All Chapters of Fated In Darkness: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Dimitri“Michael knew his brother’s plans,” Lancly growled, his usually even voice now laced with seething contempt. “Yet he still offered that girl to us. He created this mess, Dimitri. He should be dealt with.”I didn’t argue. He wasn’t wrong.“Demand Michael’s daughter,” he continued, his tone colder now. “That’s the only way we move forward. Because believe me, that parchment is authentic. Whatever claim it establishes, it carries the full weight of the old laws. Deny it, and we fracture the entire system.”He paced, blood goblet forgotten on the table, his thoughts already spiralling.“And if I were you, I’d query the Ashberge House. The wolves claim Strigoi were among the attackers of Brian Pierce. Ashberge Strigoi must answer for that. There’s no way that kind of infiltration happened without someone’s knowledge.”His voice dropped lower, darker.“The sooner we untangle ourselves from this, the better for all of us. Because pushing Adrian too far will leave us only one recourse

Adrian The afternoon sun bled through the blackout shades, thin golden lines slicing across the stone floor of Nocturne. Even bathed in silence, the club held its breath—haunted, waiting, like me. Three o’clock. Still no word from Cainebrielle. I’d sent one of my best to watch for Carson’s return with Natalie, but the silence stretching between us was beginning to ache. Every second felt like glass grinding into my skin. Was he truly testing me? Daring me to make good on the threat I’d left hanging in the air like a blade? Blackgate didn’t need to burn—but it could. If Carson wanted to play the fool, I’d be the nightmare that taught him better. They all mistook my restraint for weakness. Carson. Martina. Dimitri. That insufferable Michael Pierce. They’d grown too comfortable with the idea of a domesticated monster. I’d spent centuries folding myself into a shape the world could stomach, hiding the thing that Volodymir warned would rise. But now... the leash was slipping. And

AdrianI was still at the gates of Blackgate, the scent of pine and blood thick on the air.The wolves kept advancing, muscles coiled, eyes burning with Carson’s creed. They bore his crest over their hearts. Loyal. Brave. Stupid.“I’ll say this one last time,” I said, voice steady as the grave. “Let me through. Or bring her to me. There’s no need for death tonight.”Only a growl answered me—low and guttural, vibrating through the bones of the earth. They suddenly stopped coming, and the biggest of them stepped forward. Massive. Battle-scarred. Foam at the corners of his mouth. His claws scraped against the dirt as he moved, shoulders squared in challenge. Those amber eyes locked onto mine.Rage.Duty.Suicide.Bad choice.I moved.Not with vampiric speed. Not with tricks. Not with power drawn from shadow or blood. Just a step. A single, deliberate step.Still too fast for them.My hand met his jaw with a crack like thunder, turning his lunge into a ragdoll’s spin through the air. He sl

AdrianThey were waiting—for Carson, for orders, or for courage they hadn’t yet found.I stepped forward once more.“Choose wisely,” I said, voice low, deliberate. “I don’t want to hurt any more of you. But I will reach her.”And then I waited.Still.Patient.Tension clung to the moonlit streets of Blackgate like frost, the last fragile thread of diplomacy stretched to its breaking point.The door opened.Carson stepped out.And from inside—I heard her.“Adrian!”Natalie’s voice.Raw. Desperate.That was all I needed to know. They were holding her against her will. The fury surged up sharp and hot behind my ribs, cold on the outside, fire within.Carson moved toward me, posture hard, face unreadable—but his eyes blazed.“Give her to me,” I said, cool as marble.He growled low in his throat, fangs flashing. “You’ll have to go through me. I won’t let you turn her, you blood-sucking monster.”I laughed.Not loud. Not cruel. Just amused.“Come now. You know that’s not true.” I studied hi

AdrianI stood there—dumbfounded.I didn’t know what to feel. Rage? Grief? Denial? I could call it a lie, convince myself they weren’t fated... but the puzzle pieces fit too well now. His desperation, the reckless defiance, the way he bought her contract and stood against me despite knowing who I was.It all made sense.He wasn’t just protecting her.He was trying to save her—from me.And for the first time in centuries, I felt something inside me fracture.The wolves moved in to lift their Alpha, bruised and bloodied, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I just stood there, staring at the one thing I had waited so long to find.Natalie.She was fighting against the arms holding her back. Her eyes were wide—afraid, confused, trembling.Maybe afraid of me. My fangs were still out. I could taste the blood in the air. I probably looked like the monster Carson had warned her about.But this was me. I didn’t choose this. I was made for war, born of blood and night.I didn’t ask for any of it.An