All Chapters of Marked by the Alpha: Mated to the cursed twins : Chapter 21 - Chapter 26

Lunette POV He held me in his arms, but it felt different, as if he had finally convinced me that I was not leaving him. He kept running his hands through my hair, and it felt good in a way to stay there in his arms knowing I was his, even if it was just in this moment. Zarek, my mate.He took my face into his palm. "Do you know how beautiful you are?" he asked, and I smiled, hiding my face away. I had always wanted to hear this from someone once in my life; all my life I had been told I was useless and not worthy, but to have someone see my worth.Someone who I care for, it was a bit overwhelming, I swallowed "You're not bad yourself," I whispered, the soft glow of the candle, casting a soft glow on his face so he looked like a beast and a prince all at once. My heart pounded in my chest as Ilifted my hand to his face, then through his hair.  "Lunette," he whispered, his voice a

Lunette POV I wasn't going to read it for long, that's what I told myself right up until the moment I picked up a chair and settled right into it, curiosity overriding all sense of caution I might have shown otherwise. The title was a simple scrawled stroke, underlined, and then crossed over as if he couldn't quite decide that was what he wanted the name to be.Bloodmoon—it was simple and yet totally ominous. I flipped to the next page, scanning over the opening lines. Zarek’s writing was good, better than I expected, and the heroine felt familiar. Too familiar.The first line caught my breath in my throat.*She was fire and ice, wrapped in a mystery even she didn’t fully understand.*My stomach twisted as I read further, and a sense of unease settling over me, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the story wasn’t just a random fantasy novel. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, my fingers tightening around the pages as I continued to read. The descriptions, the way she moved, spoke—it

Zarek PoV I headed downstairs, my footsteps barely making a sound against the worn wooden floor. The tension from the morning was still clinging to me. Lunette was nowhere to be found upstairs, and a faint sense of unease had settled in my chest, which was stupid because I shouldn't care what she was doing with her life at the moment, but I did anyway. I expected to see her in the kitchen or by the door, maybe lost in her thoughts as she so often was. But as I got closer to the kitchen, a different scent hit my nose—one that wasn't Lunette's. It was familiar and comforting, and yet it carried its own weight of complications. My brother, Axel.Sure enough, there he was, sitting at the kitchen table, casually sipping a cup of coffee and a plate of muffins in front of him.His long legs were stretched out in front of him, his expression a mix of boredom and the watchfulness he always had on him.