All Chapters of Marked by the Alpha: Mated to the cursed twins : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lunette POVMy vision blurred as I walked away from Axel, clutching the bag of medical supplies tightly to keep my hands from shaking. Each step echoed his harsh words and the coldness in his voice as if from afar, with the garden fading behind me. Each word was replaced by the blur of my footsteps across the grass and dry crunching sticks as I hurried away from Axel, swallowing down the burn of tears before they could slip free. I wouldn’t let him see me like that—not after the things he’d said. He didn't get to see me fall apart after what he had said.I had been foolish to think he might, even for a second, appreciate my help or at least want it. But no, he had tossed my help into my face and ridiculed me in the process.The bitterness, or was it the burn of his rejection, made my chest ache even as the pressure building in my throat was hot and stinging. I wasn’t going to cry.Not for him. Not for someone who saw me as nothing more than an inconvenience.I focused on the path ah

Lunette POV It had been two weeks since Axel’s incident, two weeks since I had tried my best to stay out of the way of both brothers.The tension I felt had crept into every corner of the pack house, or maybe that was just me.So here I was, trying to find some sort of calm in the only place that gave me any sense of control: the kitchen.The kitchen was not my space, so it was a surprise to me most times that I had managed to convince the head chef, Ms. Harlow, to let me prepare breakfast.The first time I asked, she had watched me closely, her arms crossed as if she were already preparing to say no. Then she had softened slightly, as if she saw something in me that had her feeling pity for me. She said yes and then spent the whole time watching me work through one breakfast rush. I had done everything to her approval; she had nodded her approval. Since then, she had given me free rein to the kitchen, and whenever I needed a distraction, I had gone to the kitchen.Today was like the

Axel POV “Still at it, I see,” Curtis said, his voice low but tinged with amusement.I stiffened, biting back the urge to hiss at him, looking away from him almost as quickly as I'd looked back; my leg still stung a little from the rapid movement. "You could warn a guy, you know," I muttered, and he shrugged like it was no big deal, which for him likely wasn't. Curtis had a way of sneaking up on people, which was likely why I didn't notice him slip out of the kitchen, and a damn near perfect knack for finding me at the most inconvenient times.I looked to him sharply as I asked “Thought you’d be busy,” I muttered, and he raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting from me to Lunette, who was oblivious to both of us and focused entirely on her cooking. “Busy? Not really. Not as busy as you seem to be anyway,” he replied with a smirk, his voice quiet but his amusement clear, and I groaned. The last thing I wanted to do was discuss my... fascination because that was all this was.She was be

Lunette POV I sat at the table with my own plate; the smell of coffee, sizzling eggs, and oats filled the air. I took a deep breath and tried to keep my heartbeat steady. Axel and Zarek were seated across from me, their presence both familiar and unnerving. Axel was scowling as usual, but Zarek seemed more open. I smiled at him softly, glad for the reprieve when he smiled back. It was nice to not have to travel on the minefield of emotions that was the twins.The two of them had become constants in my life, and this strange situation might have made them enemies, but at least for breakfast we would not be getting into that.I looked down to the floor where Axel's foot seemed to be jiggling over time; he didn't look like he was in discomfort, though maybe just uncomfortable.Axel seemed to be the quieter of the two today; his eyes intensely focused on the plate before him, flicking up now and then to meet mine with a glint of something that looked like want and rage all mixed in one.

Lunette POVHe was looking to me; he seemed to expect an answer, but I couldn't seem to think of one right way anyway; his words just kept echoing in my head. “Joining a pack like ours, with so much going on all the time.”In a way, he was right; the pack was almost always busy; people were always washing, cleaning, or nursing, but I assumed that was the part of life here for a pack so big. I gave a small nod, my fingers tightening around my coffee mug. “It is,” I admitted. He looked at my brows arched, and I rushed to clarify. “but in a good way. I... I feel like I belong here, even if it’s different.”His expression softened, and his eyes settled on me, warm and reassuring.“That means a lot to me, Lunette,” he said quietly.“I want you to feel like you have a place here. A home.”The sincerity in his voice caught me off guard, and I looked down, unable to hold his gaze. Ihadn’t expected him to be so open orto care about making me feel welcomed.It was easy to see why he was resp