All Chapters of Fated In Darkness: Chapter 141 - Chapter 145

DimitriAlexei would have let me grow old.But when the plague came and took me, when I lay on the edge of death, begging him not to let me go, he turned me. It broke something in him, I think. I wasn’t just a human in his care. I was his son.He gave me eternity.For a while, our lives were simple. Good.Until Margaret.He fell in love. Mated. And from that bond, Adrian was born.I didn’t leave. I remained part of their family, loyal, trusted. But when Volodymir issued the kill order on Adrian—declaring him an abomination—Alexei defied him.And I didn’t.Maybe I should’ve gone with him then. Maybe I should’ve stood beside the man who raised me. But Volodymir was a god in those days. Absolute. And I didn’t know better.I chose survival.And in doing so, I chose wrong.Nothing’s been the same since.Alexei held a chalice in his hand, the dark liquid catching the light. He looked at me.“Care for a drink?” he asked.I shook my head. This wasn’t the time for pleasantries.“I’m here to as

Dimitri“I just want to help with the tribute,” Martina said, her voice smaller now, cornered.I stared at her.“Did I ask for your help?” I said flatly. “Don’t lie to me, Martina.”Her expression tightened, but I didn’t stop.“You wanted to hurt Balshov. You wanted to turn the woman fate tied to him. Strip him of the one thing even time and war hadn’t taken. Maybe make her your puppet. Or worse. I don’t know what twisted fantasy lives in your head—but what I do know is this: you would’ve started a war.”My voice dropped into something colder.“One we wouldn’t survive. Not long enough to wake Volodymir. Not long enough to beg.”She looked away, but I could see her jaw flexing.“I want you to keep your hands off Natalie Pierce. Completely. No watching, no manipulating, no backdoor politics.”Her eyes snapped back to mine.“Besides,” I continued, “her father left a parchment—binding. Ensuring she’s untouchable. If we pursue her further, we invite destruction. Not just from Balshov or th

Carson“I feel like a coward, Father,” I said, the words cracking as tears slid down my cheek. The weight of it all—powerlessness, rejection, fate—sank deep into my bones.My father stepped closer.“You’re not a coward, son,” he said, his voice firm but kind. “Your opponent is a god. No one wins against that. Even the Strigoi are silent about Phi Umbra. They know exactly what they’re up against.”He placed a hand on my shoulder, steadying me.“If anything, you tried. You stood your ground. You showed you had the spine to face someone no one else would even speak against.”I looked around us—at the shattered courtyard, the broken bodies, the silence that followed our defeat.“They’ll hate me,” I said, thinking of the people of Blackgate. “I failed them.”“No,” he said. “They fought for you because they believed in you. Willingly. They tried to help you hold onto your Luna.”He paused.“But let’s be honest, Carson. Natalie doesn’t want you. If she had shown the slightest preference, even