All Chapters of Marked By Midnight : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Lunessa's POV“Please let me help you bathe,” he said, voice gentle.Azrik looked tired, worn in a way only quiet agony could etch into a man. I knew he had been trying, reaching across my silence, trying to hold me together when I didn’t know how to hold myself.I saw the effort in his eyes, in the cautious way he moved around me, afraid one wrong word or touch would make me shatter.And yet I’d been so angry. Not just at the world, or Liaison, but at him. At everything. I didn’t know why I felt that way, only that I couldn’t stop.He helped me into the bathroom. It was already prepared, lit with candles that glowed like little stars caught in amber. Soft music drifted from the corner, slow, a piano’s gentle weeping.The tub was full, steaming gently. I could smell the herbs floating on the surface, lavender, rosemary, something ancient and earthen. The healing bath.He undressed me carefully, as if I might dissolve at his fingertips. Then he helped me into the water, and the moment

Lunessa’s POVWhen I stirred the next morning, a warm light filtered through the velvet curtains, bathing the room in a golden haze. For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt human again. Whole. The fog in my head had lifted.Stretching with a soft yawn, I leaned back against the pillows just as the door creaked open. Azrik walked in, dressed in one of his black tunics, holding a tray adorned with breakfast.“Good morning, my wife,” he said, his voice rich and warm like melted chocolate.A smile bloomed on my lips. “Good morning.”He placed the tray gently in front of me and, before I could lift a finger, picked up a spoon and began sampling the food.I raised a brow, stifling a laugh. “You also need to taste the dish?”He looked entirely unbothered, chewing with focus. “Everyone who serves the Queen must taste. Though I made it myself... in this chamber,” he added with a hint of pride. “But we can never be too careful.”I paused, my smile faltering just slightly. “Right…

Lunessa’s POVNo, this isn’t right. Something is definitely wrong.Cassara doesn’t just show up with damning scrolls and a change of heart, not after years of betrayal, bloodshed, and silence. There’s always something underneath with her. Always.I sat with my arms folded tightly across my chest, trying to still the cold coil of anxiety winding itself around my ribs. My gut twisted with every second that passed.Azrik wasted no time. He called Lucien immediately, instructing him to send a unit to the mountain ridge behind Ashborne. If Cassara was telling the truth, if that place was their stronghold, we had to move swiftly.He also summoned a council meeting. The Pale Fang was no longer just our burden, it was a threat to every family, every child, every realm that stood for peace. And it was personal now. They wanted my children.I should have been at the hospital. I should have been checking on the twins. But instead, I found myself seated among the sharpest minds in Velgrath, my he

Azrik's POVI left the dungeon with blood still on my knuckles. The air outside was still, like the world was holding its breath for something it couldn’t name.When I returned to our chambers, I found Mira standing by the door, her hands folded nervously.“Is something wrong?” I asked.She bowed quickly. “No, Alpha. Luna couldn’t sleep, so I added herbs to her tea to make her sleep. Please forgive me for acting without your instruction.”I exhaled, relieved. “You did well, Mira. Thank you. You should rest now.”She bowed again and left, her footsteps soft down the hall. I stepped into the room quietly. Lunessa was already asleep, her breathing calm.I freshed up, and laid beside her but didn't sleep. I couldn’t. My body was in the room, but my mind was at war, every second felt like sand slipping through my fingers. I needed to move.By 3 a.m., the silence became unbearable.I slipped out of bed and walked into my closet. There, behind a false panel, was my hidden vault. A magnetic c

Lunessa's POVI blinked, unsure if my eyes were playing tricks on me.“Liora?” My voice cracked. “You’re alive? I knew it, you snake!”“Relax.” She smirked. “I thought you’d say you missed me.”“So all of this… it was you?” I asked, my voice tight with disbelief.“Not entirely,” she said with a shrug, “but I’ll gladly take the credit.”There they were, two Lioras and Cassara, each draped in red ceremonial robes, lounging in high-backed chairs like queens of chaos. To my left, a sea of cloaked cultists in red hoods sat silently, all facing the ancient altar. The air buzzed with dark energy.I turned again to face the elder Liora, her expression composed as she sat.“But what are you doing here?” I asked, my voice dropping as I looked into the eyes of the woman I once thought was just a lowly maid.Cassara rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue. “Are you actually this slow?”“What are you talking about?” I demanded.“She’s your uncle’s mistress,” the younger Liora chimed in. “And she’s