Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden: Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Ivone's eyes slowly fluttered open, the warm golden light that spilled into the room like honey through the open windows took her a while to adjust to as they danced around, casting a gentle glow on her features. She lay still, her foggy gaze drifting lazily around the slightly familiar space as she struggled to grasp the fragmented memories that lingered in her mind like wisps of smoke. Her thoughts were foggy, like they were shrouded in a blanket of thick mist, her recollection was disjointed and her memories seemed to hover just out of reach.As she stirred, attempting to sit up, a gentle pressure on her hand drew her attention. She turned her head to the side only to see Triston, slumped beside her. He sat on a low stool with his head restig against the mattress. His hands craddled hers, holding them protectively as if guarding a precious treasure. His eyes were closed, his face relaxed, his breathing slow and peaceful and his features softened in sleep. For a moment, Ivone's hear

His wolf's voice echoed in his mind, whispering a single word that sparked a maelstorm of emotions."Mate..."He stood on the veranda overlooking the courtyard with his gaze fixed on the stone railing as his thoughts churned and his mind wandered. Hours had passed since they had returned from the forest and the sun was still rising, casting a warm glow over the lndscape, yet he had been pacing this spot, lost in thoughts.His hands were clasped behind his back, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm as he struggled to make sense of his wolf's claim."Mate?" he whispered to himself, a frown etched across his eyebrows, "Of all the impoddible nonsense that could confuse me..." his words trailed off, leaving the question unanswered and hanging in the air.He was mated to Zina, bound by a committment that could not easily be broken. The idea of being mated to another was an unthinkable fantasy, a mythical notion with no basis in reality, and yet his wolf had sensed something different, somethi

They had called all the physicians they could call in Elyria but Alpha Ardon had turned them all away, saying that he only needed to rest a while to get his health back. Triston had never known his father to have a health issue, he had always been so rigid, like a pillar of strength, so when he had been told that his father had slumped suddenly, it had sent him into a panic. He had abandoned everything he had been doing without hesitation and as he ran all the way up to his fathers' quarters, his mind was filled with the worse case scenarios, his concern for his father's condition driving him to hurry. When he finally arrived the chambers, he was out of breath, his heart racing with worry. He was met with an eerie silence, the only sound was the soft rustling of the curtains in the breeze.Alpha Ardon laid in bed, supported by a stack of pillows that seemed to be holding him upright, providing more than just physical support. Despite his weakened state, he did not look like a man on

"How dare they expect me to be comfortable sending my only daughter to another kingdom over some stupid treat condition!"Lady Ophni's voice echoed through the castle's corridors as she stomped u the stairs, her footsteps heavy with indignation and pounding out a furious rhythm. Alpha Ardon followed closely behind her, his expression was calm but concerned. The letter from Nyxoria had arrived earlier that day, bringing news that none of them had been prepared for. The proposed treaty condition was clear and straight forward: in the interest to forge and solidify the fragile peace between the two kingdoms, they were to exchange one member of the royal family, that way, the peace formed between the two kingdoms would be secured.Lady Ophni's fury was palpable as she reached the top of the stairs, made her way down the hall and to their quarters and pushed the door open. Knowing her husband was behind her, she spun to face him, "My child sent away to a foreign land is a prospect I will n

Lady Ophni felt like the night had been stolen form her as it had fled by and the dawn had arrived with jarring swiftness. Her restless eyes had watched rapid sun's ascent as a harsh reminder of the day's significance, her heart racing with every passing moment. She paced anxiously and fitfully at the foot of the bed, her gaze darting between the window and the room as the morning light crept in.The thought of parting with her daughter today was suffocating and despite Annora's apprent acceptance, Lady Ophni's own emotions remained raw and unyielding, her heart wrestled with the impending separation, her nerves frayed with every passing moment.She recalled the princess' arrival the night before. Corrina Thorold of Nyxoria. The memory still lingered in her mind. The girl's timid demeanor had been striking, her eyes wide with wonder as she stepped down from the chariot that would soon take Annora away to her new life, it had caused Lady Ophni's heart to ache, knowing that her saughter