat at the thought. No, I would never let him do that.I smiled a
Becca's POVI stared at the lingerie on my body. I had just bought, a smile spreading across my face as I imagined Bas’s reaction when he saw me in it. He's going to be so shocked, I thought, a giggle escaping my lips at the idea of his expression.Just then, the doorbell rang, and I rushed downstairs, butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I struck a sexy pose. "Come in," I called, my voice filled with anticipation.The door opened, and as soon as Bas walked in, I let my robe fall, revealing the black lace lingerie I had picked out just for him."Be... wow," he stammered, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of me. His gaze darkened with desire, his lips parting slightly."I thought I..." My words trailed off, and my eyes widened in horror as I saw my mom and Lola standing there behind him. "Mom!" I yelped, scrambling to pick up my robe and cover myself, my face bright red with embarrassment.My mom's eyes were wide with surprise, her mouth slightly open as she tried to process
Bas POVDarius glared at me, his eyes filled with rage as he struggled to get up. The poison had spread, rendering him completely weak, almost human. "The poison won't kill you," I said, my voice steady. "It's just going to make you forever weak. This is your punishment for all the sins you've committed."I turned to leave but stopped in my tracks. No matter how monstrous he was, he was still my father, and I couldn't bring myself to kill him. "Get out of here and never come back. I'll tell the pack I flung your body deep in the sea."This was my last act of kindness, not for the defeated Alpha, but for my father.Suddenly, Darius burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the forest. I turned to look at him. "Oh, as always, you're so weak, boy," he said, managing to get up and resting against a tree. "Do you really think I'll just remain quiet and watch as you jeopardize everything I've worked for? I'll come for you."I turned away, not wanting to see him in this state. He was al
Bas POV"Tell me it's a lie," Becca said, her voice quivering as she stared into my eyes. Her face was pale, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief."Please tell me that you didn't just accept a death duel with Darius.""Becca, I—""Bas, how could you? I just told you I was pregnant, and now you want to risk your life in this godforsaken fight?""Becca, look at me," I said, taking her hands in mine. Her fingers were cold and trembling. "I need you to trust me... I'm not going to die. Everything I'm doing is to protect you, to protect us."I rested my forehead against hers, feeling the warmth of her skin and the weight of her worry. "I love you.""I love you too," she whispered, tears spilling down her face. Each tear felt like a dagger to my heart."Promise me... you'll come back," she pleaded, her voice breaking."I promise," I said, wrapping my arms around her. We held each other tightly, the world outside fading away for a moment. Her body shook with silent sobs, and I tried to memo
Bas POVMy hands kept trembling as I stormed out of the room. I couldn't bear to see Becca, to witness the hurt in her eyes caused by my reaction. Shame and self-loathing surged within me; I had acted so poorly, so recklessly. I knew this moment would come, and I hated myself more for allowing it to happen.I needed to escape, to release the turmoil inside me. Walking into the woods, I shifted to my wolf form. With a loud howl that echoed through the trees, I ran deeper into the forest, Becca's words haunting my mind."We're going to be parents."No. I can't lose her. I just can't.I came to a stop in a small clearing and shifted back to my human form. My breaths were ragged, my body trembling as I fell to the ground, tears streaming down my face. The grief and fear were overwhelming, and I couldn't contain the flood of emotions any longer."Sam," I whispered, my voice breaking as my hands touched his grave, the cold stone beneath my fingers grounding me in the moment. "I can't lose h
Becca's POVI had waited all day to finally tell Bas. I surfed the Internet, watching videos of people surprising their partners with the good news, but eventually, I decided on a simple and heartfelt approach. I wrote it on a piece of paper, tucking the note into an envelope.I dressed up prettily, and for the first time, as I stared at my reflection, there was no fear—only joy. Despite knowing my time was limited, the thought of our child washed away all my pain."I didn't know if you wanted the whole ch—" Bas's words trailed off, his eyes widening as he took in my appearance.Dropping the grocery bags, he walked towards me, his gaze filled with awe and confusion. His brows furrowed slightly, and his lips parted in surprise. "You look... stunning," he said softly, his voice tinged with amazement."Thank you," I replied, a smile spreading across my face as I gently touched my short, flowery gown.Bas's eyes roamed over me, lingering on every detail. His hands found my waist, pulling