All Chapters of Marked By Pain, Crowned By Power: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Zoriven’s POVThe stack of Pack alliance papers on my desk sat completely forgotten. For the past three hours, my pen hadn't touched a single page. Instead, my mind was entirely consumed by a whirlwind of guest lists, security details, and ceremonial traditions. I was secretly speeding up the preparations for our wedding, pushing the elders to move the date up as fast as possible. I've kept it from Seravyn so far, hadn't told a single thing about it yet just to keep her pumped up. And truly, ever since the doctor confirmed she was carrying my child, a strange, deep feeling I couldn't explain had taken over my soul. All I knew was that I needed her officially sealed as my Luna as fast as possible.Finding out that Seravyn was pregnant had completely rewritten my entire world, I will be a father. A deep sense of pride spread through my chest every single time I pictured our future child. My love for her had grown into something massive, a heavy and beautiful weight that made my wo

Zoriven’s POVThe large table in the office room rattled as I slammed both palms onto the surface, the map of the valley blurring before my eyes, replaced by a burning, red-hot haze of rage. My wolf was tearing at my insides, howling for blood, completely on the edge. I didn't want to look at logistics, didn't want to calculate distances. The only thing keeping my heart beating right now was the mental image of my claws ripping Caelrix’s throat completely out of his neck."Alpha, please, just look at the border layouts for one second," Kaelon pleaded, his voice raspy from hours of trying to get through to me. He pushed a piece of parchment towards my hands. "If we rush the main gates without establishing a full support, we are leaving the western flank totally exposed.”He paused and began flapping through papers, not aware he lost me at gates.“We need a logical, stepped approach. We don't even have a solid scout report confirming Seravyn is inside their walls just yet,” he added.

Zoriven's POV "Caelrix!" I bellowed, the sword shaking as I could barely keep my body still. "Step out and face me, you coward! Bring Seravyn to these gates right now, or I will paint these stone walls with the blood of every man, woman, and child in your Pack!"The path just above the gate remained quiet for a long, agonizing moment. Then, two figures stepped into the small path just outside their gates.It wasn't Caelrix, just his Beta, Exovyn, standing alongside their battle veteran, Commander Vane.A wave of intense, blinding rage hit my chest, making my vision double. "Where is he?!" I snarled, taking three massive steps forward. "Where is Caelrix?!"Commander Vane stepped up to the stone ledge, resting his hands on the stones. He looked down at my army of men without a single flicker of fear in his eyes. "Alpha Zoriven," Vane’s deep voice boomed across the clearing. "Stand your men down. You are bringing a war to our doorstep based on wild assumptions. There is no victory for

Caelrix’s POVThe trail led me to an old, abandoned stone cabin buried deep in the muddy, dirty areas near the trail leading towards another Pack. The wooden roof had half-collapsed, covered in thick moss, and the air around it smelled foul and rotten in a way that burned through my lungs.I stopped at the edge of the trees, scanning the rotting wooden door as far as my eyes could see.Why would Seravyn’s scent lead to a place like this? Who could have brought her here?I stepped cautiously through the mud, pulling my dagger from my belt. I pushed the door open, the edges giving that creaking sound before I stepped inside, my boots sinking slightly into the damp dirt floor. The room was dark, lit only by a tiny, flickering light in the far corner.Suddenly, her scent crashed into my nose, fresh and stronger than it had been all night.But it was slightly different now, mixed with the toxic tang of blood.I turned sharply, my eyes adjusting to the darkness to follow the trail before

Caelrix’s POVThe sun was sinking fast behind the mountains far down the west, bleeding deep shades across the darkening sky towards the river.I was standing in my private room, wrapping long strips of tight linen around my knuckles and wrists. I was just about able to keep my hands steady, but inside my chest, my heart pounded like a war drum. I checked the steel dagger strapped to my belt, then pulled my leather boots tight, taking one long, slow breath in and out.Vane is dead, my Pack is in ruins and more than half my men are wounded, recovering in the remains of their burned homes. This fight isn't just about survival any longer, it's about paying a debt.I walked out of the high hall without looking back, stepping through the broken gates of Black Stone and heading straight towards the border.Ten minutes later, the roaring sound of rushing water filled the air. I stepped out of the dense treeline and stopped on the muddy bank of the river. The water ran fast over dark, sha