All Chapters of Marked by the Alpha: Mated to the cursed twins : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lunette PovI stood in front of the mirror, smoothing over the soft fabric of my dress for what felt like the hundredth time. The sun was setting outside soon; soon it would be dark, but we had an hour or two.It was a simple yet elegant deep green that complemented my eyes and clung to my curves in all the right places—or so Mrs. Barlow said. I wouldn't know; I hadn't had a dress in a very long time and definitely not a new one, so it was a little confusing to know how to act now that I had one, but I was happy too.So I put it on and let out a shaky breath, my nerves tingling with anticipation as I got ready for my date. It had been days since I’d seen Alpha Cormac in the corridor that night, and since my fumbled answers to him about where I had been and what I had been doing.The days in between that had been... complicated, a very tedious dance to avoid Axel and Zarek, which was not been an easy feat considering how persistent they could be. My guilt over what had happened with t

Axel POVI had a dark cloud on my head!I had a dark brooding cloud hanging over my head that refused to lift, and it was becoming bothersome, especially since others noticed it and did their best to avoid me, which was in their best interest at the moment. As I would likely bite the head off of anyone who looked at me wrong.I strode away from the prison area, unable to shake the unease that had taken root since the rogue prisoner took his life in the early hours of the morning, hours before we could actually question him. Normally I would find such loyalty heartwarming, but then the word loyalty being used in the first place was wrong.Rogues weren’t known for their strategy or foresight; they were driven by chaos and the primal instincts to survive.They definitely were not known for their loyalty, as they would sell their own mother for food. So this was something else. Something deliberate, and it left a bitter taste in my mouth, making me feel that I was definitely right.Som

Lunette POV"I am your father's mate." I hissed, turning away from him. He stilled as if he couldn't move any longer. My heart clenched in my chest, burning like I had swallowed a vat of acid and maybe I had.I ignored it; we had all made our choices, and I had made mine so I could survive. Whatever happened here from now on wasn't my fault or my responsibility.I turned away from him and made to leave, but his hand shot out, grabbing my wrist with a gentleness that belied the intensity in his gaze. I still looked him in the eyes, not willing to back down. I was tired of being pushed around all the time.“Don’t walk away from me, Lunette,” he growled, his voice low and almost pleading. I pulled my wrist free, breathing harshly, ignoring the way he tried to grab at me. "Let me go," I cried out, and he roared. "I'm your mate; you don't get to walk away from me."Axel’s words echoed in my ears as I turned on my heel, determined to end this argument. I paused and looked to him, disbeli

Zarek PoVI leaned back against the cold stone wall, my arms crossed over my chest as I replayed the pieces of their argument. I’d overheard, my fists clenched and my jaw tightened as I watched Lunette walk away from my brother.The resignation in her shoulders was visible even from this distance, as was the tension in his; it made the storm I could sense brewing between them before she disappeared into the house. I hadn’t caught the full conversation—just enough to understand the undercurrent of emotions flowing between them both.Axel had always been impulsive, charging into situations without much thought about anything; it was what he did, and maybe once upon a time it would have been something he did as well.But this was Lunette, and while she was our mate, she wasn’t just anyone to us anymore; she was our father's mate, now someone completely untouchable.I sighed, dragging a hand through my hair. Axel would never accept the reality of things; he thrived on rebellion and pushin

Lunette PoVMy mind wandered as I skimmed the book on medicinal herbs that I had picked that morning. Axel had fallen asleep. I knew it; even though I wasn't looking at him, he was moving less, and he had not turned a page in almost an hour. The candlelight flickered over the pages of the book in my lap that I was reading, or that I had been anyway, but the words had long since blurred into meaningless shapes. I sighed and leaned back in my chair, stretching out my stiff legs, hoping to get some relief.The library was quiet, except for the occasional creaking of the old wood shelves. I had come to like being in the library; it was a quiet space that I could think in without having to worry about others watching me or whispering behind my back. My eyes drifted across the room, landing on Axel. It was a habit now, and I tried not to do it so much. He was slumped in the chair across from me, his long legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. His head was tilting slightly to th