All Chapters of The Dark Lord's Mate.: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The dungeon was cold, echoing with the anguished cries of those who had defied King Draven. A torch flickered on the stone wall, casting sharp shadows over Delilah’s bruised face. She was shackled to a post, her knees scraped and bleeding. Aurora stood nearby, her hands trembling as she clung to Draven’s arm. Kael and Elizabeth were locked in the adjoining cells, silent for once, their eyes avoiding Aurora’s gaze.Draven stood tall, his piercing crimson eyes narrowed on Delilah. "Tell me why Aurora has no wolf," he demanded, his voice cold, commanding, and echoing with authority.Delilah winced, her lips dry and cracked. A beat of silence passed before she finally spoke. "It was an order from the late Alpha Rowan," she croaked, shame dripping from every word. "He... he wanted to dull her wolf, to sever her bond with the beast within. So... so she wouldn't fight back. So she wouldn't claim what was rightfully hers."Aurora flinched. Her heart twisted as the weight of betrayal pressed a

The castle loomed in uneasy silence as dawn's first light crept across the sky. The air inside the stone corridors was still, heavy with tension. Carlos, still wearing his bloodstained armor, paced the length of the war room. His mind reeled from the ambush, from Kael’s venomous words… and from the gnawing sense of danger he couldn’t shake.Aurora.Draven’s mate hadn’t been seen since the king left. And now, with the chaos outside and betrayal within, Carlos could no longer assume she was safe. He had sent messengers to every wing of the castle, ordered every guard to sweep the halls—but no sign of her.He returned to her chamber personally, pushing open the heavy door, calling her name. Silence greeted him.The bed was neatly made. Her crimson cloak was gone. But something caught his attention.A strange scent.Carlos's sharp vampire senses caught it immediately—something not quite vampire, not quite werewolf. He inhaled deeper. It was faint, but recent.His eyes scanned the room. Th

Asmada Ezra’s screech cut through the throne room like a blade. She lunged at Aurora, claws flashing in the violet torchlight. Aurora ducked, her instincts sharpened by battle, and countered with a quick, slicing blow across Asmada Ezra’s ribs. The dark-haired vampiress hissed, crimson eyes burning with fury."You’ll regret ever stepping into this world," Asmada Ezra snarled.Aurora didn't waste her breath on an answer. Her body moved on its own, vampire speed surging through her veins, colliding with Asmada Ezra again and again in a blur of flashing steel and snarling fangs. They tore across the throne room, knocking over columns and scattering the dying embers of shattered torches.Lilith fought her own battle at the other side of the hall, keeping the hybrid creatures at bay, but she could only spare a glance. She trusted Aurora to survive—and to win.Aurora ducked under another claw swipe and slammed her shoulder into Asmada Ezra’s midsection. The impact sent them crashing through

Deep within the Withered Mountains, past the charred trees and forgotten trails where even the wind dared not linger, lay the hidden sanctuary of Elder Eric—the last untouched corner of the old world. Here, ancient power still thrived, pulsing beneath the stone like a living heartbeat. The mountains whispered secrets no man should know, and shadows moved even when no light touched them.Carlos crouched low at the base of a moss-cloaked boulder, eyes fixed on the narrow crevice ahead. The entrance to the hideout was cleverly hidden—a jagged slit in the rock, barely wide enough for a man to pass. The scent trail lingered in the air like a ghost: old blood, bitter herbs, and an undercurrent of twisted magic. It reeked of Elder Eric’s presence.He signaled to the elite trackers behind him—silent shadows in black cloaks, hand-picked by King Draven for this mission. With blades drawn and senses sharpened, they followed him into the tight crevice.The passage twisted and narrowed as it led d

The crimson banners of the seven vampire kingdoms fluttered in unison, heralding a day unlike any in their long, immortal history. At the heart of the capital, within the High Spire of Eclipsia—a spired palace of black marble and ruby glass—the coronation of Aurora was set to unfold.The courtyard of the palace had been transformed into a field of splendor. Velvet drapes spilled like blood down obsidian columns, golden torches lined the arches, and musicians played ancient hymns from silver flutes, their melodies echoing into the mountain winds. Nobles, royals, and warriors from all seven vampire kingdoms had gathered. Never before had so many fanged dignitaries stood together in peace.Aurora stood at the base of the obsidian steps, cloaked in a royal gown the color of moonlight over water, inlaid with threads of starlight and crystal. Her dark curls had been braided and crowned with a circlet of silver vines and bloodstones—Draven’s personal gift. She looked not like a girl who once