All Chapters of HER DAUGHTER'S REJECTED MATE : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

SMOKE BETWEEN US  The Cracking Halls The war room beneath the ruined high chamber is now converted into a command center. Cracked pillars hold up sagging stonework. Torches burn low. Xavier stands over a tactical map riddled with flame markers. Ceres enters, her cloak trailing ash. Xavier (gruffly, without looking up): "He moved the Flame Knights again. Northeast border. He wants us to think he's circling, but Arion's going for the heart." Ceres (calmly): "He wants us to be afraid. But not every move is fire and swords. Sometimes power lies in restraint." Xavier (snapping): "Restraint? You think the bastard wh

THE TRIAL OF WOLVESThe Square of Oaths—Midmorning [Crowds pack the stone terraces surrounding the city’s central square. Banners of the Flame Court hang torn in the breeze. A raised platform has been erected, guarded by Flameblood sentries and warded with sigils that shimmer faintly in the air. Three kneeling knights—bound, bloodied, and broken—wait beneath the weight of judgment. Xavier (voice ringing clear as he steps forward): "We are not here for vengeance. We are here for truth. For justice. And for the future of the Flameblood realm." Ceres (quietly, from behind the veil of council members): "This should be a reckoning, not a performance." Ma

THE RUIN IN REDArrival at FlameruinThe valley lay in ruin, blackened by centuries of fire and forgotten gods. Hills rimmed the basin like the jagged teeth of some long-dead creature, and the air hung heavy with soot and old magic. The wind didn’t howl here—it whispered. Distant, haunted.Ceres rode at the front of the company, flanked by Xavier, Maera, and a handful of trusted guards. As they entered the charred remains of what was once a stronghold, the silence pressed down like a weight.“Nothing survives here,” Maera muttered, pulling her cloak tighter. “Not even wind. Just ash… and silence.”Xavier’s eyes scanned the broken skyline of shattered spires and skeletal buildings. “This was once a city of fireborn artisans. A proud place. Now it looks like the gods themselves forgot it.”Ceres dismounted quietly and placed her hand against the blackened stone wall of a crumbled watchtower. “No,” she whispered. “It remembers.” Beneath her fingers, a faint red pulse shimmered across the

THE LETTER FROM LAFAR  The Dust of the VaultThe vault had not been opened in over a decade.As the flame-forged hinges groaned in protest, the thick metal door shuddered, resisting even the command of Xavier's royal sigil. Sparks danced along the threshold, crackling in the dusty air as ancient molten seals peeled back, groaning like the breath of something old and disturbed.The scent of scorched parchment and ash rushed out like lungs exhaling after years of suffocation. Dust swirled in the torchlight, glittering like emberflakes suspended in time.Ceres stood just behind Xavier, arms folded tightly, her expression wary. "You're sure this is it?

BENEATH THE BLACK SUN The Eclipse Begins The courtyard was already restless before the light dimmed. Maera stepped onto the balcony first. "Why does the sky look like that?" "It's not just dusk," Kato said from behind her, squinting up. "The sun's going dark." Ceres appeared beside them, her hand instinctively resting over her stomach. "A solar eclipse?" "No," Maera murmured. "Not on this day. Not over this region. That's no natural event." Below, Xavier pushed through the gathering crowd of sentrie