Semua Bab Fated In Darkness: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Dimitri "I want everything you can find on Natalie Pierce," I told Victor, my voice cutting through the dim hush of the lounge like a blade. We were beneath the manor—deep underground where sunlight had never dared to intrude—waiting for the clan to gather. These meetings had long since lost their thrill. A century of politics, of ritual and posturing, wears even the immortal thin. Victor nodded and vanished into the shadows, as he always did—efficient, silent, loyal. Of course, Lancly couldn’t keep his tongue still. He leaned forward from the velvet-backed chair, the firelight casting sharp angles across his pale face. “What exactly do you need to know about her?” I didn’t even look at him. “What I need to know,” I said evenly, “is none of your concern.” He chuckled, the sound low and mocking. “There’s no need to waste resources. If she survives the ritual, she’ll be handed to the Strigoi in line. That’s Volodymir’s command.” I turned to him then. Slowly. “We will do no such t

Dimitri “Who told you you could do this?” I asked, my voice quiet, deadly. The kind of quiet that comes before a storm tears the sky in half. “Lord Balshov,” Graham said without hesitation. “He told me it was the only way out. And I’ve accepted it. I’m ready to give my life for my daughter’s freedom.” I stared at him. There was a stillness in his eyes—peaceful, resolute. The look of a man who had already crawled through hell and decided the fire didn’t scare him anymore. “The wolves can’t protect her,” I growled. “They can’t care for her. She won’t have what you have enjoyed.” “They can keep her alive,” he shot back. “Let her live a full life. Let her choose love, raise children. That’s worth more than every cursed coin this clan ever paid my family. I have no son. The covenant required one. And because of that, it ends with me.” His words landed like a hammer against ancient stone. And I knew he was right. He had cornered me with knowledge only a few should possess. The moment

Carson“Alpha, you need to calm down,” Willis said, his voice soft but strained. The way his eyes kept darting to mine told me he was feeling the pressure too. I tried to breathe—slow, steady—but it was like trying to cage a storm with my ribs. The rage, the confusion, the ache—they wouldn't settle.Was I losing my grip?“I need you to dig into Michael Pierce. Everything. His family, any relatives still breathing, where they live, who they speak to. I want a full map of their bloodline,” I said, my voice tight with control I barely had.Willis gave a slow nod, his expression unreadable.“And Natalie’s father,” I added. “I want every detail—his name, his contacts, where he lived, how they lived. Natalie’s blind to our world. I need to know how she stayed in the dark for so long. I need to understand the life she came from.”Willis shifted uncomfortably. “If I may, Alpha… this path we’re on—it’s dangerous. You’re crossing into Strigoi tribute territory. That’s not a line we’re supposed

Carson Jacob walked in looking like hell—eyes sunken, shoulders slumped, skin pale like he hadn’t slept in days. The tension clung to him like a second skin. One glance told me he’d rather be anywhere else. “What brings you?” I asked, rising to meet him with a handshake before motioning to the seat across from me. “Work, Carson. That’s what brings me here,” he said, pulling a rolled parchment from inside his coat and handing it over like it weighed a thousand pounds. I took it. The surface of the scroll was slick, damp with cold. I unrolled it slowly. The script wasn’t ink. It was blood. My gut went cold. The name at the top—Volodymir Asuep—jumped out like a ghost. “What is this?” I asked, though part of me already knew. “The reason I’m here,” Jacob said, voice low, reluctant. I looked up sharply. “Is this what I think it is?” He nodded. “The man who wrote that letter never made it to deliver it. He was murdered—along with the wolves escorting him. We believe it was a coordi

Natalie “Do you like the place?” Adrian asked, pulling me from my thoughts. I nodded, offering a small smile before slipping away toward the bedroom. I needed a moment—space to breathe, to steady the storm quietly building in my chest. He’d told me not to pack. Said he’d take care of everything. Curious, I opened the wardrobe. Inside, carefully arranged, were soft cotton tees, thick snow gear, and lingerie—lace, of course. He liked lace. My cheeks flushed instantly. He’d mentioned it before, his fondness for it, but seeing it here… prepared, folded, expected—it sent a flutter through my stomach. Not fear exactly, but something that buzzed with awareness. I thought of what happened in the park. How Adrian had this uncanny ability to unravel me, strip away my nervousness with just a look, and his touch… it was maddening. By laying these clothes out, he wasn’t just choosing my outfits—he was creating a mood. A moment. A plan. I spotted hiking gear too. So, snow and seduction? That