All Chapters of MARKED BY MOONLIGHT : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

~ CATHERINE ~ Edric is glaring at me, his expression carrying a hint of alarm and discomfort. “Where’s your little circus magician, bitch? I said no tricks! So where is he?!” I stare at him and slowly let my face mold into a mischievous smile as I spread my hands and shrug, feigning innocence. “The hell would I know?” “No one plays with me, or I’ll kill them both right now!” His eyes have darkened with rage, and he’s frothing at the mouth like a possessed demon. I almost feel pity for him. Almost. A gurgling sound from behind Edric makes him spin around. He spots his men still standing where they were with their claws on my grandparents’ necks. They look unshaken by the sound, which reassures Edric for a moment. But then, as he studies them more, he realizes they seem to be standing a bit too still, almost like statues. I know instinctively this is magic. They’ve been immobilized. Everything seems all right with them at first, like they’ve only just been frozen, until we all n

~ RONAN ~ “You’re useless to me now, Edric.” Zarek sneers at the wolf before waving towards Selene’s direction. This draws a growl from Draven, who is being held back by his mate, Selene. “You couldn’t even keep hold of a spindly blind pup. How can I trust you to be any more useful to me?” “Fuck you, Zarek! That was not the deal. You don’t tell me what to do! I decide my own fate!” Edric blurts, his voice turning hoarse as the veins in his neck bulge. Zarek simply stares at him with sad eyes, like he’s looking at a lost puppy. The expression on his face is pure contempt. “And yet you howled for my help. The clear sign of a man with his situation under control.” Sarcasm and disdain ooze through his tone. Zarek shakes his head and scoffs. He's clearly intent on punishing Edric with his every word and although I don't like the bastard, I'm here for it. “Maybe that vampire blood you’ve been ingesting has gotten to your brain if you think you can challenge me, mutt. It’s giving

~ LYRA ~ As Zarek rises from Ronan’s body, my heart cracks. Zerek's victory seems to be feeding him, filling him with new life as he looks around and jeers at us. The wolves around me are snarling, but their rage is hollow now, because Ronan’s defeat feels like the air’s been punched out of our lungs. “You’re all weak! As weak as your faux leader here!” Zarek waves flippantly at Ronan’s body. “Do you think you stand a chance against me?! I’ll shred every one of you mutts! We’ll roast your remains over fire and drink your blood in celebration!” His vampires erupt in a frenzy, feeding off his words. Their bloodlust ignites again as they turn on us, attacking with renewed fury. Around us, the ground is a graveyard—wolves and vampires locked in battle—and Ronan’s body lies there, forgotten amid the madness. I collapse to the floor, the strength leaving my knees all at once. My whole body trembles as violent sobs rack through me. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. And I don’t think I

~ RONAN ~ With Lucian's collar still in my hands, I turn to face the vampires remaining, my face telling them a story that is as clear as day. I am demanding they behold the fate that will be theirs shortly. I return my focus to Zarek, who dangles in the air and lashes out with his massive claws, trying to rip me open and break free of my iron grasp. But his attacks do very little to break my skin, and my grip only tightens. I retract my free hand and ram it into Zerek's belly, extracting a moan from him like his subjects have never heard before. I pull back and drive my arm repeatedly into the vampire lord's torso. Then for good measure, I deliver a final punch to his gonads. The bat goes limp in my hand as he whimpers from the mind-numbing pain. "Now you know what it feels like," I grunt as I fling Zerek into the air like a wet rag. His body crashes into one of the stone chairs at the clearing. The jagged parts of the solid rock smash into his back, splintering his spine. He

~ RONAN ~ I sigh and fix myself another drink. Then I move around the bar and plop down on one of the sofas, inwardly grateful as the soft cushion embraces my weary body. "Alright. Fine. I'm all ears," I yield, inviting Draven to continue his exposé on the Alpha Prime. "Your new responsibility extends beyond your current pack," he begins, his voice steady. "Every other pack is subject to you now, including all the alphas. In fact, they only remain alphas if you allow it." Draven slips from his bar stool and comes toward me. "As legend has it, the Alpha Prime is the most powerful wolf in any city. The goddess bestows him with immense power or something like that, and his scent alone can compel every wolf to action." I frown at the implication of this new status. "Compel? As in I can make you all do whatever I want?" Draven raises a hand slightly to stop my wandering thoughts. "Slow down. It doesn’t mean we’re puppets to you or that we don’t have a mind of our own. It’s just