All Chapters of Marked by Fire & Fang: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Chapter 117: The Ghost of MaddoxThe tension Maddox left behind hung heavy in the air, even after his footsteps had long faded. The estate, once bathed in post-passion tranquility, now felt colder, darker. Lilly could still feel the ghost of Maddox's presence, like a shadow clinging to her skin.She stared at Link, his body still coiled tight, his fists clenched so hard the knuckles blanched white. His eyes glowed faintly, and the sharpness in his jaw warned he was a storm barely contained."Link," she whispered, hesitant. "Who was that? Who is Maddox to you?"Link's shoulders rose and fell with a heavy sigh. He ran a hand through his hair, eyes distant but burning."Maddox is a wound from my past," Link muttered. "A rival Alpha. He led one of the strongest packs in the northern territories. Calculated, ruthless. He was the kind of leader who believed everything was a game of power and possession."Lilly frowned, her wolf stirring restlessly beneath her skin, agitated by the mention o

Chapter 119: Blood, Prophecy, and ClaimThe days that followed blurred together in a fierce storm of training, sweat, and instinct. Each morning, before the sun had fully crested the horizon, Link led Lilly deep into the ancient forest that bordered the estate. The air was cool and damp, rich with the scent of pine and earth, the soil still slick from nightly rains. The clearing they returned to again and again became their battlefield, their sanctuary, and their proving ground.But this wasn't about teaching Lilly how to fight. She had always been a warrior. She was remembering.Every muscle remembered the way to move, to strike, to anticipate. Every spar with Link was a trigger, every collision of their wolves a spark that lit the fuse of her forgotten past.Link’s black wolf was formidable—fast, precise, powerful—but Lilly’s silver-grey form was built for war. She was swift and brutal, her movements sharp and calculated. She fought with the confidence of someone who had once comman

Chapter 121: The Healer's TruthIt was still early morning when Link insisted they drive to the healer's clinic on the edge of the estate grounds. In 2025, even supernatural estates kept up with the times—what was once a hidden cottage in the woods had transformed into a sleek, modern wellness center nestled among towering oaks, though the magic within was just as old.Link didn’t wait. He wanted answers. Lilly, still weak and nauseous, didn’t argue, even as she leaned heavily against him on the ride over.“You don’t have to hover,” she muttered from the passenger seat, her head pressed against the cool window.“I do when you keep looking like you’re about to pass out,” he replied, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on her thigh. His voice was thick with tenderness and frustration.When they pulled up, the doors slid open automatically. Maren, the estate’s resident healer—her salt-and-pepper hair pulled into a high bun, sleek glasses perched on her nose—stood waiting, her smartw

Chapter 121: The Wolf’s RoarLilly awoke to the faint glow of dawn filtering through gauzy curtains, the room heavy with the scent of lavender and the faintest undertone of iron. Her head throbbed—a dull drumbeat of nausea—yet beneath it, a sharper ache pulsed through her belly. She pressed a hand to her abdomen, fingers trembling as she felt the tiny life moving within her, so different from her first two pregnancies. Back then, the symptoms had been mild: soft morning tiredness, an occasional queasy stomach, and a quiet bond with the pup growing inside her. But this time… this time was nothing like the others.The throbbing in her skull grew in time with her pulse, and her lips parted in a silent moan. She tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness forced her back down onto the silken sheets. Light danced at the edges of her vision. Bile rose in her throat, and she scrambled for the bed’s edge, curling over the side, her fingers scraping against the polished wood. She retched into the

Chapter 123: The Day Unfolds The morning sun crept lazily through the estate’s grand windows, painting the wooden floors and Persian rugs in slanted ribbons of gold. The air was saturated with the lingering scent of smoke from the hearth, cedarwood, and the raw, heady musk of sex that still clung to the master suite—a visceral memory of the way Link had claimed her before dawn.Lilly stirred beneath the heavy quilt, a satisfied ache blooming through her limbs. Her body was a map of delicious soreness—a testament to every place Link had bitten, kissed, and filled her. She stretched languidly, savoring the pull of tender muscles, her fingers instinctively reaching across the bed for him. But there was nothing—only cool sheets where his warmth should've been."Link?" she called softly, but only silence answered.Pouting, she sat up, clutching the quilt to her bare chest. The house was unnaturally quiet, the sort of hush that made the air feel dense. Somewhere, a floorboard creaked, the