All Chapters of Fated In Darkness: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Natalie“Yes, Mom,” I said quietly. “Everything Uncle Michael did—every calculated move—was to ensure I became the sacrifice. Not his daughter.”My mother’s expression changed in an instant—from sorrow to fury. Her hands clenched into fists.“How dare he?” she hissed. “He had the money, the influence. He could’ve protected both of you. And still, he chose to offer his brother’s child while shielding his own? How could he?!”“He’ll claim Dad never finished the ritual,” I said, my voice sharper now. “That the deal wasn’t sealed. But he knew the truth. He knew what Dad intended. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have accepted the wealth, the estate, everything. He took it knowing the price.”Her breath was ragged now. “Coward. He let Brian die, and still… still tried to feed you to those monsters.”I nodded slowly. “That’s what I think happened. The Strigoi came to collect their debt. That’s why I was attacked on campus. But the werewolves—Dad’s old allies—they came. They saved me.”She looked at me

Natalie“I’ll have someone pick her up,” Adrian said calmly.I opened my mouth to argue—some small part of me still trying to hold on to control—but one look at him silenced me. His eyes were steady, certain. He wasn’t suggesting. He had decided.I gave him a slight nod, my trust still outweighing my doubts.“Hello? Nat?” Alison’s voice crackled through the phone, laced with fear. “Are you still there?”“Someone will come for you,” I said quietly. “They’ll bring you to where I am.”She let out a breath of relief. “Thank God. I thought I’d have to turn back. I was scared I wouldn’t see you.”Normally, that would’ve earned a small laugh from me. Something to soften the moment. But I couldn’t find one. Not with my mother lying inches from death, her body fighting off a venom I didn’t even understand.I ended the call without another word and handed the phone to Nikolas, giving him Alison’s number. He nodded and exited quietly to carry out Adrian’s instructions.Adrian crossed the room and

Adrian “I bear no grudge against your son, Cain,” I said calmly. “I understand his reasons now. Honestly, if I were in his place, I might’ve done worse. Fate isn’t something to take lightly. If Natalie had chosen him, I would have walked away.” I paused, letting that land. “I hold no anger. But Carson should never cross me like that again. I’m willing to let a lot slide because of Jonathan… but if your son keeps antagonizing me, I might stop caring about blood ties.” Cain was quiet for a beat. Then: “He won’t. We’ve spoken. He understands what’s at stake—what’s best for all of us.” I nodded, even though he couldn’t see it. “Good. Because I didn’t just answer to settle old tension, I answered to warn you.” Cain went silent. “Be on the lookout for any so-called miracle treatments claiming to cure terminal illness.” “Why?” he asked warily. “Because I just uncovered something disturbing. The Strigoi are dosing humans with venom—without their consent.Disguising it as med

DimitriThe moment I heard Arya was paying Martina a visit, unease twisted like a cold blade in my gut. I didn’t like it. Couldn’t stop it, either—but I sure as hell wouldn’t stay blind. Pride wouldn't let me. I’d already humbled myself once before the Balshovs. I wouldn't crawl back to Alexei like some desperate servant. Never again.So I did what I had to do. I sent Viktor.He’s loyal, and usually sharp—but when Arya finally left Martina’s, all he brought me was nothing. Useless.“They were just talking,” he said. “Like friends.”Friends?I nearly tore his throat out. Everyone with a drop of blood in their body knows Arya’s been flaunting herself like Adrian’s chosen. She doesn’t "visit" without motive, and I’d bet every last drop of my power that this had something to do with Natalie.That girl’s presence has stirred things I can’t quite see, but I feel it. Like the shift in wind before a storm.I told Viktor to keep watching. Quietly. I don’t want whispers, I want truth. If there’s

Dimitri The first one lunged, fangs bared, claws slicing through the air like razors. I moved faster. Steel met sinew as I twisted mid-step and caught him by the throat. A snarl broke across his face, but it died in an instant. My fingers crushed his windpipe like brittle glass. I yanked hard, lifting his body overhead, and then… Crack. His spine snapped as I slammed him down the stairs, leaving a blood-slick trail across the stone. He didn’t get back up. The others didn’t hesitate. They surged from the shadows like feral things, eyes burning red, mouths foaming with bloodlust. Their pride blinded them. They thought sheer numbers could tip the scales. Fools. Lancly moved beside me, a blur of cold efficiency. He ducked a strike, pirouetted beneath a flying claw, and drove his fist through a Strigoi’s chest. His hand burst out the other side, gripping a still-beating heart. He dropped the corpse like garbage, unfazed. We didn’t just fight. We unleashed. Another charged, teeth