All Chapters of Married to the Villain : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MARCUS' POVI woke up to the sound of the forest around me. The leaves rustled gently in the wind, and the birds chirped merrily in the trees. But my mind was far from peaceful. I couldn't get Alyssa out of my head, no matter how hard I tried.It had been months since I had rejected her in public for another woman. I had been foolish and blind, thinking that the grass was greener on the other side. But now I knew that I had made a terrible mistake.I had tried to reach out to Alyssa, to apologize and ask for her forgiveness. But she had refused to take me back, and I couldn't blame her. I had hurt her deeply, and it would take more than a few words to make things right.Lost in thought, I didn't hear the approaching footsteps until it was too late. Marietta had come to find me, her eyes blazing with anger and resentment."What do you think you're doing, Marcus?" she snarled, her claws extending from her fingertips. "Trying to reconcile with that outcast of a werewolf?"I recoiled at

Marcus POV Early in the morning. It was freezing everywhere. The morning fog hung thick in the air and I could hardly see what was up ahead. The leaves and grasses are moist with dew. The icy air of the Harmattan breeze hit my face, making me shiver. It was time to go hunting, and I couldn't wait to get started. I quickly got ready and headed out to meet my friends. Hunting is a general hobby among werewolves. As for me, it is the only thing that excites me. My friends hated the idea of hunting in the morning. They had tried countless times in the past to make me change my hunting time but I am a very persistent person. In my pack, everyone prefers to hunt with the best. I was the best hunter among my pair so they had to go with my time. We met up at the edge of the forest. We were a pack of four, including myself, Nicole, Tyler, and Steve. We were all hungry and eager to catch something. We ran through the forest, our paws thudding against the ground as we moved. We were mov

Marcus POV This is going to be more complicated than I thought. When we got to the village, the alpha was informed immediately, and we were brought before him. He recognized me as soon as we approached him. "Marcus! He exclaimed. "What happened?" I was too weak to respond to his question. "We were attacked by an unidentified pack on our way back from a hunting spree". That was Nicole. The alpha barked an order for the healer to be summoned. My body was getting heavier with each minute. I felt the urge to lie down but I had no strength left in me to talk. The alpha asked one of his servants to direct us to a room where we were to wait for the healer. With the help of his servants, we walked towards a room with great difficulty. For every step, I took toward the room my breath got heavier making it more and more difficult for me to walk. In between my heavy breath and struggle to walk I slumped and that was all I could remember. I found myself on a mountain hunting alone. I was

Alyssa's POV"I understand," He said and with that, we parted ways. By the time we left the seer's house, it was already evening. We then went back into the village where Ethan had asked the others to wait for us. We spent the night in the village. Early in the morning, we stormed the road. It took us four days to arrive at our destination. There was no attack as I had feared and that was a relief but I was disappointed. Things didn't go exactly as I had hoped. I had hoped to find answers to all the questions running through my mind instead I was met with more questions. I need to find out who Samantha is and how I can find her. Ethan promised to help in any way he could. Meanwhile, my dreams have become more frequent and more clear. It was now like we were having a conversation. One night, I was sleeping when I had the exact kind of dream I had when Ethan and his packmates were away to see the seer. I was in the part where Jackson stabbed Ethan then I woke up to some disturbi

Isadora POVJude wasn’t home in time for dinner. It was a little past eight when I settled in the comfortable armchair in front of the fireplace in the living room, reading one of my favorite books. I’d considered doing Pilates or finishing my recent painting, but then I hadn’t found the energy to do it. My phone lay on the small side table, hoping for a message from Jude. Friends from school had messaged me, but I could already feel that our friendship wouldn’t survive the distance. We’d never been the close friends you shared your darkest secrets with anyway. Maybe I should send Jude a text to ask when he’d be home, but even though I had his number, we hadn’t texted yet. I’d considered sending him a photo from the dog park, but never did it.An idea crossed my mind. I got up and went over to the liquor cabinet to the left of the marble fireplace. It was filled with several bottles of Scotch, Gin, Bourbon, and all kinds of other spirits I didn’t know the first thing about. Rememberi