As the Volturi entered the chamber, an air of icy authority filled the space, but it was Marcus who stood still, his eyes dark and unreadable. His senses honed in on you instantly. Beneath the hum of tension in the room, he felt it—a connection, undeniable and ancient, weaving between you and him. His gaze sharpened, and he was drawn to you like a predator to prey, though no threat could have stopped him. His beloved Didyme was gone, but in you, a new mate was awakened.

"Chi è questa?" Aro's voice echoed, but Marcus' focus remained solely on you, his expression fierce, possessive. He could feel the bond blooming, as though the fates themselves had sewn it into his soul. His power surged, the centuries-old sorrow of losing Didyme easing as something fierce, protective, and alive stirred within him.

Before anyone could move, Marcus was at your side. His hands were gentle, yet unyielding as he wrapped you in an embrace. He leaned in, speaking with a voice low and dangerous, “Non osare. Non ti perderò mai.” The threat was implicit. This time, he would not lose a mate. Not again.

The Volturi stared, but no one dared to challenge the bond now binding Marcus to you. He held you close, fiercely guarding what was now his.