Page 48 of The Alpha's Bullied Rejected Mate
It was her. She had saved them again. She glowed with residual light, her energy still clinging to her like the sun hadn’t quite finished letting her go. Her chest heaved, and her shoulders slumped forward.
She had done that.
But that wasn’t what surprised him.
Her hair color was changing, transforming into a blonde that floated around her like fire. Something about her features shifted, and Marcus had to blink twice to be sure.
The white light died down just as she slumped one knee to the ground out of exhaustion.
She turned toward him, and for a second, her eyes found his.
Marcus stared.
No.
His breath caught in his throat.
Green. Green eyes.
Not just any green—his memory of green. Radiant and wild green eyes, the color of spring leaves, filled with life.
And suddenly—everything fell into place.
The familiar connection.
The unexplainable pull.
The breathless awareness of his wolf every time she came near.
This was not Aza.
This was Athena.
His Athena.
It had been her all along.
Marcus couldn’t breathe. His mind screamed for an answer, but none came. Only the searing knowledge that the woman he had longed for—the one who had disappeared from his world—had been back at his side all this time.
And she had known.
Athena.
Marcus’s throat burned as the name clawed up his chest like a scream.
But when it came out, it was barely a breath.
“…Athena.”
She didn’t flinch.
She just met his gaze.
His knees nearly buckled from the weight of it.
Kieran stepped out from the trees, sheathing his knives as he took one look at Aza, then at Marcus.
“What the fuck,” he whispered.
