All Chapters of Marked by Moon Fire: Chapter 161 - Chapter 169

Nyssa made up her mind before sunrise. She sat on the edge of her bed staring at the folded clothes in front of her, but her eyes weren’t really seeing them. Everything inside her felt hollow. She knew Lucien would never forgive her. She had felt it in the way he walked out… the silence, the coldness, the disappointment he didn’t even try to hide.She swallowed painfully and stood up. There was no point in staying where she wasn’t wanted. She packed her things slowly, folding each cloth with trembling hands. She zipped the bag shut, and it felt strangely final, like closing the last page of a chapter she never wanted to end.The door opened immediately, and Papa Ganda and Alice came into the room right when she lifted the bag. They froze, then looked at her face, and immediately, Papa Ganda’s brows furrowed. Alice’s eyes watered.“We’re leaving?” Alice asked, voice barely above a whisper.Nyssa nodded. “Yes. Pack your things. We can’t stay anymore.”She didn’t explain further. She co

Nyssa was already pacing, her body still betraying her from the sudden heat that had struck her at the peak of the full moon. Her skin tingled, her breaths were shaky.She grabbed her shawl from the bed and made her way to his office, storming in even without a knock. He looked up from his desk, “Nyssa are you okay?” He noticed immediately. Of course he did. Lucien noticed everything when it came to NyssaBut instead of rushing to her, instead of taking her into his arms the way she desperately wanted, that annoying smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, it was absolutely intentional.“You look… tense,” he said slowly, voice was smooth.Nyssa’s eyes narrowed. “Tense?” she repeated, trying not to sound out of breath. “Lucien, I —-”He got up from his chair and walked past her as if she wasn’t burning and she wasn’t two seconds away from losing her sanity. He picked up a goblet from the table, poured himself wine, swirling it with exaggerated calmness.Nyssa clenched her fists. “You’

The warm light from the sun spilled through the curtains of Lucien and Nyssa’s chamber, settling over the room gently.Nyssa was the first to stir, stretching her limbs beneath the blankets as the memories of the previous night settled warmly in her chest. Lucien had been tender, reassuring, and impossibly protective yet she sensed he was hiding something. She didn’t press him, because deep down she knew she could trust him.Lucien opened his eyes shortly after she did, and the moment Nyssa shifted to stand from the bed, he reached out and tugged her lightly back into his arms. A small, amused sound escaped her.“Lucien .…” she murmured, but he only smirked, brushing a stray curl from her cheek.“We haven’t even started the day properly and you’re leaving already?” he teased, his voice low with that familiar warmth that always made her heart skip in the most frustrating way.Nyssa rolled her eyes dramatically, though a shy smile lifted her lips. “We have to prepare. We’re going to see

The walk back home felt longer than usual, it was the weight of everything that had been revealed, or maybe it was the heaviness in the air every time Lucien looked at Nyssa and she avoided his eyes. Whatever it was, the silence between them felt too loud.By the time they got to the pack house, Lucien had already made up his mind. He didn’t even hide it. The moment they crossed the threshold, he turned to her with that loo, and he smiled widely.“We should announce it,” he said quietly, yet firmly. “The whole pack needs to know. They deserve to. It has been a long time since we heard such good news.”Nyssa froze at the foot of the stairs. She turned to him sharply and the disbelief in her eyes was loud. “No,” she said immediately. “Lucien, no. Not now. It’s too dangerous.”He blinked, confused. “Dangerous? Nyssa, they’re our people.”“Exactly.” She folded her arms around herself, suddenly cold. “And after everything that has happened, how can we even say for sure who our people rea

Lucien was restless, his mind kept circling around the note, and what it had to do with the faceless men.Gamma Hume paced the motel room like a restless tiger, muttering curses under his breath. He had read the paper at least thirty times. Each time he finished, he dropped it on the table with more force.“This is a trap,” he said for the hundredth time. “Alpha, I can swear on every ancestor of the Moonrage line this is a trap. They know we’re here. They know what we’re looking for. They know who we’re asking about.”Lucien sat on the small, wooden chair near the dusty window. He didn’t look away from the paper lying on the table.“They must have followed us,” Gamma Hume continued. “Or they tracked us. Or one of those women overheard us and reported back. Or—--”“You think they’re watching us right now?” Lucien interrupted calmly.Gamma Hume stopped pacing immediately. He swallowed heavily. “It’s possible.”Lucien rubbed his forehead slowly. “That’s exactly why we can’t back down.”G