All Chapters of Marked by Moon Fire: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Her heart skipped a bit as those words came out of his mouth, she remained on the spot not willing to let go of the door's handle nor turn back and face him again. Taking her pause as a que, he continued. “The guards were able to get the boys who were involved in your kidnap, I was wondering if you could come identify their faces with me".Nyssa sighed and turned away from the door now fully facing him, “Do you think there is any point? Especially since we already know who sent them?” She asked and Lucien nodded."I promised you that no one would lay a finger on you as long as you are in this pack." "And what do you plan to do to them?" Nyssa asked with raised brow. Without thinking, Lucien responded with a cold voice, "Death." He noticed Nyssa’s hesitation, “You don't have to do it if you don't want–”“I will go.” She cut him off, She reminisced on the pain they caused her and believed it was only fair they face their punishment. “We'd go to the dungeon later. I have to handle s

Lucien’s jaw tightened until the veins on his neck stood out. Without further hesitation, He made his way to the dungeon.Lucien’s boots echoed as he strode down the narrow hall, “Where the fuck were you guys when it happened?” Lucien yelled, walking briskly.Two guards flanked the iron gate open, stiffening when they saw him. He walked in gently making his way to the cell where the men were kept, He halted almost immediately as he saw a figure, it was Nyssa, standing a few feet away from the open cell. Her cloak fluttered slightly in the torchlight.He heaved a sigh and continued walking until they were just a few feet apart. “I didn't expect to see you here,” he said softly.“Your guards left me with no choice, with their inability to safely lock down a few boys.” Nyssa’s gaze shifted from him to thes cell. He turned to the empty cell. The chains hung loose against the wall, the scent of metal and old blood still thick in the air.He turned sharply to the guards, his eyes burning

Nyssa froze where she stood, eyes locked on Alice, completely thrown off by her sudden appearance. Her mind scrambled for words, but nothing came out fast enough.“Aren’t you going to answer me?” Alice asked again, her tone edged with curiosity and suspicion. “Where are you coming from, Nyssa? Don’t tell me there’s a secret passage hidden in your bedroom.”Nyssa blinked rapidly, trying to compose herself. “Alice… how did you even get into my room?”Alice rolled her eyes, folding her arms dramatically. “Oh, come on. You’re really asking me that?” She gave a playful smirk. “I’m the greatest witch in the world, remember? Doors don’t exactly stop me.”Nyssa sighed and shook her head, walking past her toward the mirror stand. She began unclasping the necklace around her neck, her tone clipped. “You need to stop barging into my room like this, Alice. It’s not funny anymore.”Alice’s expression softened slightly. She stepped forward, reaching out to help. “Hold still,” she murmured, fingers

“What?” Lillian yelled in shock, her voice echoing through the room. “He wants you to do what?” “There's no way you can get married to someone you don’t even know!” Alice exclaimed, pacing nervously. “Lucien, say something!” Lillian turned to him desperately. “You know she can’t marry the King of the North.” Lucien leaned back, his face blank but his tone sharp. “She should have thought about that before promising what she couldn’t deliver.” His eyes stayed fixed on Lucy, who kept her head bowed, avoiding everyone’s gaze. The room fell silent. Nyssa sat still, lost in thought. She knew Lucy had made a mistake, but marriage to the King of the North felt like too heavy a price to pay. “I only wanted her gone,” Lucy whispered through trembling lips, her voice breaking. “I’m sorry.” Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed quietly. Lillian moved closer and wrapped an arm around her. Alice followed, patting Lucy’s back gently. “Don’t cry, Lucy,” Alice said softly. “We’ll find

Nyssa stepped further into the meeting room, her eyes quickly scanning the space. All six elders were present, seated around the long wooden table, their faces a mix of curiosity and confusion.Some whispered among themselves while others simply stared at her, clearly confused about what was going on. She ignored the murmurs, her focus fixed on Lucien, who sat at the head of the table with an unreadable expression.With calculated steady steps, Nyssa walked toward him. Her voice was calm but low when she finally spoke. “Lucien, what are you doing?” she asked, leaning closer so that only he could hear her.Lucien turned his head, his gaze sharp and burning with anger. “What do you think I’m doing, Nyssa?” he replied with a mocking smirk that made her stomach twist uneasily. Then, raising his voice so everyone could hear, he turned back to the elders. “I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t the only one who remembers witnessing the late Queen’s burial.”Nyssa shifted uncomfortably and turn