All Chapters of Possessed by His Mark: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Aira’s POVThe moment we got stranded on an island, Ezekiel immediately took action, trying to find us shelter and a way to survive. He didn't hesitate, didn't falter. And somehow, we ended up here, in this secluded tribe. We've been living among them for days now, but something about this place feels... strange.Ezekiel moves around the village like he’s been here before, like he knows this place. At first, I thought it was just my imagination, but the way the werewolves here look at him—it’s not suspicion. It’s something else. Respect. Recognition. Almost as if he belongs.But no one questioned us. They didn’t ask where we came from or who we were. They simply accepted us, welcomed us as if it were the most natural thing in the world.And so, this became our life. Ezekiel never left my side, not even once. He was always there—watching over me, making sure I was safe, especially after what happened when we were at sea. I almost didn’t make it.The island itself is peaceful, serene ev

Ezekiel’s POVI watched him from a distance, observing how he desperately tried to negotiate with the warriors guarding the village borders. Amusement curled at the corners of my lips. He actually thought they would let him through?Foolish.My warriors were loyal to me. They knew better than to grant entry to someone like him, especially here—on one of the many islands under my control. He could beg all he wanted, but I had no intention of making things easy for him.Still, it was entertaining to watch him struggle.My amusement deepened when I noticed the desperation in his actions. He was pleading now, going as far as to pull out pictures of Aira in a feeble attempt to convince the warriors. As if that would change anything.How ironic.Once upon a time, he couldn’t even take care of Aira properly. He had let her slip through his fingers, and now, suddenly, he was willing to do anything to get her back?Pathetic.Absolutely pathetic.I felt the warmth of a small hand slipping into

Aira’s POVI forced myself to sleep, turning from side to side, but no matter how much I tried, sleep wouldn't come. My mind was restless, my thoughts tangled in the moment that had unfolded earlier—when Ezekiel and I had been singing together. It should have been a simple, fleeting memory, but something about it refused to let go of me.I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, my chest tightening. This feeling was suffocating. So, instead of lying in bed, I got up and walked toward the window. With a quiet creak, I pushed it open, letting the cool night air kiss my skin. The world outside was still, almost dreamlike. I settled by the windowsill, pulling my knees to my chest as my gaze drifted toward the vast sky.The stars twinkled like tiny fragments of shattered light, scattered across the dark expanse. The moon, full and radiant, bathed everything in a soft, silver glow. It was beautiful, mesmerizing even. And before I knew it, without realizing it, I was humming. A melody slipped

Alexander’s POVI waited patiently, making sure my warriors—Lucius included—were already resting. I watched them closely, listening to their steady breathing, ensuring that they were deep in slumber before I even thought of making a move. The last thing I needed was someone waking up and questioning me.Once I was certain they were asleep, I prepared myself. I quietly slipped out of the camp, moving like a shadow under the cover of night. The cold air bit at my skin, but I barely felt it. My thoughts were consumed by the report I had received earlier.It had caught my attention the moment I heard it, stirring something inside me—an unexplainable pull toward the place they had mentioned. Something was waiting for me there. Something I needed to see for myself.One of my warriors had handed me a rough sketch of a map, marking the location. It was a crucial point, one we had to memorize to avoid getting lost during investigations. Holding the paper tightly, I studied the markings, memori

Aira’s POVOnce again, Ezekiel had left.He said he’d be gone for a few days, but he never told me where he was going or what he was doing. He never gave details, and I never asked. Maybe I should have, but what difference would it make? He had his own responsibilities, his own life, and I had no choice but to respect that. Even if it felt like torture every single time.I was left behind. Again.But I couldn’t dwell on it. I had to keep myself busy.The night had settled over the mansion, casting long shadows across the hallways. The air was cool, but the walls around me felt suffocating. Still, I knew I was safe here. No one could reach me. No one should be able to.Trying to distract myself, I grabbed the watering can and filled it with water. The rhythmic sound of the water splashing inside the metal container grounded me. At least taking care of the plants gave me some sense of normalcy.But just as I stepped outside, ready to tend to the flowers, a voice shattered the silence.A