All Chapters of Marked by Fire & Fang: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Chapter Eighty-Seven: The Fading FlameLink's heart hammered as he carried Lilly into the car, barking at his driver to get them to the estate. Every second, her pulse grew fainter. Every second, the bond between them weakened—like a fraying thread barely holding."Stay with me," he whispered, brushing her hair back, his hands stained red. "You can't leave me."But she didn't answer. Her body was too still, breaths too shallow.Inside, he felt the bond flicker. A connection that had always been vibrant, glowing between their souls, now faded like dying embers."No. No, no, no. You hold on, Lilly."The drive was endless, the city's lights a blur. Link couldn't stop his hands from trembling. His wolf clawed just beneath his skin, howling in grief and rage.When they reached the estate, he stormed inside, screaming for help. He didn't care who saw, who heard—only that she lived."We need a healer! Now!"The pack scrambled. He laid her on the bed, her face pale, blood matted in her hair.

Chapter Eighty-Nine: A Stranger’s HouseMorning light crept through the heavy curtains, softening the sharp edges of the unfamiliar room. Lilly stirred, her eyes fluttering open. For a fleeting second, she thought she might wake in her own bed, wrapped in the scent of safety and familiarity. But the cold sheets, the oversized space, reminded her she was still in the stranger’s house—the house of a man named Link.The room was beautiful, yet impersonal to her eyes. Everything felt foreign.She turned her head slowly and saw Marcy curled up in a chair beside the bed, her limbs tangled uncomfortably, but her chest rising and falling in the deep rhythm of sleep. It comforted Lilly more than she wanted to admit. Marcy was her only anchor here.Lilly sat up, moving carefully so as not to wake her. She padded silently to the tall windows, drawing the curtain just a sliver to peek out. The estate grounds stretched far and wide—lush gardens, winding stone paths, high protective walls. Somewher

Chapter Ninety-One: A Stranger's ProposalLink stood on the terrace overlooking the estate gardens, the afternoon sun dipping low, casting everything in a honeyed glow. He had spent the better part of the day pacing, thinking, strategizing. The emptiness where their bond used to pulse was a constant ache. But if he couldn’t reach her wolf, perhaps he could reach her heart in simpler ways.He couldn’t keep her locked in her room, surrounded by reminders of things she couldn’t remember. She needed to see more, to feel more—to live here again, even if she didn’t know why yet.With resolve settling in his bones, Link went inside and asked the staff to prepare a dinner setting in the grand dining hall. It was time to try a different approach.Marcy was with Lilly in the sitting room when Link knocked gently."Can I come in?" he asked, voice low but clear.Lilly glanced at Marcy, who gave her a soft nod."You can come in," Lilly said.Link stepped inside, his gaze flicking between them. "I

Chapter Ninety-Three: A Fire UnclaimedLink barely made it down the corridor before the burn in his veins became unbearable.The imprint of Lilly’s body still lingered in his arms—the warmth of her waist beneath his hands, the tremble in her limbs when she collided with him, the startled catch of her breath against his ear. Each sensation echoed through his body with maddening clarity.He stumbled into his private quarters, his breath ragged, his muscles aching with tension he could no longer ignore. He stood at the door, his hand still on the knob, his eyes squeezed shut, trying and failing to steady his pulse.His wolf snarled beneath his skin. She was ours. She still is. You felt her, even if she doesn't remember. She felt you.The memory was seared into him. The softness of her, the way her body had fit perfectly in his grasp. It wasn’t just a recollection—it was an ache, an ache that deepened with every passing moment.Link stripped off his shirt, his body desperate for some kind

Chapter Ninety-Five: Stirring EmbersLilly awoke with a sudden gasp, her chest heaving as if she’d just surfaced from deep water. The sheets tangled around her legs did nothing to soothe the heat that still burned beneath her skin. She pressed her palm to her chest, feeling the frantic thrum of her heart.The dream—or whatever it was—refused to fade, clinging to her mind like mist over the fields at dawn. She couldn’t see his face, but the sensation of his presence, his hands, his voice, lingered, heavy and undeniable.Beside her, Marcy stirred with a groggy murmur. She rubbed her eyes and sat up straighter when she caught sight of Lilly's flushed face and trembling hands."Lilly? Hey, you okay?"Lilly shook her head, trying to catch her breath. "I had a dream."Marcy's brows furrowed. "What kind of dream?"Lilly's cheeks heated even more. "It felt real. Too real. There was a man... I don’t know his face, but my body... it knew him."Marcy's concern deepened. She pushed her messy hair