All Chapters of Marked By Midnight : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lunessa’s POVHe turned around, and in that split second, Azrik and I shut our eyes.A violent surge of light exploded from Seraphira’s body. Even with my lids clenched shut, the force of it rippled through the air like a living flame.When we dared to open our eyes again, we were met with an astonishing sight, Shaelith had summoned vines, but not ordinary ones, invisible ones made of darkness, moving like shadows that had been given breath. I didn’t even know she could do that.Thorne was already bound, the vines coiled around his arms, his torso, anchoring him to the floor. The struggle in his muscles was futile against their grip.Then from behind a false panel in the wall, Vanya emerged with Lucien at her side. They looked winded but alert. They rushed to us, untying Azrik and me.So this had been the plan. They’d hidden inside the house, masked their scent with ashes, waited in silence, recording every word we could get out of Thorne, waiting for the moment to strike. It worked.

Lunessa’s POVI was proud immensely proud of what Azrik did today. Appointing Lucien as Alpha wasn’t just a political move, it was a lifeline. The man was capable, thoughtful, and just enough of a rebel to ignite real change. The kind that doesn’t destroy traditions, but breathes new life into them.I knew he wouldn’t try to erase their ways, but he’d make things better, starting with technology, access to banking, and building real infrastructure that could provide jobs for their children. A future. Something they were long denied.Lucien called for a few men, and they quietly wrapped Thorne’s body. There were no chants, no candles, no ceremonial farewells. Just a silent burial in the woods, the same way they’d have buried a traitor, or an outsider.We stayed with Vanya the rest of the day. Even when I insisted I was fine, she refused to leave. I liked that about her. Gentle, but unshakable.“I’m just glad it’s over now,” I whispered, almost afraid to believe it.She exhaled deeply,

Lunessa’s POVI scoffed, shaking my head with a soft smile. “Azrik, do you really think I’d walk away now? After everything we’ve seen, and what still lies ahead?”His brows furrowed with uncertainty. “So… no? You’re okay staying with an assassin?” he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.I reached for his hand. “I want all of you. The shadows, the scars, the truths that haunt you, I’ll take them all. It doesn’t matter what you did or who you were. We’re in this together now.” I inhaled. “I love you, Azrik.”His breath caught. “This… this is the first time you’ve said those words.”“And I mean every syllable,” I said, my voice unwavering.He leaned in and kissed me, as if the words had unlocked something in him. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close like I might disappear. “I love you more, Lunessa,” he whispered against my ear, voice thick with emotion. “More than you can ever imagine.”We held each other in that still moment, letting the silence say what words couldn’t. Tha

Lunessa’s POVThe children were in awe.Guards stood in crisp formation as our car pulled up to the courtyard beside the fountain, bowing deeply in perfect synchrony. They opened the door for us to step out.“Wow… this is Daddy’s house?” Shaelith whispered, wide-eyed.Ever since the journey began, I’d noticed the way she looked at Azrik had changed, more admiration, more curiosity. She was slowly seeing him through a different lens.“It’s so big!” Seraphira added.“Wait until morning,” I smiled softly. “You’ll see it better in daylight.”Though the palace grounds were lit brilliantly by streetlamps and spotlights, nothing compared to the grandeur the sun would reveal.We went straight to Azrik’s chambers. Shaelith practically skipped beside me, her eyes lighting up as she stepped into the deep black interior. Without wasting much time, we freshened up. Despite the late hour, Draven personally brought us food. Apparently, he’d informed the chef well ahead of our arrival.Draven gave

Lunessa's POVWe didn’t do much that day. After the staff finished cleaning, we returned to my chambers, and Seraphira was absolutely smitten. The pink and purple tones, soft pastels splashed across silk curtains and plush cushions lit her up with joy. She twirled until she got dizzy and collapsed in giggles on the velvet rug. It made my heart swell.Azrik, in true dramatic fashion, had already ordered his chambers to be expanded. It was excessive. And it was very him.That evening, Mira gathered all the palace staff to formally introduce them to Shaelith and Seraphira. The girls, naturally, stole the show. I noticed Azrik has replaced most of the staff, some of them were brought by Cassara. By dinner, the girls were barely able to keep their eyes open, worn out from racing down endless halls and charming every guard and maid in sight.When they finally drifted off to sleep, Azrik and I settled into the sitting room. I looked at him. Really looked at him. How had I gone so long wit