All Chapters of Marked by Fire & Fang: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

LillyI felt the pressure first in my dreams—a weight against my chest, like hands made of wind trying to peel my soul from my body. But even in that half-conscious space, I felt her. Our daughter. Curling closer to me, pulsing with defiance, her energy radiant and wild.When I woke, the air smelled of lavender and charred oak. A storm was forming, not outside—but in the space between worlds.Link stirred beside me, his arm wrapping protectively over my waist, hand splaying against the curve of my belly. His palm warmed instantly, syncing to her rhythm like it had with Logan.“She’s getting stronger,” I whispered.“She’s ready,” he murmured, still thick with sleep. “And we’ll be ready for whatever comes.”His lips brushed my shoulder, the barest kiss of reassurance before his mouth found my neck, then lower. We needed these stolen moments. Love wasn’t just a comfort anymore—it was armor. Every kiss he gave me, every slow burn of touch across skin, stitched me back together.We made lo

LillyIt was time to go home.Not to the quiet farmhouse, not even to the haven of our bedroom where we made our promises in sweat and whispered vows—but back to the place where it all began. To the sacred land of our ancestors. The bloodroot grounds. Where the first alphas rose. Where oaths were carved into stone, and fate was bound in fire.We left just after dawn, the air electric with something ancient and charged. Logan rode on Link’s shoulders, laughing, oblivious. I tried to smile for him, but every step felt like a heartbeat closer to a reckoning we couldn’t outrun.My belly had started to show, the curve beneath my dress visible enough that even strangers in town had offered quiet congratulations. Two heartbeats. Two souls inside me. And with every fluttering kick, the weight of what we carried grew heavier.Link squeezed my hand. “You okay?”“I’m ready,” I whispered. “I’m ready to pick a side.”He leaned down, kissed my temple. “We already did. We chose love.”But choosing d

Three black SUVs rolled through the winding road that cut through the misty forest. Their black windows gleamed like obsidian beneath the setting sun, one in front, one in the rear, flanking the primary vehicle where the Alpha, his mate, and their prophetic children rode in tense silence. They were not in Arkansas—this was deeper, wilder, where magic ran thicker than blood and the trees whispered ancient names. This was Greyhowl.The forest arched over them like a cathedral, shadows flickering through the trees like spirits following their return. Satellite-linked radios buzzed occasionally in the security detail, coded chatter confirming a clear path. But Lilly didn’t need radios to know something waited beyond the trees. She felt it stirring in her ribs, felt it tingle along her skin like frost.She sat in the middle SUV, her hand curled over her belly, cradling the life inside. A girl and a boy. Two sources of power that hadn’t yet taken their first breath, yet already pulsed like

The dawn after Logan’s dream broke heavy and slow. The estate had not yet settled from the pulse of magic that had surged through it hours before. The halls hummed, warded and alert. The wolves stationed at the perimeter reported movement in the eastern hills, shadows that moved too fast to track. Something was coming. Something old. Something from beyond the veil.But inside the master suite, the danger faded for a breath of peace.Link sat behind Lilly on their oversized bed, the canopy drawn back to let in the hazy morning light. His hands gently kneaded the base of her spine, easing the tension from the night. She leaned forward on her knees, groaning softly, her skin flushed from the dream, from the prophecy, from the electricity still sparking in her.“They didn’t stop moving all night,” she murmured. “I swear they’re already planning their rebellion.”“They’re ours. What did you expect?” Link chuckled low, brushing kisses up the column of her neck. “Of course they’re stubborn.”

Chapter Fifty-Four: The Hollowed CourtThe air at Greyhowl had shifted.Where before there had been stillness, now tension coiled through every shadow and breath. The young messenger from Umbra had been placed in the enchanted cell beneath the estate, bound with spell-forged manacles that sizzled whenever he whispered the wrong word.But he hadn’t screamed.Not once.Link watched him from behind the enchanted glass, arms crossed, teeth clenched. “He’s not afraid of pain.”“No,” Ember agreed, standing beside him. “Because pain isn’t the threat. He’s seen worse. Been trained for it. They sent him to provoke us.”“We need answers.”Lilly stepped into the room, fire shimmering along her fingertips. “Then let me ask the questions.”Link’s eyes met hers. “You sure?”She gave a nod. “I’m not just the flame, Link. I’m their mother. And I’m done waiting.”The interrogation chamber glowed faint blue as Lilly entered, her fire held just beneath her skin. The boy looked up—no more than seventeen