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CHAPTER 58: Trial Of The Conclave
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The Billionaire’s Marked Mate CHAPTER 59: The Night Before The Moon
The estate had transformed overnight. Luxury had become fortress. Corridors glimmered under the weight of wards, both ancient and digital—runic symbols overlaid with biometric sensors, magic and technology coiled together like a living thing. Every door was locked, every access point monitored. Private jets were grounded; the outer perimeter patrolled by the elite of Lucien’s pack. Zaria moved through the halls, her gown now a deep indigo trimmed with silver threads that seemed to capture the moonlight even before it rose. Her pulse thrummed in rhythm with the wards beneath the marble. Every step, every glance over her shoulder reminded her: the Conclave’s eyes were on her, but Kael’s reach was wider, more insidious. Lucien met her in the library, the space lined with leather-bound tomes and steel-rimmed windows. He had discarded his usual velvet cloak for a sleek, armored jacket—modern luxury fused with practical protection. His golden eyes were dark pools of controlled fire as h
The Billionaire’s Marked Mate CHAPTER 58: Trial Of The Conclave
The glass walls of the Conclave’s tribunal chamber rose like a cathedral to both light and power, panels of reinforced crystal reflecting the city skyline beyond. Sunlight fractured through the lattice, scattering prisms across the marble floor. In the center, a circular dais glimmered with embedded runes—ancient symbols intertwined with holographic displays—and every seat was taken by beings both human and otherworldly: emissaries of vampire covens, elder packs, sorcerer guilds, and noble houses whose wealth rivaled empires. Zaria stepped forward, her heels striking the polished floor like deliberate drumbeats. Her gown was deep sapphire, embroidered with silver threads that caught the light in motion. It was not just clothing; it was armor, crafted to reflect power and control. Every whispering eye tracked her, every judge of the Conclave weighing her presence before she had spoken a word. Lucien walked at her side, his wolf aura trailing like a protective aura. His gaze, fierce
The Billionaire’s Marked Mate CHAPTER 57: Summit & Sabotage
The private jet descended through clouds that were tinged pink with the dying sun. Below, the city glittered like scattered jewels, but nothing about it felt safe. Lucien sat rigid, jaw tight, fingers drumming against the leather armrest. Beside him, Zaria stared at the horizon, her pulse a steady drumbeat against the warning in her veins. They were no longer merely returning from the Wolfe’s estate—they were stepping into the crucible of the supernatural world. “Do you feel it?” Zaria asked quietly. Her eyes tracked the city below as though she could read its hidden threads. Lucien’s amber gaze met hers. “Every shadow. Every whisper. The moment we land, they’ll know we’re here—and that you exist.” Her pulse quickened. Me. Not a pawn. Not a ledger. Not a shadow in someone else’s empire. She. ⸻ The summit took place in a glass-and-steel skyscraper, stark and modern. The building’s mirrored surfaces reflected a skyline of wealth, while inside, every corner was deliberate in
The Billionaire’s Marked Mate CHAPTER 56: Family Returns
The words still echoed in Lucien’s mind. Marrow… not dead. The mercenary had rasped it with blood bubbling on his lips, like a curse dragged out of his ribs. Then silence. Then stillness. Lucien hadn’t slept. He didn’t even close his eyes. ⸻ The Vane Estate was restless by dawn. Helicopter blades cut across the skies, and black cars rolled through the gates in a convoy so long it bent like a serpent along the private drive. Zaria stood beside Lucien on the balcony overlooking the grounds, the bite of autumn wind cutting against her skin. She had seen the way the guards stiffened, the way even Rowan lowered his gaze in acknowledgment. “She’s here,” Lucien said quietly. His jaw was tight, his hands braced on the railing like he was ready to hold the entire world in place. “Your mother,” Zaria murmured. Evelyn Wolfe emerged from the lead car. She wore midnight silk that caught the morning light like oil on water. Her hair, streaked silver and black, was pulled into an
The Billionaire’s Marked Mate CHAPTER 55: Echoes & Alliances
The package still sat on the glass table in Lucien’s private study. The toy wolf cub gleamed dully beneath the chandelier’s glow, its wooden joints worn soft from a child’s grip. The carved initials—T.B.—were unmistakable. Thomas Blackwood’s. Zaria couldn’t look away. Her fingers hovered over the toy, but it felt too fragile, too dangerous, as though it might splinter her world apart if she so much as touched it. A note had been folded inside its belly seam, the tiny parchment slipped with surgical precision into the crack. Four words, written in a hurried scrawl, pulsed in her mind like a curse: Forgive me, my daughter. The room was silent save for the faint tick of Lucien’s antique clock. He stood opposite her, one hand on the desk, the other clenched into a fist at his side. His shoulders radiated tension, a storm carefully caged beneath a tailored suit. “Who delivered this?” Lucien’s voice was low, dangerous. Mara shook her head. “No trace. It appeared at the gates. No
The Billionaire’s Marked Mate CHAPTER 54: Bloodlines & The Marrow Thread
The East Wing had not stopped echoing. Even after the last sigil dimmed and the final ember of the mirror’s flare faded, its cold breath still haunted the estate halls. The nobles left whispering, the council split clean down invisible lines, and Zaria felt the air itself humming like a taut string. That hum followed her into Mara’s chamber, where parchment lay scattered across mirrored desks, runes glowing faintly in blue chalk. Mara crouched over a fragment of the inscription they’d copied, her fingers smudged with ash from protective wards. Silas leaned against the window with the relaxed menace of a wolf half-shifted, while Rowan prowled the perimeter like he expected Kael himself to burst in. It was Mara who broke the silence. “‘The Marrow Thread binds where vows wound blood.’ That’s the closest I can give you.” Her voice was clinical, but her eyes flicked to Zaria. “This isn’t just history. It’s lineage. The prophecy is tied to bloodlines, and—” “And the bond,” Silas fin
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