All Chapters of Marked by Moon Fire: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Nyssa was so disappointed that they were leaving yet again without a clue. By the time they arrived at the packhouse, the whole house looked really busy. The maids and guards were all over the place, running each holding one thing or the other. They exchanged glances.“What is going on here?” Nyssa asked a maid, carrying a basket on her way out.The maid bowed. “My lady, the Alpha, has asked to prepare for the coming of the King of the West.”“What?” Lucy gasped behind her.“Where is Lillian?” Nyssa asked immediately.“She was ordered to stay indoors till they arrive,” the maid replied curtly.Nyssa made her way to Lillian's room with Lucy walking beside her. She opened the door to find her crawled up on her bed. She seemed like she had been crying for a while, Lucy ran to her and hugged her.“Lillian,” Nyssa said softly from the doorway.Lillian turned sharply, her eyes red. “What do you want?”Nyssa hesitated, then stepped inside. “I am sorry for what Lucien is doing.”Lillian laug

Nyssa’s heart skipped as she realized Lucien’s gaze was fixed on her, sharp and questioning. She had to think quickly.“I was only looking through the records,” she said, forcing a calm tone, “to find if there’s any old law or precedent that could stop the marriage.” Her voice wavered slightly, but she steadied it before continuing. “If I could find something the elders once enforced, maybe I could use that to convince you against it.”Lucien’s expression softened only a little. He walked in fully and went over to the seat behind the table, sitting down, his eyes narrowing in thought. “You won’t find any law like that, Nyssa,” he said finally. “No one in this pack has ever questioned the Alpha’s decision when it comes to alliances. And you shouldn’t either.”She nodded slowly, pretending to accept his words, though her mind was already racing elsewhere.Lucien picked up another paper, glancing through it as if to dismiss her, but then added, “Besides, the King of the West isn’t a bad

Lillian sat by the window of her chamber, her hands folded on her lap. Her once bright eyes were now dull, her lips pressed tightly together as she stared into the distance. The tray of untouched food beside her was cold. She hadn’t eaten since the night before, and the servants who came to check on her could only exchange worried glances before retreating.She didn’t want to eat. She didn’t want to talk.She didn’t even want to be here.When the door creaked open, Lillian didn’t bother to look up at first until she caught the familiar scent. Her gaze slowly lifted to meet Lucien’s.He stood by the doorway, his expression soft but heavy with guilt. The light from the corridor fell on his face, highlighting the lines of worry on his forehead, which had deepened over the last few days. For a while, neither of them spoke. The silence stretched, broken only by the distant chatter of servants.“Lillian,” he began, his voice low and careful, “I heard you’ve refused your meals again.”Her li

Lucien stood near the window, his arms folded behind him, eyes fixed on the horizon beyond the pack walls. He should’ve felt relief because Lillian had forgiven him, something he hadn’t believed would ever happen. His chest felt lighter, though the guilt still lingered like a shadow that refused to leave.The door opened softly behind him, and a familiar voice called out, “You look far too calm for someone who’s hours away from handing his sister to a foreign king.”Lucien turned slightly. “Nyssa,” he said, his tone mild but tinged with weariness. “You’re here.”She stepped into the room, closing the door gently behind her. Her dark hair was loosely tied, and she scanned the room before finally landing on him. “Yes, I am,” she said slowly. He exhaled heavily. “I'm sorry for the last time… You know the way I spoke to you.” He scratched the back of his head nervously.“You look… different,” she said slowly. “happier.”“Lillian forgave me,” he said simply.Nyssa blinked. “She did?”He

She watched him closely, her eyes locked on his face, and there it was the shift she had been waiting for. His face froze, the colour draining from it entirely. His eyes widened, his composure cracking for the first time. Elder Albert had been careful all along, always calm, always measured.Nyssa caught every detail, the twitch of his jaw, the slight curl of his fingers at his side, the way his gaze darted toward the exit for the briefest instant before snapping back.Got you, "she thought.The Queen paused at the base of the stairs, her frail figure commanding a silence that rippled through the grand hall. Every head turned.Lucien stepped down to meet . His voice deepened as he spoke, carried through the hall with quiet authority.“You all believed she was dead,” he began. “But the truth is that she was betrayed.”Gasps erupted. The crowd stirred like it was chaos, the people shifting uneasily in their seats, the elders whispered amongst themselvesNyssa kept her eyes on Elder Albe