The Lycan King’s Mark (Nevara) by Tiffanie L. Campbell novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85- Resurrection

Nevara

My head split down the middle.

Not metaphorically. Not dreamlike.

A jagged, stabbing pain-like something had cracked through bone and spilled light and memory straight into my brain.

I gasped, but it was shallow. Dry. Like my lungs didn’t remember how to work.

My fingers twitched.

Sheets.

There were sheets under me. Soft. Familiar.

I blinked.

Light stabbed through my vision, blurry, too bright. The ceiling above me wasn’t wood. It

wasn’t the cabin.

It was pale stone. Gold accents.

My room.

Home?

My heart skipped.

Why did everything ache?

Why did my skin feel like it didn’t belong to me?

My neck throbbed-dull and deep, like someone had buried a knife beneath the muscle. I reached up, hand trembling, and touched the source of the pain.

A mark,

Searing.

Permanent.

Memory came rushing in like a hurricane. Tobias. The ropes. The candles. His voice.

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I’m making you mine.

You’ll see.

I flinched so hard I almost rolled off the bed. Panic hit before breath. My legs kicked against something warm-something heavy.

Trapped.

I was pinned.

“No-” I tried to scream, but it came out broken. “No, don’t-get off me-!”

The weight shifted.

Arms loosened. A body moved.

Then-his voice.

Soft.

Rough.

Breaking.

“Nevara…?”

I froze.

That voice.

Not Tobias.

“Nevara, gods-look at me.” His voice cracked on my name. “Please-look at me.”

I turned my head. Slowly. Terrified.

And saw him.

Thoren,

Naked.

Tear-streaked,

Eyes red.

“Thoren…” My breath stuttered. “What…?”

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His hands framed my face, careful, trembling. “You’re alive. You’re actually alive. I thought I was too late-I was too late-but then…”

He didn’t finish. He was crying.

A part of me wanted to cry too-but the pain kept me frozen.

“You’re naked,” I croaked, blinking through the fog.

He laughed. Choked on it. Looked down and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Yeah… I shifted. When you… when you died. I lost it. Tore the room apart.”

I looked around.

He wasn’t lying.

My room looked like a hurricane had gone feral. Broken chairs. Ripped curtains. Splintered wood near the fireplace.

“I can see that,” I whispered.

My fingers brushed my neck again, the ache blooming fresh. “What happened? You said I

died?”

He exhaled shakily, then pulled me gently against his chest. I let him. His skin was warm. Anchoring.

“You were taken. By Tobias.”

“I remember,” I said, voice thin. “The tea. The lies. The wolfsbane.'”

Thoren nodded. “It took us weeks to track you. We had a lead, then a false cabin… We were too late.”

I looked up at him.

“What do you mean ‘too late’?”

He swallowed hard, the muscles in his throat working. “He marked you, Nevara. Forced a

bond.”

My hand flew to my neck again. “Gods…”

“I ripped him off you. Killed him instantly. But…” His voice broke. “But your wolf was already so weak. The poison. The violation. Then the bond broke when he died.”

He looked me dead in the

eyes.

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“And it started killing you.”

I stared at him. “That doesn’t happen to Lycans.”

“No,” he said. “But wolves… wolves sometimes don’t survive the severing. Especially if they’re too weak to begin with. And you were.”

A fresh wave of nausea rolled over me.

“Then what…” I trailed off.

“You flatlined,” he said. “CPR didn’t work. Epinephrine didn’t work. They called it. Said you were gone.”

He looked away, like the memory physically hurt.

“And then?” I asked quietly.

His grip tightened around me.

“I marked you.”

I froze.

“What?”

“I waited,” he said, voice raw. “I didn’t want to do it without your choice. I sat there for days, watching you fade, praying you’d come back on your own. I was ready to let fate decide.”

“But then I died.”

“And I lost it.” His breath caught. “I couldn’t lose you, Nevara. Not again. I should’ve done it sooner. I should’ve saved you. Even if you hated me. Even if it took years again for you to forgive me.”

I didn’t speak.

He rubbed his thumb gently over my knuckles, his voice a hoarse whisper.

“I marked you after you were gone. And still… the bond snapped in. And then… then you started breathing again.”

I blinked hard, fighting the burn behind my eyes.

“You saved me,” I whispered.

“I forced your hand,” he said, “Just like I said I wouldn’t.”

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“You saved me,” I said again, firmer this time.

He shook his head. “You’ll hate me.”

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“I already did,” I said softly. “When you rejected me and didn’t explain. And I came back around, didn’t I?”

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