Lahat ng Kabanata ng Marked by Fire & Fang: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Parting HowlThe morning after broke crisp and clear, the air tinged with pine, earth, and a distant promise of rain. Greyhowl Estate stirred with slow, deliberate movements—the aftermath of battle and passion still heavy in the air. But for all the quiet, there was an undercurrent of change threading through the morning light.Link stood on the grand balcony, bare-chested, the faint bruises and scratches from the night before still marked across his skin. His eyes swept across the grounds where the allied packs prepared to depart. Warriors rolled up bedrolls, repaired torn gear, and exchanged quiet, respectful farewells. Fires from the victory feast had burned down to smoldering embers.Beside him, Lilly leaned lazily against the stone railing, one of his shirts draped over her shoulders, her hair tangled and wild from his hands. She looked down with half-lidded eyes, watching the morning unfold.“You’re quiet,” she murmured.Link exhaled through his nose.

Chapter Seventy-Nine: The Bond and the NameThe morning air was still sharp when Link and Lilly finally made their way back inside the estate. The remnants of their passion still hummed between them, skin flushed and tender, breaths occasionally catching just from a glance. But it wasn’t just the heat of their bodies that lingered—it was the looming decisions, the next steps.Link paced the length of their shared chamber, a towel draped over his shoulders, bare feet silent on the stone floor. Lilly watched from the edge of their bed, wrapped loosely in a thin robe, her hair still wild from his hands and her gaze curious."You're restless," she said softly. "You weren’t like this before. What’s rattling in that head of yours?"Link paused, glancing at her with a half-smirk before turning serious. "It hit me out there in the yard. Our bond is sealed here. The wolves know it. Our pack knows it. But the world outside these woods? The humans? The city?"He stopped pacing, standing before h

Chapter Eighty-One: The Return of the PredatorThe next morning, the city stirred with rumors. Word moved fast in these streets, faster than the wind, faster than the lies that tried to cover the truth. Link Grey wasn’t just back—he was moving. Like a shadow through the city's veins, his presence bled into boardrooms, back alleys, and penthouses. Men who’d been bold during his absence were suddenly cautious, the bravado leaking from them like sweat in the sun.Link stood before the mirror in his penthouse, fastening the last button of his black dress shirt. He wore no tie, no unnecessary pretense. Just sleek, tailored power stitched into every seam. His reflection stared back—the grey of his eyes darker, sharper, the face of a man who had seen blood and beauty, and claimed them both.But beneath the calm exterior, the pulse of Lilly hummed in his blood. She had branded herself into his marrow. The memory of her arousal the day before, the way she had owned his body from miles away, cl

Chapter Eighty-Three: The Scent of HerLink sat in his office, the skyline spread out beyond the glass wall like a kingdom under his rule. Papers lay scattered across his desk, contracts, and proposals, but his focus was elsewhere. He tried to drown himself in numbers, projections, but the ache in his bones refused to let him forget.Then it hit him.A scent. Familiar. Thick and sweet like wildflowers after a storm, but sharper—drenched in want.His head snapped up.He inhaled deeply, the primal part of him recognizing it instantly. Lilly. She was here.Before his eyes found her, his senses did. The air carried her presence, the heady perfume of her arousal intertwined with the faint scent of her skin. His cock stirred in response, his pupils dilating.The door hadn't even opened, but he knew.And then, like a vision pulled from his own fantasies, she appeared in the doorway. Black dress hugging every curve, hair wild and eyes locked on him like he was her prey."Couldn't wait, huh?"

Chapter Eighty-Five: Stolen NightLilly lay stretched across the silk sheets, her eyes half-lidded as she watched the city lights blink through the penthouse window. She could still feel Link in every ache and pulse of her body. She waited, her phone clutched loosely in her hand, replaying his last text: I love you.The door buzzer echoed faintly through the penthouse.Her heart leapt. She tossed her phone aside, laughing softly. "You couldn't even wait, huh?"She padded barefoot across the cool marble floor, her body still bare, still warm from the thoughts of what was coming next. She didn't even think to check the peephole; it was Link. Of course it was.She opened the door with a playful grin. "Couldn't wait, could you?"But it wasn’t him.A stranger stood there. Tall, dressed in dark clothes, face shadowed by the dim hallway light. His eyes—cold, indifferent—scanned her like inventory.Lilly’s smile faltered. "You’re not Link.""No, I’m not." His voice was smooth, practiced. "But