All Chapters of Marked by the Moon: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Bas POV"I wasn't expecting you at this hour," my dad said, his eyes scanning my outfit and the bag in my hand.After leaving Becca, I headed straight to the pack house. There was something important I needed to discuss with him."I moved out ," I stated bluntly.He raised an eyebrow, studying me for a moment before nodding. "You're always welcome to stay in the pack house.""I'm not staying here," I replied firmly. The thought of being under the same roof as him filled me with a sense of unease. I feared that staying here would only fuel the resentment I held towards him, possibly leading to actions I'd regret."Okay, you can choose wherever you want to live. It's your decision," he conceded."I'm not going to waste your time. I'll get straight to the point. I can't be around her, and I've decided to leave town," I explained.He nodded, showing little concern for my departure. "As long as nothing interferes with the prophecy, I don't have a problem with you leaving.""That won't be a

Becca's POV"Walk with me," Darius said, gesturing for me to follow as we moved down the hallway. We stopped at a large window overlooking the field, where werewolves gathered in groups, some talking, children playing, and young adults training. I glanced at Darius, noticing a rare emotion in his eyes as he watched his pack. It was a softness I rarely saw, almost... pride? "We would never have come this far after the sudden illness," he said, not looking at me but at the bustling scene below."But you helped us, and I am forever grateful," he said, finally turning to look at me. Moments like this made me question if there was a good side to Darius. Yet, I couldn't forget the terrible things he had done. He was a monster, driven by selfishness, willing to sacrifice anything or anyone to get his way.I smiled. "How could I stand by and watch innocent children die when I knew I could help?" "We are here today because of you. It will be recorded in history, your kindness," he said.I n

Bas POVI shouldn’t be here, not now. I couldn’t afford to see her. After many years apart, I still longed for her, and that’s why I found myself in the bar. If I could only get a glimpse of her then, I’ll leave.I walked into the bar, the loud music filling the room with a throbbing beat. People were chattering, dancing, and drinking, creating a clamor of sound that seemed to fade into the background as I scanned the room. My eyes searched for her and only her.As always, she looked breath taking. I clenched my hands, trying my best not to walk over to where she sat and embrace her.And there she was, sitting alone at the bar.As always, she looked breathtaking. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail with two strands that fell to her face, framing it perfectly. Her eyes were focused on the drink she held, lost in thought. I wanted to walk over to where she was, pull her into a hug, and tell her how much I missed her, but I knew I couldn’t. I clenched my hands tightly, feeling

Becca POV"Bas," I whispered, my eyes widening with shock as I took him in. Although I knew deep down he was around, seeing him here still felt surreal."What the hell do you think you're doing?" Bas growled, glaring at Joe, his voice dripping with fury."I'm sorry," Joe stammered, his Confident melting away.Bas's grip on Joe tightened for a moment before he released him. "Get out," he commanded, his voice icy and firm.Joe didn't need to be told twice. He scrambled away, leaving just me and Bas standing amidst the silent graves.With a sigh, Bas turned to look at me. "You should leave," he said, his tone softer but still distant.I stood there in silence, staring at him. After four years apart, he looked as handsome as ever. His hair had grown a little longer, and he now sported a subtle stubble. He appeared more buff, his physique more defined than before. My eyes traced the lines of his body before returning to his face, meeting his gaze."That's all?" I asked, my voice trembling

Becca POVAt first, I moped in my bedroom, heartbroken by Bas's words. But as days passed, I realized that moping wasn't going to solve anything. I refused to believe Bas's cold words because his eyes told a different story. He loved me; something was just holding him back, and I was determined to figure out what it was."Great, you're here," Darius said as I walked into the pack house.Immediately, I felt Bas's gaze on me. I glanced at him, and our eyes met for a brief moment, revealing a sadness within him. Finally, we looked away from each other.I turned my attention to Darius, giving him a warm smile."She's been amazing," Darius said to Bas. "While you were away, Becca has been here, helping the pack."Bas's expression softened slightly, though he remained silent. I could see the conflict in his eyes. It was clear he was struggling with something. How long do you plan on hiding it."Thank you," I said, my eyes lingering on Bas, searching for any hint of warmth. He looked away, s