All Chapters of Fighting For The Alpha's Mark: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

I woke in horror to find myself in a stranger's bed on my wedding morning.Thinking it was a prank by my bridesmaids, I lifted the duvet, only to discover I was naked as the day I was born.The air turned icy, biting at my skin like shards of glass, and an uncontrollable shudder ran through me.Slowly turning my head, I fixed my gaze on the stranger. He lay on the side, peacefully asleep.My head and heart pounded as I clutched the duvet.“Oh no,” I whispered, pressing my hand over my mouth to stop a scream.I tried to piece together any clues that could explain this madness. My eyes darted back to him. He looked a few years older than me, with dark curls tousled from sleep framing his nape. A wolf tattoo spanned his chest, and a totem with a glowing purple stone hung around his neck.Beyond my panic, there was something drawing me to him like a magnet. My wolf wanted more.Perhaps she was excited because this was my first sex. I ignored her and scrambled out of the bed, pulling on la

Five years later "Jermaine, Jace! Pick up your stuff. Mommy needs to head out soon," I called from the kitchen as I wiped my hands on a towel. Silence greeted me, and I knew my boys were up to something mischievous. I paused, waiting for the sound of scampering feet or the usual choruses of "Just a minute, Mommy!" When nothing came, my motherly instincts kicked in, and I set the towel down, heading toward their room.The faint sound of giggles stopped me just outside their door. Pressing my ear closer, I heard Jermaine’s whispered words. “No, use more blue. It’s her favorite color.”Curiosity piqued, I pushed the door open just a crack. They sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by paints, brushes, and colored paper. Jermaine held up a painting—if you could call it that—a jumble of colors resembling a clown.I bit back a laugh and silently stepped back. My heart swelled as I leaned against the wall, letting the moment sink in. Despite all the hardships, my love for my sons was

Savannah My mind reeled as we headed inside the mansion. The mansion wasn’t even the right word—it was a palace stretching out in every direction with stone walls and tall windows. The elegance was unlike anything I’d seen in my twenty-five years. Anxiety twisted in my stomach as the little girl clung to me tightly, as if afraid I’d run away. Aware of how sensitive children could be, I stayed silent and waited until I was alone with her father.How could this be happening? Could I have a twin or some doppelgänger? No, that was impossible. My dad always said my mother had died giving birth to me. There was no one else. And even if I did, which was not even remotely possible, there would surely be some differences.Beatrice, my mate's sister, returned, her scrubs marking her as a doctor despite her unconventional appearance. Her rainbow-colored hair, numerous piercings, and purple contact lenses made her stand out—a personality I knew Eve would click with instantly.“Back from the dea