All Chapters of Fated In Darkness: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

AdrianMy father looked wrecked—like he was standing in two timelines at once. His body was here, but his eyes were reliving something that never stopped bleeding.“My friends… both Strigoi and wolves, they fought beside us,” he said, voice low and heavy. “They didn’t let us run alone. They risked everything—gave us shelter, fed us, guarded us while we moved through the shadows. We wouldn’t have lasted a week without them.”His jaw tightened, and I saw it—grief that never aged.“But a lot of them didn’t make it. Good people. Loyal people. They died protecting us. Human families who had no place in our war—they stood up anyway. And they were wiped out for it.”He looked at me, and his eyes were raw.“This world you rule—this clan, this empire of yours—it was built on their blood. Their sacrifice. They believed in something better. That the future would be brighter with you in it. That you would lead a world where people had a choice. Where Volodymir’s reign of fear would finally end. An

NatalieRaven’s reaction was instant. She choked on her breath, coughing hard as her eyes widened.“What?” I asked, heart picking up speed.She blinked. “Most strigoi tributes don’t survive the turn. They die.”I went still.“I freaked out too,” she added, more gently now. “When I found out what my family was part of, I screamed. I cried. I hated them for not telling me. But after spending time around the Strigoi, I started to feel... lucky. Alive, at least.”She paused, brushing a blade of grass between her fingers.“With the weres, it’s safer. You stay human—mostly. But once you’re marked, you’re bound to the Alpha. You think together. Move together. It’s like being one body with a hundred minds. Werewolf tributes don’t shift, but if they’re mated, they share strength with their partner. They birth strong pups. Legacy stuff.”She waved it off like it was too much to explain, like she’d had to explain it one too many times.“It’s all complicated, and honestly... I’m sick of talking a

Dimitri “You were unwilling to come with us. I wasn’t going to stay and lose everything because of it,” Alexei said, voice steady but worn. “Don’t you think you would’ve asked too much of me, Dimitri?” And there it was. The divide that would never be bridged. I exhaled slowly. Reasoning with him was pointless. “What do you want?” I asked, changing the subject. “A favour,” he said. I stared at him, almost laughing. “A favour, you say? I don’t owe any.” “Oh, but you do. A life for a life, Dimitri—and I’ve come to collect.” His words struck harder than I expected. “We’re already about to lose a tribute, thanks to your son’s interference,” I said, jaw tightening. “Most of the tributes this year have failed the transformation. Bottom line—I’m behind on supply. And the mating season is closing in. If I fail, you know what that means for me.” “This life you say I owe?” I shook my head. “It’ll be forfeit.” Alexei stepped closer, pride dissolving into something raw. “Then ask for

CarsonMidnight crept up fast.Time to move.We chose nightfall for the meeting—out of necessity.The Strigoi couldn’t meet under the sun, not without burning through delegates like parchment in fire. If this had been between Adrian’s clan and mine alone, we would’ve handled it by midday and gone home by dusk.But I didn’t want Dimitri pulling a stunt—sending Dhampyrs with paper titles and no real authority. Midnight forced their hand. If they were coming, they were coming in person.Our convoy rolled toward the Clave building like a slow procession of shadows. The structure loomed ahead—monolithic, old, and steeped in history. The kind of place that breathed with its own memory.It had once belonged to Volodymir. A fortress built to house Strigoi reinforcements during the blood wars. Back then, it had been nothing more than a nest of monsters, a place soaked in screams and forgotten oaths.But when Adrian took the stronghold—and the commander guarding it—he didn’t just claim victory.

Carson “Graham Neeson,” my father said firmly. “We ask that you release his daughter to us, since he has given himself as tribute.” Dimitri bared his fangs, fury bleeding into every word. “I will do no such thing. Graham owes—and he will pay.” My jaw clenched. The arrogance was unbearable. “Pay? He’s already offered himself. That’s the law—you know it. I heard your people discussing the transaction. You're stalling because you want to steal from us. He handed her over. You want his wealth? Fine. Take it. But she’s ours.” Dimitri growled, eyes burning red. “Where’s your written proof?” I froze. “There is none, is there?” he said, voice slick with triumph. “If Graham wants out of his obligation, he needs to write it in blood. And it must be offered to flame.” He knew. He knew we didn’t have the document. I’d walked right into the trap. There’d been no time to ask Graham for a formalized oath—not during the meet-and-greet, not with everything happening. And Dimitri knew that too.