All Chapters of Marked By Midnight : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Azrik’s POVI was sitting in my office, half-buried in paperwork and drowning in silence when the door slammed open.Draven strolled in with his usual smugness, clearly hiding something behind his back.He grinned like a mischief-loving child. “Tada! Happy 40th birthday to my Alpha, my brother, and the grumpiest best friend in the realm.”He dropped a small cake on my desk, complete with a single candle already lit.I gave him a flat stare. “Draven, you know I don’t do birthdays or cakes.”“Too bad,” he said, folding his arms. “Say a wish and blow it out before it melts into your papers.”I sighed and leaned forward. “Fine. I wish for Lunessa.” Then I blew out the candle.Draven chuckled. “So predictable. One-track mind much?”“What are the latest gossips?” I asked, hoping to change the subject.He slouched into the chair across from me, pulling out a flask. “Same old, same old. Some think you’re going mad, others think you’ve already gone mad. Rumor has it you growl in your sleep.”“

Lunessa's POVIt had quietly become a habit, Lucien bringing me coffee every morning. Whether I arrived first or he did, there would always be a cup waiting on my desk. I’d asked him once, maybe twice, to stop going through the trouble. He only smiled, shrugged it off, and kept doing it anyway, so I stopped protesting, and started appreciating it.Despite how deeply the people of Duskwind revered nature and simplicity, I was surprised by how often they still visited the hospital.Turns out, my uncle had made a strong effort over the years to encourage medical awareness, urging the community to seek help when needed, no matter how minor the illness.Months passed in a quiet rhythm. The twins were now a year and a half old, growing stronger and more unpredictable by the day.The senior nanny at daycare insisted it was time I enrolled them in proper early education. I’d promised to look into it soon.Then, one evening, Vanya approached me. There was something mixed in her expression, jo

Azrik’s POVIt had been two years since Draven last dragged me to a club, and now, here he was again, standing in my office with that same irritating smirk.“I said I’m not going,” I muttered, not looking up from the reports in front of me.“Why?” he asked, leaning against the doorway. “Afraid that lady will pop up again and ask for another dance?”His words struck a chord I didn’t want to acknowledge.My pen stilled. The image flickered uninvited, the woman with dark hair, the way her eyes met mine. Her image had faded over time, but sometimes, sometimes it came back in dreams, clearer than I wanted.I shook my head and scoffed. “Are you serious right now?”Draven grinned. “Are you thinking about her again?”“Again?” I leaned back. “Please. I barely remember what she looks like.”“If you say so,” he said with a shrug, though his smirk didn’t falter. “Anyway, I didn’t come here to talk about your pathetic love life.”“Then get to the point.”Draven’s expression shifted slightly. He sa

Lunessa's POVWe used the back gate and drove straight to the school after they calmed down. The girl’s father was already waiting in the principal’s office, while her mother remained back at the hospital. My uncle sat with the twins, their legs swinging in nervous silence on the bench.I entered the principal’s office, keeping my tone calm as I greeted her, then gave reports.“Nyra is in stable condition,” I reassured her. “The burns weren’t too deep. She’s conscious and will heal in no time.”The principal didn’t waste time.“What your daughter did is absolutely uncalled for,” she began. “We will address how she managed to do such a thing later, but right now, let’s focus on what this says about her morals.”‘Morals?’ Due snapped through the mindlink. ‘How dare she talk about morals when the other child struck first?’‘Easy, Due,’ I replied back. ‘Let me handle this.’The principal leaned forward, folding her hands like she was delivering a sermon. “What kind of child attacks her c

Lunessa's POV When I arrived at work that morning, another emergency had erupted, chaotic, unexplained, and urgent.No one could quite figure out the source of the patient’s collapse, but I stepped in calmly, scanning vitals, symptoms, reactions, and once again, I saved the day.I was slowly becoming the pack’s most trusted doctor. Sometimes, even before tests confirmed it, I already knew what was wrong. It wasn’t arrogance, it was instinct. A quiet certainty that whispered truths to me before machines or medicine ever could.It was a gift I hadn’t fully understood until now, perhaps it was the Kaerwyn bloodline awakening inside me, or maybe it came from carrying the children of a Lycan King. Whatever its source, I had no intention of wasting it.One evening, under the pull of the full moon, I found myself standing by the mirror, staring at the dull mark on my neck. The mating mark.Once, it pulsed, glowing like fire beneath my skin, but not since Velgrath, not since him. Now, it sat