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CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOUR

作者: Noir Aurelle
last update 公開日: 2025-10-12 02:40:10

Elara’s POV

The storm broke open like the sky itself had decided to join the battle.

Rain fell in thick, cold sheets, turning the ridge into a mire of mud and blood. Every heartbeat echoed louder than thunder.

Then, through the haze of silver and shadow…..they emerged.

They were not humans or soldiers.

They were Lycans.

Dozens of them, their towering forms half-shifted, eyes glowing like molten embers through the downpour.

Their armor was blackened steel, shaped to fit their monstrous bodies,
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  • THE COLD WOLF'S MATE    CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-NINE

    Kael’s POV The gardens were quieter than usual that morning, bathed in a soft gold that made even the marble fountains look alive. Dew clung to the petals of the roses, glimmering like tiny jewels in the sunlight. Elara walked beside me, her robe trailing lightly against the grass, her hair catching the light in a way that made my chest tighten.It had been days since the coronation, yet peace still felt new—fragile, like a secret we weren’t supposed to touch too loudly. But this morning, I didn’t want to think about councils, borders, or treaties. I just wanted to think about her.“Did you know,” I said, brushing my fingers against hers as we walked, “that this garden used to belong to my mother?”Elara glanced at me, curious. “No, you never told me that.”“She planted the roses herself,” I said, smiling faintly. “She used to say a kingdom that grows roses can’t be lost forever. Even when it’s covered in thorns.”Her lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “Sounds like something yo

  • THE COLD WOLF'S MATE    CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-EIGHT

    Elara’s POV Morning came far too soon.The palace was quiet, softer than it had been in months. The banners from the coronation still fluttered outside the windows, and the scent of roses from last night’s celebration lingered faintly in the air. For once, Astrid didn’t feel like a kingdom teetering on the edge of war, it felt like home.Kael was still half-asleep when I slipped out of bed, his arm draped lazily across the sheets where I’d been lying. The golden light spilling through the curtains traced the faint scars on his back, reminders of the battles that had nearly broken us both. But here, in this moment, they seemed like proof, proof that we’d survived everything meant to destroy us.I smiled to myself and pulled on a silk robe before stepping toward the balcony. The morning air was cool, carrying the faint sounds of the city below. Astrid had woken before we had, market bells ringing, children laughing, the hum of life returning after years of silence.For the first time i

  • THE COLD WOLF'S MATE    CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SEVEN

    Elara’s POV The feast had carried on longer than I expected.Laughter spilled through the grand hall like the sound of breaking waves, rising and falling with every toast, every melody that drifted from the orchestra. Kael’s hand never left mine, even as nobles and Alphas came to bow, offer blessings, or make their carefully veiled promises of loyalty.But after hours of smiling, thanking, and pretending to enjoy the endless attention, I caught his eye, that silent, wordless look we had perfected through countless battles and sleepless nights.Enough.“Let’s slip away,” he murmured against my ear, his voice low enough that only I could hear.I tried to hide my smile, dipping my head slightly as another noble approached. “The King abandoning his own coronation feast? How scandalous.”Kael’s lips curved, the faintest smirk. “Let them talk. I’d rather have you to myself for a while.”That was all the convincing I needed.We moved quietly, unnoticed amid the music and laughter, slipping

  • THE COLD WOLF'S MATE    CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-SIX

    Storm’s POV The coronation feast was nothing short of a spectacle.By the time the sun began to sink behind the spires of the palace, the great hall had transformed into a tapestry of light and music.Chandeliers glittered like stars, the air humming with laughter, and the scent of roasted venison and honeyed wine filled every breath.For the first time in years, Astrid wasn’t drowning in tension or fear. It was… alive.I leaned against one of the marble pillars, watching wolves from rival packs share drinks and jokes as though generations of bloodshed had never existed. Elara and Kael sat at the head of the grand table, their crowns gleaming softly under the candlelight. They looked well, untouchable. Together, they radiated something rare, something that felt like hope.Jack elbowed me in the ribs. “You’re scowling again.”“I’m not scowling.”“You are. It’s that thing you do when you’re pretending not to be impressed.”I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of wine. “I’m just keeping an e

  • THE COLD WOLF'S MATE    CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-FIVE

    Kael’s POV Dawn broke like the first breath of a new world.The palace bells rang low and solemn across Astrid, echoing off the marble spires and through the valley beyond. Every sound, every flutter of a banner, every footstep in the corridor carried weight. It was coronation day.For the first time in years, I felt the pulse of something close to fear. Not the kind that came before battle or bloodshed. The kind that came when you realized how much you stood to lose.I stood before the mirror in my chambers, the morning light spilling across the obsidian tiles. The black and gold uniform of Astrid’s first King fit like armor, each clasp bearing the crest of the united packs which is a silver moon encircled by flame. A symbol of balance of everything Elara and I had fought for.A knock came at the door.“Come in,” I said.Jack stepped inside, his usual grin replaced by something steadier, proud. “You clean up well, your Majesty.”I raised an eyebrow. “Bit early for that title, don’t

  • THE COLD WOLF'S MATE    CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-FOUR

    Elara’s POVThe palace had never looked so breathtaking.By the time the moon rose over Astrid, every corridor shimmered with silver light. Chandeliers of crystal and obsidian reflected a thousand stars onto the ballroom floor. The musicians tuned their instruments in soft, melodic hums, and the scent of moon lilies filled the air.Tomorrow, Kael and I will be crowned King and Queen of Astrid. But tonight was different. Tonight was for the wolves we once were, the Alpha and Luna of the Midnight Fang Pack by saying goodbye to the life that had shaped us.“Breathe,” Mira whispered as she fastened the last clasp of my gown. “You look like you’re about to face an execution, not a ball.”I tried to smile, but my reflection in the mirror gave me away. The gown was a soft cascade of silver and midnight blue, threaded with faint glimmers of moonlight. A crown of woven crystal sat against my hair, delicate but steady. “Maybe I am. Just… a different kind.”Mira gave me a look that said she was

  • THE COLD WOLF'S MATE    CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

    Elara’s POVFor a moment, he just stood there, his gaze fixed on me like I was some mystery he couldn’t quite solve. There was no warmth, but there was no coldness either—just that unnerving stillness, like he was calculating something only he understood.I searched his face for any sign of what he

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-22

  • THE COLD WOLF'S MATE    CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

    Kael’s POV“Did you have to be that cold to her?” Storm asked as I walked out of the infirmary.I let out a sigh. It wasn’t something I wanted, but I needed to cut my connections for a while. I needed to keep her safe until I figured out all this.“I know what I’m doing, Storm,” I replied, and he s

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-22

  • THE COLD WOLF'S MATE    CHAPTER FORTY-SIX

    Kael’s POVRage is a quiet thing, when it’s cold enough. It doesn’t roar, it seethes.As I walked away from Elara’s room, I felt it coil around my spine like a serpent, tight, calculated and dangerous.Liora.Her name had been on my list for a while, too smug, too perfect but now, Elara’s words con

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-21

  • THE COLD WOLF'S MATE    CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

    Liora’s POVDarkness had a sound.It whispered, It breathed.It pressed in like a second skin, tightening with every passing hour. The cell I was thrown into was built for wolves who’d lost control with iron-lined walls, wolfsbane laced chains, no windows. The only thing I could hear was the drippi

    last update最終更新日 : 2026-03-21
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