All Chapters of Marked By Midnight : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lunessa’s POVWithin a week, so much had changed.The Pale Fang within Velgrath had been flushed out, hunted down one by one. Draven was working closely with the remaining council members, gathering leads, chasing whispers, unearthing secrets.Azrik didn’t hesitate. He sent out a message to every pack within and beyond our regions, uproot the Pale Fang or be counted among them. There was no middle ground. Any Alpha who stayed quiet was making a declaration, they were enemies of the crown.The efficiency of it all, the ruthless precision was terrifying, and necessary. I was relieved, proud, even a little comforted. Azrik gave no room for second chances. Those caught were executed swiftly, no trials, no loopholes or mercy.For the first time in weeks, there was a thin sliver of balance returning to our lives. A little calm after the chaos.Azrik and I agreed, we would take the weekend off. Just us, the girls, and Draven, no meetings, no politics, no hospital There was a cinema hall in

Lunessa’s POVWhen Draven got the news, he was absolutely head over heels. Of course he would be, another baby for him and Azrik to spoil senseless.I kept going to work as usual. And as for the Pale Fang, we continued to receive reports from allied packs. Many of them had begun uncovering the faction’s scattered hideouts. It was like watching a storm finally clear, revealing all that had once hidden in the fog.As the full moon approached, Azrik became consumed with preparations. His excitement was contagious.That evening, the banquet hall glowed with warmth. Pack members gathered, laughter echoed off the walls.Shaelith and Seraphira stole everyone’s attention. They had this effortless charm, the kind that made people lean in, smile more, and forget their worries, especially Seraphira.Then came the moment Azrik had been eagerly waiting for.He stepped up, tapped the mic gently, and said, “Can I have your attention, please?”The room settled into a hush.“Tonight,” he began, “I wan

Lunessa’s POV“What did you find?” I asked quickly, my pulse rising.Azrik stirred beside me, immediately alert. “What is it?” he asked, noticing the tension in my voice.I climbed back onto the bed, placing the call on loudspeaker between us.“Please repeat yourself,” I said to Lucien, trying to steady my breath.“We’re renovating the building, turning it into an orphanage,” Lucien began. “While clearing out Thorne’s old room, we found a box hidden inside the wardrobe. Inside it was a photograph of him holding a baby. Behind the picture, he wrote: ‘my son.’”My chest tightened. Azrik’s brows drew together in shock.“What else?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper.“There were more old photographs, nothing special, old family pictures, but…” Lucien continued. “One of them shows Thorne, Liora, and the same child.”My spine straightened instantly. “Liora? The same Liora that works in this house?”“Yes,” Lucien confirmed. “Maybe she was the nanny or… maybe something else. I’m not sure.

Azrik's POVLunessa's scream tore through the silence like a blade. I jolted upright, heart racing, instincts flaring. My hand shot out for hers, and froze.Blood was everywhere soaking the sheets, coating her thighs.My lungs locked. “Lunessa…”“I don't want to lose my baby!” she sobbed, her voice raw, body trembling.I was already moving. “We're going to the hospital. Now.”She clutched her belly, eyes wild with fear. “My baby... Azrik... please...”I scooped her into my arms, and she screamed again, this time from pain so sharp it made her convulse.Then, just as I reached the stairs her body went limp.“Lunessa!” I roared. No pulse on her wrist. No breath against my neck.Panic surged like a tidal wave. There was no time for keys, no time for shoes. I vanished and reappeared instantly at the hospital gates, barrelling through the emergency entrance, drenched in blood.“Code OB Red! We have a pregnant patient unresponsive, severe hemorrhage!” a nurse shouted.Doctors and nurses swa

Lunessa’s POVDraven arrived later in the evening, his presence quieter than usual.He brought a bag with fresh clothes for Azrik, a tray of food, and a folded blanket under his arm. His eyes lingered on me, searching for a crack in my armor. There was none.Azrik took the clothes silently and disappeared into the bathroom. He was still in the same worn pajamas from the night before, creased and stained, exhausted. It hit me then. He hadn’t moved. Not once since I was wheeled into this room. He hadn’t eaten or changed. He’d stayed by my side, drowning in guilt and silence.Draven gently set the food down on the small hospital table in front of me, hot porridge, a bowl of fresh fruit, water.“Please try and eat something,” he said, his voice low, like talking to something broken and fragile.But I didn’t respond. Just stared at the steam curling from the bowl.“Luna…” he began again, carefully choosing his words. “I understand how you feel…”“You don’t,” I cut him off, my voice low.H