Lahat ng Kabanata ng Marked by Fire & Fang: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

LilyI dreamt of fire again.Not the gentle flicker of the hearth or the wild cleansing blaze of battle—but a cold fire. Pale. Whispering. It crawled through my veins like a ghost remembering how to be flesh.And in the center of it stood my mother.Alive. Whole. Smiling.I woke screaming, soaked in sweat, clutching Logan to my chest as Link jolted upright beside me, eyes silvered with fear and fury.“She was here,” I rasped. “I saw her. I felt her.”Link wrapped me in his arms without a word, holding me while I trembled. But even as his heat calmed my shivering, I could feel the residual chill of her touch.Something had broken loose.LinkThe scent of Lily’s terror still clung to the sheets when I found Ember outside the war room.“Ghosts?” she asked, too calm.“Not just a ghost,” I growled. “Her mother.”Ember stilled.“That’s not possible.”“Neither is your sister birthing a prophecy-child under an eclipse, but here we are.”She grimaced. “The cult must’ve pulled her through the v

LinkThe door slammed behind us.Lily stood at the edge of the room, firelight flickering off her skin, wild and blood-marked, breathing like she’d just run through hell and dared it to chase her.“Take it off,” she said.I didn’t ask what.I stripped.My shirt hit the floor, followed by everything else, until I stood bare and ready, cock already thick and pulsing, aching for the only woman who could ruin me with a look.She walked toward me, slow and deadly.“You almost died tonight.”“So did you.”Her hand gripped my jaw, forcing my eyes up. “You let them touch the grove.”“And you burned them for it.”She shoved me hard. I stumbled backward onto the bed, heart pounding.“Good,” she snarled. “Now shut the fuck up and remind me what this body lives for.”She straddled me in one move, heat and slickness already coating my cock.“Lily—fuck—”She sank down with a cry, burying me to the hilt.“That’s right,” she gasped. “Fill me. Fuck me like I’m the last fucking thing you’ll ever touch.

Three years later.The world had changed.Grey Howl had become more than a stronghold. It was now the pulse of the new world—where wolf, flame, and fate collided. The manor had expanded, reinforced with silver-veined stone and protective runes etched in blood. The lands surrounding it thrived, not from peace, but from fear. No pack dared challenge us anymore.Three years of uneasy silence.Three years of raising a child no prophecy could predict.Logan was no longer a babe in arms. He was three now—sharp, eerily calm, and terrifying in ways no child should be. He rarely cried. Rarely laughed. But when he did, the flames responded. Fire curled like pets at his feet. Ash whispered when he dreamed. And once, he called lightning by name.The crown had never left him. It rested on a blackened pedestal in his room, pulsing with soft light whenever he entered. He never wore it. He didn't need to. The land already knew he was king.We'd hoped for more children. We'd tried. Many nights, Link c

LinkThe storm didn’t wait for dawn.Thunder rolled in low and hard, the sky outside Grey Howl flashing violent and fast like the gods themselves were waking up pissed. I stood on the west balcony, watching the rain churn the courtyard into silver rivers, letting the wind bite into my bare chest.Lily was still asleep, tangled in our sheets, her skin glowing from what we did last night. What we always did when the world got too heavy—burn it off with touch, with teeth, with everything we had to give each other.And fuck, she gave me everything.I wasn’t stupid enough to believe last night was just sex. It never was. Not with her.It was war. Worship. Surrender. It was the only way we could breathe under the weight of fate.And now she carried something new. I could smell it on her skin. It clung to her like moonlight.Not quite a child. Not yet. But the fire was already catching.I closed my eyes, the rain spattering across my face, and let the truth settle.We were changing again.A

LillyThe moment we stepped out of the arena, the night air wrapped around us, cool and sharp. But it did nothing to calm the inferno under my skin. My hands still trembled—not from weakness, but from power barely leashed.My fire hadn’t faded. If anything, it was stronger. Wilder. Hungrier.Link guided me through the side corridor with his hand on my lower back, but he didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His silence was thunderous—his pride loud enough to crack the fucking walls.The moment the security doors shut behind us and the corridor emptied, he spun me to face him.“You scared the hell out of them,” he growled.“Good.”“You scared me.”I raised a brow. “You?”His hands gripped my hips, eyes molten. “Yeah. Because I saw what you were holding back. And fuck, Lilly—what happens if you stop holding it?”My lips parted. “Then you better be standing behind me, not in front.”He crushed his mouth to mine.I gasped as he pushed me against the corridor wall, his kiss bruising, devouring.