All Chapters of Marked by the Moon: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Becca's POV"Hey buddy," I said softly, staring at Ravi's grave. The stone was cold and unyielding, but it held so much of my heart."It's me again," I continued, my voice wavering. I felt a lump in my throat, and my words seemed to get stuck. I turned to look at Bas, who stood a few feet away, giving me the space I needed to say my final goodbye to Ravi. His presence was comforting, a silent support. He gave me a small nod, his eyes conveying the encouragement I needed.You can do this.I turned back to Ravi's grave, a bittersweet smile forming on my face as I wiped away the tears that had slipped down my cheeks."We did it, Ravi," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. "Joe's finally gone." I clutched the flowers tightly in my hands, the stems bending under my grip."And I'm so happy that you finally got your vengeance, but..." My voice cracked, the raw emotions bubbling up to the surface. "I feel guilty, Ravi. It's like there's this unbearable pain stuck in my chest." I paus

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

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 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

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