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Chapter 58

Penulis: Christina Wilder
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-12 19:58:01

The fortress walls had always been carved from stone so thick they swallowed sound. Elaria had learned, in her weeks trapped here, that silence was not peace—it was simply the fortress’ nature. No matter how heated an argument or how loud a sparring match, the noise always seemed to sink into the stones, leaving only an echo.

But tonight the stones did not hold it.

Whispers vibrated through the castle. They gathered in hallway corners, slithered down hallways, and floated through stairwells. Elaria could sense the hum of disquiet everywhere she looked—wolves huddled together, talking softly, and frequently turning to stare at the Alpha's wing.

Toward Draven.

She had been reluctant to part from him. When she applied the final healing rune to his ribs, his skin was slick with perspiration, and his pulse was too shaky for her to touch. Her body, her eyes torn with spots, her hands shaking from fatigue, needed her as much as he did. Before she lost too much of herself and fell by his
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    The decree still echoed in her skull, hammering with every heartbeat.The Rite of Purity is decreed.Elaria had heard countless judgments in that chamber—laws twisted, punishments weighed, edicts pronounced in voices that dripped with authority. But this… this had been different. This had not been politics, nor governance, nor law. This had been a death sentence dressed as ritual.The corridors of Kaelith Keep swallowed her and Draven whole as they left the council chamber behind. The long stone halls, lined with ancient banners and iron sconces, seemed to hum with silence. No servants whispered in corners, no guards muttered between shifts. Eyes followed them—wolves, attendants, allies, spies—but no one dared speak. Everyone knew tomorrow would decide everything.Draven walked at her side, tall, unyielding, every line of his body hard as carved obsidian. His silence was not absence—it was a shield, the weight of an Alpha carrying his fury like a sword sheathed just beneath the skin.

  • Bound to the Enemy’s Bed   Chapter 79

    The storm did not wait.It broke the moment the High Speaker raised his hand to call for order, and Rhovan’s voice cut through the chamber like steel through silk.“I move,” he said, rising fully now, the weight of his presence demanding the entire circle’s gaze, “that Lord Draven Kaelith be placed under immediate suspension of his Alpha rights until this council concludes a full inquiry into the shadow that haunts his bond.”The words were lightning.They cracked through the chamber, scorching away the whispers, igniting gasps and growls. The storm the council had been holding in their chests now roared loose, voices rising, banners trembling in the sudden surge of air as wolves half-shifted in their seats.Suspension. Not accusation. Not removal. But a strike as bold as a knife at Draven’s throat.Draven stood tall in the circle, shoulders squared, his wolf prowling behind his eyes. Yet Elaria felt the tension in his body—the instinct to leap, to fight, to tear the challenge to piec

  • Bound to the Enemy’s Bed   Chapter 78

    The chamber of the High Council was never quiet. It pulsed with the weight of authority, with eyes observing and judging, of millennia of law enshrined in stone, even when no voices spoke.That hum wasn't just background this morning; it was a storm brewing beneath the marble floor, slithering through the air like static and whispering across the arched ceiling. Every wolf in attendance felt it. Some relished it. Some feared it. None could ignore it.The council chamber was a circle, polished obsidian tables ringing the floor where the dais stood, each seat occupied by alphas or their chosen envoys. The banners of their packs hung behind them—colors and crests that represented entire bloodlines, legacies of pride, and in more recent years, grudges.At the center stood the raised circle where Draven and Elaria would be summoned, the eye of the storm.The doors opened with a weighty groan.Elaria felt the air shift before her eyes even adjusted to the blaze of braziers. The councilors l

  • Bound to the Enemy’s Bed   Chapter 77

    The keep felt different in the hours before dawn.It was not silence that wrapped its stone walls, but a kind of held breath, as though the very foundations of Kaelith knew the council would soon wake to blood and knives hidden in words.Elaria watched the fire burn low from the edge of the bed. Every word of her well prepared speech was already engraved into her memory as her fingers played with the parchment she had penned the previous evening. She didn’t need the words in ink anymore. They were in her bones.She was unable to let it go, though.Draven moved and the sheets rustled behind her. His presence filled the room like heat emanating from a fireplace, and she felt his stare before turning. He climbed out of bed, his chest exposed and scarred, every part of him etched by fights long before she had been thrown into this one.“You haven’t slept,” he said, voice low with sleep and steel.Elaria shook her head. “I can’t. If I close my eyes, I see the chamber already. I see Rhov

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    The chambers were still lit when Elaria rose.Beside her, Draven slept, his wide chest rising and falling in a steady beat, as if his body had been aching for a break after too many days of stress. In the firelight, a tiny shine appeared on the scar across his ribcage. His hand still groped for her where she had been, even in sleep.She stayed for a while, seeing the wolf that had turned into her fulcrum. Curling into the warmth and losing herself in the delusion that the world outside these walls no longer pressed in was the allure of slipping back under the furs.But illusion would not save them.The council would reconvene in two nights. Rhovan would come armed with more than words. The weapon he had been implying, the blade he had not yet drawn, was somewhere in his arsenal. Getting him out in the open initially was necessary if she hoped to have any control over what happened.So she pulled her cloak around her shoulders, quiet as a shadow, and left Draven’s side.The corrido

  • Bound to the Enemy’s Bed   Chapter 75

    Even after Elaria and Draven left, the council chamber continued to reverberate with voices raised.Only sputtering flames and the pale wash of dawn filtering in through small stone windows illuminated the thankfully dark passageways outside. Their footsteps were heavy, and their stillness was one of weight rather than ease. As wolves and attendants hurried by, some made brief bows, while others gave cautious nods or glares of distrust.Elaria walked with her red robes whispering around her ankles, her chin held high. Inside, the strain of keeping herself together made her chest hurt. Even though there had been no blades used in the battle that day, she was more bruised than any fighter.Her ears were still plagued by Rhovan's seductive, poisonous voice: When silence reigns, corruption spreads. Fear is proof enough.As if feeling the idea, Draven's hand clenched around hers. He remained silent until they arrived at the seclusion of their rooms, the heavy door shutting with a las

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