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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
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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 ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-THREE
Elara’s POVThe palace gates hadn’t been that loud in years.By sunrise, the sound of hooves and wheels echoed across the marble courtyard. Carriages painted in the colors of every pack in Astrid rolled through the gates, each one grander and more intimidating than the last. Banners snapped in the wind, warriors lined the entrance in full ceremonial armor, and everywhere I looked, there was motion.I stood by the balcony, watching it all unfold. “They’re really coming,” I murmured.Kael, standing beside me, adjusted the cuffs of his jacket. “Of course they are. No one misses a coronation, especially when it’s ours.”He said it casually, but I could hear the tension under his tone. We both knew the truth: not all who came were here to celebrate. Some came to measure our strength, to see if the rumors of unity were real or just another fragile illusion.“Do you think they’ll try anything?” I asked, glancing at the growing line of carriages.His lips curved slightly. “If they do, they’ll
THE COLD WOLF'S MATE CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-TWO
Elara’s POVThe palace buzzed with motion that morning, tailors scurrying with rolls of silk, artisans carrying trays of molten gold, and messengers darting through corridors with urgent updates. Preparations for the coronation had begun in earnest, and the air smelled faintly of roses, parchment, and something electric.I stood in the center of what would soon become the throne hall, sunlight pouring in through the high-arched windows. The marble floors gleamed, veined with silver streaks that caught the light, and drapes of white and deep midnight blue hung from the walls. It was breathtaking, too grand for someone who’d once slept on cold stone floors and prayed the moon would hide her.Kael stood across the room, half-dressed in a dark ceremonial jacket that clung to his shoulders like armor. His hair was slightly damp from the morning bath, the scent of pine and smoke still clinging to him. Watching him give quiet orders to the decorators, I couldn’t help but smile.He caught
