Semua Bab Fated In Darkness: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Adrian“You might as well have concocted all of this just to get Natalie for yourself,” Dimitri sneered, his voice full of venom.I didn’t respond, but I watched Carson—his fists clenched, barely keeping it together. And yet… I knew the wolves weren’t lying. If we tested that parchment, the blood would match. It would be Brian’s.But knowing the truth didn’t make this any easier.Because if everything they said was real—if Brian truly made that sacrifice—then Natalie belonged to them now. To the wolves. And if they chose to keep her… there would be nothing I could do. No power, no persuasion, no treaty that would make her mine again.And I wasn’t sure I could live with that.“Why would I do that?” Carson asked, his tone sharp.“Because you want her,” Dimitri said, voice rising. “I saw you at the meet and greet—pleading with Michael to give her to you. He said no, so you came up with a better angle. One that couldn’t be verified. One where the man who could speak for himself was conveni

Natalie It had been two days since I’d heard from Adrian. When he dropped me off on campus Monday morning, he mentioned a short trip. Nothing serious. No details. I didn’t expect a long goodbye, but I hadn’t expected total silence either. For someone who usually craved solitude, I was starting to unravel in the quiet. It wasn’t just loneliness—it was what the silence left room for. My mind kept circling back to everything I’d learned, everything I was still trying to accept. Vampires. Werewolves. Tributes. Bloodlines. Reality had twisted itself into something unrecognizable, and I wasn’t ready for any of it. Now I sat alone in my overpriced campus apartment—once a generous gift from Uncle Mike, now just a velvet-lined cage. A controlled space for a girl whose future had already been bartered away. I was angry. No—furious. My father had known. He hadn’t warned me, hadn’t prepared me. He left it all to Uncle Mike, like that was a kindness. But now it made perfect sense. He wasn’t

NatalieNight had fallen by the time I reached my building, the lamplight casting long, uneasy shadows. I was almost at the entrance when I felt them—figures closing in.They surrounded me like a slow-moving trap, grinning like they already owned the ending.“Peace,” one of them said, and the knot in my stomach instantly tightened. Phi Umbra.My blood ran cold.I knew what that meant—Strigoi loyalists.Their house on campus had always made my skin crawl, even before I knew the truth. I tried to steady my breath, reminding myself of what Adrian told me: most of them were human.But the second I caught the gleam in their eyes under the moonlight, that hope shattered. There was nothing human about those eyes. They were too sharp, too glassy—like the eyes of something pretending to be alive.Suddenly, every cliché from every vampire movie felt less like fiction and more like a confession.Maybe they had created the films. A mocking inside joke to turn the truth into campy horror, so the w

Natalie I wanted to run. God, I wanted to run. But my legs wouldn’t move. Not from injury—just shock. I was frozen, locked in place by the sheer brutality of what I’d just witnessed. This wasn’t fantasy. This wasn’t some stylised vampire movie where danger was choreographed and neatly resolved. This was blood. Real blood. Pain, loyalty, violence—unfiltered and up close. And the wolves? They weren’t just fighting. They were protecting me. Even as they bled for it. Eli staggered back from Willis, mouth stained red, his pale skin torn open and steaming under the moonlight. His breath came in ragged pulls. Around him, the battlefield was slipping away—one of his followers lay unconscious in a crumpled heap. Another crawled backward with a shattered leg. A third limped in circles, his face mangled, one eye gone. Only Eli still stood, barely. Then he looked right at me and hissed the words that chilled my blood: “This isn’t over.” With that, he gave a sharp, guttural command—and

Adrian“Brian went to your family here in Ashberge,” Eric said quietly, “and they turned him down. Why do you want the contract now?”I didn’t answer right away.I couldn’t.Telling him it was about her—about something that slipped past my usual control—would be giving too much away. I didn’t know where Eric stood on that. I didn’t know if he’d see it as sincerity or weakness.And I couldn’t afford weakness.“The situation has changed,” I said simply, carefully.Eric studied me for a moment, then nodded. “Very well. I’ll have to bring this to Cain,”I felt my hand tighten into a fist at my side, unseen beneath the desk.That wasn’t good. Not at all.“There’s no need to wait,” I said, voice cool but edged. “Just state your price.”He hesitated, eyes narrowing—not out of arrogance, but thoughtfulness. There was something behind his silence. Something he wasn’t saying.And I could feel it.“What is it?” I asked, then softened my tone. “Speak freely.”He gave a reluctant nod, folding his