All Chapters of Marked by Fire & Fang: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Chapter Ninety-Seven: A Promise and HomecomingThe morning sun bathed the estate in a soft warmth, but the real warmth in Link's heart came from the spark of their shared kiss the day before. That fragile connection—fragile, yet real—lingered between them, a whisper of what they had once been.Determined to let it grow, Link sought her out in the east wing where he knew she was dusting the hall of portraits. She stood on a small step stool, carefully wiping the frame of an ancient family painting."Lilly," he called softly, not wanting to startle her.She looked over her shoulder, her lips curving into a tentative smile."I was thinking," he said, stepping closer, "I'd like to take you on a date. A real one. Just us."She blinked, the word unfamiliar on her tongue. "A date? Like... a romantic thing?"Link chuckled, nodding. "Exactly that. A romantic thing. A proper dinner, somewhere nice in the estate, where we can sit, talk... maybe dance."Her cheeks flushed. "I don't really know ho

Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Split WithinThe estate, once filled with the warmth of reunion, now carried an unspoken tension that clung to every corner. Every laugh, every footstep, felt muffled by the weight of Grant's unexpected arrival. The children noticed it too—their conversations softer, their glances more guarded when Lilly entered a room.Lilly herself couldn’t escape the heavy fog of confusion clouding her mind. She found herself standing by the window in the upper gallery, the glass cold beneath her fingertips as she gazed out at the sprawling gardens. She tried to find solace in the familiar lines of the landscape—the stone pathways, the budding blooms—but it did nothing to quiet the storm inside her.She remembered Grant. Vivid flashes of their time together surfaced with aching clarity: nights filled with laughter, his hand warm against her back, his whispered promises that had once felt like lifelines. She remembered how she had felt safe, adored. She remembered the soft c

Chapter One Hundred and One: The Breaking PointLink couldn't sit still.After witnessing Lilly in Grant's arms, he had retreated to his room, pacing like a caged animal. The image of her nestled against another man, even in her confusion, burned into his mind like a brand. His wolf clawed beneath his skin, howling to reclaim her, to remind her who she belonged to. But his heart—the fragile, human part of him—ached with doubt.He couldn't stand the ache anymore. The air in his room was suffocating, his pulse pounding so loud in his ears it drowned every rational thought. He needed to see her. To confront her. To make her remember.The house was silent as he left his room, each footstep measured but heavy. He stalked down the long corridors, past portraits of his ancestors watching with stern, judgmental eyes. He reached her door, his fist hovering. For a moment, he closed his eyes, breathing deeply.But the image of Grant’s hands on her waist returned like a dagger twisting deeper int

Chapter One Hundred and Three: Lines CrossedThe morning had settled comfortably in the estate, golden rays spilling across the kitchen tiles where Lilly stood humming softly to herself. She was still wrapped in the glow of the night before, the sensation of Link's warmth and the sweetness of his words lingering in her heart.Her hands moved rhythmically, cracking eggs into a bowl, whisking them as the scent of brewed coffee filled the air. She wanted to do something simple and grounding—making breakfast felt like a way to find normalcy amidst her swirling emotions. Each stir of the whisk was her attempt at calming the chaos inside.The kitchen door creaked, and when she turned, she found Grant standing there, watching her."Morning," he said, voice low but smooth."Morning," Lilly replied, a smile tugging at her lips despite herself.Grant stepped inside, his eyes roaming over her figure. "You always did hum when you cooked. Some things never change."She chuckled softly, focusing bac

Chapter One Hundred and Four: Echoes of the PastYears before the chaos, before the tangled mess of memory and fate, there was Grant and Lilly—a story that had once been painted in soft pastels, rich with laughter, shared dreams, and the gentle hum of love that grew over time.They had met by accident in a cozy little bookstore tucked between taller, grimmer buildings in the heart of the city. Grant had been attempting to juggle an armful of novels when one slipped free, tumbling directly into Lilly's side."I am so sorry," he had said immediately, dropping to gather the books, his face a shade of crimson.Lilly had laughed, brushing off the imagined injury. "Well, at least it's a good story for later.""Let me buy you coffee to make up for my dangerous reading habits," he offered with a sheepish grin.That coffee had turned into a conversation, which turned into hours of easy companionship. They sat tucked into a corner booth, the scent of roasted beans mingling with the sound of the