All Chapters of Fated In Darkness: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Carson “We need to reach out to the Balshov clan,” Willis said, voice measured but heavy. “We have to confirm they don’t have her before we move on the Strigoi.” The name alone made my jaw tighten. Balshov. Adrian. The last thing I wanted was to grovel for answers from that cold, ancient bastard, especially now, with Natalie under my roof. The treaty wasn’t verified yet. The parchment hadn’t even been authenticated. Everything was still in flux, and I was already on thin ice. Talking to Adrian now would be like walking blind into a trap with no escape. “We’re not doing that. Not yet,” I said, forcing my voice to stay calm. “Search for Nicole quietly. No fanfare. I want her location locked down before nightfall.” Willis nodded. “Understood.” “Tell the warriors to rest during daylight. I want them sharp tonight. Whatever took Nicole might come back, and I won’t have anyone caught stumbling in the dark.” He gave a tired sigh, half respect, half hesitation. Something hung in the a

Carson I climbed into the helicopter, the blades screaming to life above me as we lifted off. As the city shrank beneath us, my mind stayed grounded—back in the house, behind a closed door, where I should’ve gone to see her. I should’ve told Natalie I was leaving. That I’d be back soon. That she was safe. But I didn’t. Because the truth is, it wouldn’t have mattered. She didn’t want me. Not really. And right now, I wasn’t sure if seeing my face would comfort her… or just remind her of my world, one she was now caught in. We landed at Cainebrille in thirty-five minutes. The moment the rotors began to slow, I stepped out into the sunlight. It was too bright, too normal. Like the world was pretending everything was fine. I spotted the cart waiting and slid into the seat, driving toward Kappa Lunaris House. I could’ve run—my legs ached for it, my wolf wanted it—but it was daylight. Students were everywhere, buzzing like any other morning. Most of them blissfully unaware of what h

AdrianI hadn’t slept. Not a second. Not since last night.Not since they took her.I’d spent hours hunting shadows, peeling back layers of secrecy and silence, chasing whispers that led nowhere.Carson had vanished with her, tucked her away behind wolf walls and treaty clauses and the arrogance of lesser creatures pretending they had a say.It was testing me—they were testing me.I had intended to handle this delicately. Diplomatically, even. But the longer she remained out of reach, the more that illusion of restraint started to decay.I’d tried contacting Cain all night. Stonewalled. His pack refused to admit he was even awake, let alone available. Cute. But they forgot something fundamental about my kind:We don’t ask.We take.I knew where Cain liked to hide when he wasn’t playing politics. The only place I hadn’t looked yet—Silvertooth Underground. The name alone made me laugh. A werewolf club named after the very thing that could end them. Irony wrapped in fur and bravado.The

Adrian“If Carson refuses to hand her over,” I said, my voice turning to steel, “I’ll burn everything. I will. And I won’t lose sleep over it.”The flicker of fear in Cain’s eyes told me he believed me now. That he finally understood this wasn’t about politics anymore. This was personal.I finished the whiskey in one clean gulp and rose to my feet, slow and deliberate.“I know he’s keeping her in Blackgate Village.”That hit him. The way his jaw clenched, the way his breath stalled—he knew I was right.“I’ll give him until sundown,” I said. “Then I take her.”“She was placed with us…” he tried, voice weaker now, trying to cling to law.I tilted my head, looking him over.“Do I look like I care?”His silence was answer enough.“You’re just like them,” he muttered.I shook my head.“No, Cain. I’m worse. Because I give fair warning.”I stepped toward the door, pausing just long enough to twist the knife.“Natalie and Nicole won’t add anything to your pack. You know it. You know the smart

Natalie The phone was still in my hand when it started ringing again. My pulse jumped. For a split second, I thought it might be my mother’s number. But no. Alpha Cain. Carson’s father. I held the phone out to Willis. “Your Alpha,” I said dryly. He took it immediately, posture straightening as if Cain himself had just stepped into the room. “Good morning, Alpha,” he said, his tone suddenly crisp and formal. His entire body seemed to lock into discipline. “Yes, sir. No, sir.” I listened, catching pieces. “He went to campus this morning to check the…” he started, trailing off. So Carson wasn’t here. Then Willis’s voice sharpened. “Alpha, she isn’t safe there. They came at her full force—” That was fear. Real, unguarded fear, buried in his tone like a fault line. A few more “Yes, Alpha”s and he ended the call. Then he turned to walk away, phone already halfway back to his ear. “If that call has anything to do with me,” I said, stopping him cold, “you make it in front of me.