All Chapters of Marked by the Alpha King: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“What’s this I hear about you being engaged to a werewolf called Ruby?” Takoda asked.Both Mother Tina and Tania’s head shot up. “What?”It was breakfast time and they were sitting around the table eating. They weren't the kind of family who had breakfast and dinner together like Boaz’s family did. Everyone ate their meals in their private rooms. Today was different however as it was Mother Tina’s birthday.“A necessary lie,” Tatum admitted as he inspected his plate for any extras he didn't like out of habit. He should’ve known he would come up with nothing as Baka had personally prepared his plate. The thought made him smile, just like he had at Boaz’s breakfast table when she had taken care of his plate so instinctively.There was something very intimate about that action. He had wanted to gather her up in his arms and kiss her silly after she pulled that stunt.“Why was it necessary?” Takoda raised a brow, his arms braced on the table. “It has spread like wildfire.”Tatum shrugge

Couples were twirling and swirling in the throne room to the beat of the fast music. Guests' laughter and voices filled the atmosphere as the room buzzed with the sound of the orchestra and was illuminated by warm light from the chandeliers above.Baka spent the rest of the evening trying to put Aksana out of her mind. She knew Aksana would make good on her threat but she didn’t have the heart to ponder on it a moment longer.She had no control over what Aksana would do so it was stupid to worry twice. That snitch wasn’t worth her time and energy. But she would do well to stay as far away from Baka and her friends as possible. There was no telling what Baka would do if Aksana ever double-crossed the people close to her.She continued serving the guests their food and drinks.After a long while, Baka stood at a small corner close to the kitchen, waiting for orders to carry another round of food and drinks. It was going to be a long night. She could kill for a chance to rest her aching

Long after the masquerade ball had ended, Tatum stood on the balcony in his room, watching the starry skies.It was peaceful and surreal, unlike the masquerade ball. He’d smiled and held idle conversations with Mother Tina’s guests when all he had really wanted to do was be in his room, enjoying the quiet solitude.He had put off joining the guests downstairs long enough until he couldn't hide anymore. His absence wouldn't have gone unnoticed. Takoda was better at events than he was. Attending them gave him a headache. In the past, he made excuses to get out of attending them because he didn’t want to have one of his spells and have people aware of his ailment. It would make him weak in their eyes, and they would’ve used the knowledge of his strange illness against him.Now he was somewhat free of his headaches, thanks to an oblivious Baka. She had freed him of a lifetime of pain, and she had no idea. Still, he was too much of an introvert to be around so many people. The only excit

Tatum raised his brow. “What makes you think there's a woman I'm in love with?”“Just a hunch.”Like him, Eugene had trained his heart, blocking its rate and heat signature from every other werewolf. So Tatum had no way of knowing if he was telling the truth. But he was determined to find out. There was a knowing glint in Eugene’s eyes that unsettled him. Something he had said had caught his attention.“You implied that Gabriel is king because you could never accept being bound by duty to the city. But isn’t it the truth that he’s king because he’s the offspring of your parent’s true mate union?”Eugene shook his head. “It’s true, he’s a true mate kid. But that’s not why he’s king. Our father was ready to give me the title. I turned it down.”Tatum was bewildered. He had never known. He had simply assumed that was the case because his was no different. “Why?”“Why what?”“Why did you turn it down?”“Ah,” Eugene smiled, still sitting in his meditative position. “I knew what it would co

Baka had woken up feeling awful.She wished she could say it was because she was so tired from the work she had done during and after the masquerade ball, but it wasn’t. Because that awful feeling came from guilt.Guilt over her growing interest for the masked man at the ball. Guilt over missing his laugh and charming charisma. Guilt over the fact that she replayed their electrifying encounter in her head so much that he had penetrated her subconscious and managed to slip into her dream like a thief in the night.And boy, was her dream scandalous. In it, the masked man was giving her a bath. Thoroughly. Teasing her soft spots. Whispering into her ears with his warm breath, making her tingle all over. She couldn't remember the last time she’d dreamt a dream that made her insides warm and had her wishing it was reality. Then she remembered Tatum and her guts tightened into hard knots. Was it possible to fall for two men? What had begun as a mild curiosity on her part had graduated in