All Chapters of Fated In Darkness: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

CarsonAdrian’s hesitation made sense now. Dragomir was leverage incarnate, an ancient beast no one wanted to wake and no one dared to put down. Our odds against him were slim, and slim wasn’t good enough. I called my father on the ride to Adrian’s estate. Cain, the Alpha above all Alphas, didn’t lose composure easily, but even he faltered when I told him what Adrian had left undone. He knew as well as I did: if Dragomir gained ground, neither wolves nor vampires would survive the storm that followed.Father promised to aid me, to tear through every scrap of forgotten lore until we unearthed a way to put the monster back to sleep. But in the quiet of our blood bond, we sealed a darker pact: if all else failed, we would kill Dragomir ourselves. It would mean betraying Adrian’s sentiment, his foolish tether to a father who deserved oblivion, but I wasn’t here to stroke Adrian’s conscience. I was here to protect my people. Humans, fragile and clueless, couldn’t be left at the mercy of a

DimitriThe fear that coiled inside me after witnessing Adrian’s wrath was a living, choking thing. The memory of what happened in Marlon’s estate clung to me like smoke in my lungs. If Carson hadn’t stepped between us, Lancly and I would already be corpses, drained and discarded like refuse.The moment we entered the building, I wasted no time, I sent for Lucian. Victor would have been more skilled for this errand, but I needed someone who could move freely under daylight’s cover.Lancly’s voice broke the silence, strained and hoarse, as though the words burned his throat. “What has Martina done?”His eyes, wide and haunted, found mine. “I saw him, Dimitri. I saw what she awakened. He won’t hold back next time. She’s roused a beast in him that only Natalie can cage. Why did she do it? Why doom us all just to satisfy her obsession? She might not care if she lives anymore, but what about the rest of us?”He poured himself a glass of O-negative, the crimson sheen dark and rich under th

AdrianI sat in my office, and for the first time in centuries, I felt… empty. Martina had struck where it cut deepest, and the wound was not one of flesh but of soul. I could almost hear the whispers of my enemies across the night, congratulating her for the blow. My weakness had been laid bare for the world to see, my hesitation to kill Dragomir, and she had seized it, twisted it, and driven it straight through me by targeting Natalie.Rage flared hot, burning through the hollowness, and with it came resolve. I picked up the phone, my voice low, lethal, as I urged Nikolas to return at once. I had only one plan: to find Martina and end her. The possibility, slim though it was, that her death could sever the curse she placed on Natalie was all the reason I needed. Even if Natalie survived the bite, I would not allow her soul to be tethered to that venomous witch.If Natalie became Strigoi, I would bear it. I would love her still. But bound to Martina? No. Never. I would tear the world

AdrianAnger burned hotter with every breath, swelling until I could no longer sit still. My body was a storm aching for release. There was only one place left for me to go, Arya.I descended into the lower levels of the estate, each step down into the dungeons echoing with my fury. The air thickened the further I went, heavy with mildew, iron, and despair. The torches along the stone walls flickered faintly, casting shadows that seemed to recoil from me as I moved through the dark corridor.When I reached the cell, the sight that met me caught me off guard. My mother was already there. And she had done a number on Arya.Arya hung bound to a metal beam, her body trembling. Since I had torn off her arms at the elbow, the ropes dug cruelly into her waist and shoulders, securing her broken form upright. She was stripped bare, her flesh marked with lashings, welts, and bruises, each one a testament to my mother’s rage.Margret turned when she sensed me, her face streaked with tears, her e

DimitriMy greatest fear had finally taken shape before my eyes.The moment Adrian stepped out of his office, I knew. His eyes, those merciless, fathomless eyes, burned with a cold fire I had never seen in him before. My hand clenched into a fist, rage and dread tangling inside me until I thought I might choke.How could Martina be so blind? So selfish? Did she not understand what it meant to tamper with a fated bond? Even wolves, creatures driven by instinct and rage, knew better than to interfere with destiny’s design. She had lived centuries, seen how they tore the world apart for their mates, and yet she thought Adrian would hold back? That he would weigh his father’s life against Natalie’s and choose restraint?Fool. She had doomed us all.Because the look in Adrian’s eyes told me one thing: he no longer cared.Everything now hinged on Natalie’s survival. Should she awaken, even weakened, Adrian’s fury would focus on Martina alone. But if she slipped away, if death claimed her, t