All Chapters of Marked by Fire & Fang: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LilyThe next day felt... off.The air was thicker. Wolves were tense. Even Celeste seemed sharp, her eyes darting to shadows that hadn’t moved. But it wasn’t until I found a note slipped under my bedroom door that the unease turned electric.Come to the clearing at dusk. Alone. I need to show you the truth. —RMy breath caught.Ryker.I should’ve told Link. Should’ve burned the note.But part of me needed to know.Not just what Ryker was plotting—but why he thought I might listen.LinkI couldn’t find her.Her scent was faint. Off. Like she’d masked it.The bond tugged at me, but her emotions were muddled—guarded. She was doing it on purpose. My wolf raged.Cassian caught me pacing. “She’s not just a mate, is she?” he said. “She’s a choice.”“She’s mine,” I growled.He didn’t flinch. “Then go prove it.”LilyThe clearing was empty when I got there.Then he stepped out of the trees, looking like sin in shadows. Ryker. Shirt half open, blood still on his neck from the fight with Link.

LilyFor a second, the world stopped.I stared at the girl with my eyes. Same shape. Same stormy slate color. Same intensity. But colder. Sharper. She looked like a mirror cracked at the edges.“Who are you?” I whispered.She tilted her head, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. “Funny. I expected a hug.”Link stepped forward in a blur, putting himself between us. His body was tense, coiled for attack.“You have five seconds to explain why you’re trespassing,” he growled.“I’m not trespassing,” she said smoothly. “I was invited.”I stepped beside him. “By who?”She held up a pendant, carved with the mark from my mother’s old journal—the Crescent Flame.“I’m Ember,” she said. “Elaine Greywood’s firstborn. Your sister.”I reeled.“No. My mother never mentioned—”“She couldn’t,” Ember cut in. “Because they erased me. Hid me. To protect you.”The world tilted.Link put a hand on my back, steadying me.“Why now?” I asked. “Why come back?”Ember’s smile twisted. “Because Ryker isn’t

LilyThe circle formed tight around us, the ground carved with sacred runes. Elders stood watch, their expressions unreadable. The pack was silent—some curious, some fearful. All waiting for blood.Mine.Or Ember’s.The moon overhead was so bright it made the blades in our hands gleam like fire. The ceremonial dagger felt alive in my palm—almost as if it recognized the weight of what I was.Ember moved with the grace of a warrior born, but her eyes were full of ambition, not purpose. There was no honor in her challenge—only hunger.“You’ve lived your whole life thinking you were nothing,” she said, circling. “Cleaning floors. Taking orders. Pretending you didn’t feel the fire inside you.”I mirrored her steps. “That fire saved your life the night they came for our mother. You were the one who was hidden away. I was the one left to burn.”Her eyes narrowed.“I’ve bled for every ounce of strength I carry,” I continued. “You want the prophecy? Come take it.”She struck first.Steel clash

LilyThe air was thick with sweat and the lingering scent of sex. My body ached in all the right places. Bruises bloomed like marks of worship along my thighs, my hips, my breasts. My skin still tingled with the memory of his hands, his mouth, his voice growling filth into my ear as he pushed me to the edge again and again.But it wasn’t over.The knock at the door hadn’t come to drag me back to duty. It had come to remind me of what we hadn’t finished.Link sat up in the sheets, golden skin marred by red lines I’d carved into him. His chest rose and fell, muscles twitching with the strain of restraint. That same look burned in his eyes—the look of a predator who hadn’t had his fill.“You didn’t sleep,” I whispered.He shook his head. “I couldn’t. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw you bouncing on my cock, moaning like you were losing your mind.”I flushed, legs instinctively clenching together. “Maybe I did.”He growled low in his throat, grabbing my ankle and dragging me back into t

The battlefield was quiet now. The last of the scouts returned with blood on their boots and relief in their eyes.The message had been sent.I was not just the heir of the Originals—I was the prophecy made flesh.But it was the silence in the Alpha’s quarters that nearly broke me.Link paced like a storm waiting to crack open. His fists were clenched. Jaw locked. His eyes had gone gold the moment I stepped into the room. Not just from desire—though that simmered there like wildfire—but from something deeper.Restraint.He crossed the room in a blink, grabbing me by the waist, lifting me like I was weightless. His mouth crashed into mine, bruising and desperate. It was the kind of kiss that made your knees weak and your heart stutter. The kind that promised you'd never be untouched again.“I can’t stop thinking about marking you,” he growled against my throat. “Every inch of you screams mine.”I shuddered. “Then why haven’t you?”He pulled back just enough to lock eyes with me. His vo