All Chapters of Marked by the Alpha: Mated to the cursed twins : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Lunette's POV I couldn’t shake the weight of guilt pressing over my chest that made it feel like I was about to suffocate right there and then; it had been hours since Zarek had walked away from me.Hours since I had sat down in that garden and watched him leave and made up my mind to walk away from him. The image of his defeated expression, his eyes a golden hue almost like his father's, had clouded with hurt, replaying over and over in my mind.Zarek didn’t deserve what I had done to him earlier that day. He didn’t deserve that pain; none of us did. His pained expression, the silent pleading in his eyes, haunted me relentlessly, but choices had been made, and now we had to live with it. So, here I was—caught in a whirlwind of emotions that I didn’t know how to navigate that seemed to be my life day in and day out. With each day I spent here, it made me feel like my heart was being torn apart.I was split between duty and desire; the bond I shared with each of them didn't help me

Axel’s POV  The bottle of whiskey felt heavy in my hand, the amber liquid sloshing as I took another swig. The whiskey burned as it slid down my throat, lighting a trail of fire all the way to my stomach. I barely flinched anymore at the taste or the burn; with the bottle in hand, I stumbled through the dimly lit hallway of the pack house, my head spinning.  How many had I had so far?  Two? Three?  No, it had to be more. I didn’t care. It wasn’t enough anyway.    My father’s words echoed in my skull, louder than the pounding of my heartbeat. “You heard me; this is your fault, and instead of accepting it, you're throwing a tantrum and wasting valuable time.” his tone that had been neither smug nor cruel, I remembered the way he looked at me like he was disappointed i

Lunette POV  I should have left the room immediately I put him to bed, but I didn't; the dimly lit room lured me into a fantasy, with the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows across Axel’s face.Axel's room was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the old wood beneath my shifting feet; the faint scent of him lingered in the air, mixing with the sharp tang of alcohol.I stood near the door, watching him sit on the edge of his bed, his head bowed, his broad shoulders slumped with the blanket I had draped over him earlier, its edges hanging loosely around his frame, slipping slightly. His broad frame looked smaller somehow, weighed down by exhaustion and whatever demons had driven him to drink tonight. "I want to shower," he mumbled all of a sudden, catching me off guard.I nodded. "Ok." "I'll leave you," I whispered and stood from the bed; he gestured to me to help

Lunette's POV I lay there in the dim light, still tangled in Axel's arms, my skin still flushed and tingling, almost trembling even from the assault of emotions and sensations. His arms were draped possessively around me, fingers tracing lazy circles on my bare shoulder. For a fleeting moment, the world was still, like we were in our own bubble, and I was free from the judgment, guilt, and the crushing weight of responsibility that would follow our choice. But it didn’t last. Axel's heartbeat was steady against my ear, louder to me than the silence in the room but a contrast to the chaos swirling in my mind. The room smelled of us—our shared passion and the consequences that would come later.But as the high ebbed, guilt crashed down on me like a wave, suffocating and unrelenting.  My gut tightened immediately in regret at that point, but there was nothing I could do about i

Axel POV "Then your father would have nothing to say about this," Lorraine said, her words cutting through the silence.My ears were ringing; maybe it was because the air in the room felt heavier than ever, pressing down on me as Lorraine’s smirk deepened. Or maybe it was because I couldn’t tell if the weight on my chest was anger, frustration, or the sickening realization of the corner she’d just backed me into. I stalked over to her, taking a step into her space, letting my wolf rise just enough for her to feel the tension crackle in the air. I leaned against the wall, fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, my wolf snarling inside me, with the familiar mix of chaos, anger, and frustration that mirrored my own emotions. Lorraine wasn’t someone I could afford to underestimate, not with what she had just seen and not when she held the power to destroy everything in my life just to spite me. “Whatever game you think you’re playing, Lorraine, it ends now,” I gro