Semua Bab Fearless Human Mate: Bab 161 - Bab 165

“Archie didn’t disappear, Your Majesty,” Xenia continued. “He was attacked by an assassin…” she paused for dramatic effect. “...hired by Commander Edmund Duche.”The grand hall erupted in chaos. Micah and the rest looked at Xenia with shocked expressions. No one would openly accuse someone in the royal family of something like this. So openly. Yet, Xenia was calm, watching King Regald’s expression.“She’s right,” Cristobal said flatly, stepping forward. “Aside from the assassination attempt, we were attacked on the seas by one of Duche’s warships. Even Archie couldn’t stop them with the secret signal.”Duche’s expression darkened. “This is treason–”“You’re one to talk about treason,” Micah snarled, his voice thick with restrained fury. “You’ve twisted the court with fea

Micah opened the door to the room that smelled of lavender and potatoes, but nothing could mask the overwhelming scent that made his chest ache: warm vanilla and winter blossoms. Xenia. His mate.The atmosphere had completely changed, softened. The girls had rearranged the space with blankets and cushions, forming a nest of makeshift beds. Most of them were already dozing or curled up in conversation. And in the center, Xenia lay atop the stripped mattress, one arm protectively draped across her belly. Even in sleep, tension clung to her. Her brow creased, her breathing shallow. She twitched now and again, caught in some restless dream.Delilah, seated nearby with a damp cloth in hand, looked up as he knelt beside the bed. “Don’t worry,” she said gently, reading the concern in his eyes. “The doctor came. Said she’s just… spe

Everyone waited, breath held, as if Archie's next inhale might mend the rift threatening to split the room in two. But he didn’t stir. His chest remained still. His skin, though no longer blotched with poison, was still far too pale.Xenia knelt beside him, hands limp on her thighs. Even she looked unsure now.Duche’s nostrils flared. “This is an act of war!”Laurie stepped protectively in front of Archie, her magic trailed across her palms like fading embers. “We’re saving him from the likes of you,” she spat.“And look at him now. Is this what peace looks like?” He pointed at the werewolves gathered on the far side of the table. “They trespass in our halls, they bleed their cursed magic into our bloodlines, and now–now they play gods with our kin.”