Semua Bab HER DAUGHTER'S REJECTED MATE : Bab 31 - Bab 40

  COUNCIL OF SMOKE Blythe swept into the council chamber, her cloak trailing like midnight behind her. The room buzzed — nobles murmuring in tight clusters, guards lining the marble walls, and the smell of ink, wax, and old ambition curling in the air. “Your Grace,” Elder Moses rose smoothly as she approached the high-backed chair at the head of the table. “We feared you would not join us.” Blythe met his sharp gaze. “I would never miss a gathering this… spirited.” Elder Rowan smirked under his silver beard. “Your presence honors us, Luna. Though some wond

WHISPERS AND TRAPSHelena's POVHelena's slippers barely touched the stone floor as she fled down the east wing corridor, heart slamming against her ribs.What did I see?Her fingers trembled around the tray as she burst into the servants' wing, darting into a storage room. The tray clattered to the floor, the silver goblet rolling under a shelf.She pressed her back against the cold wall, dragging in shaky breaths."Helena?"The whisper came from the doorway.Maris, another omega, peeked inside, eyes wide. "Are you—gods,

THE DREAM OF THE BURNING THRONEBlythe's POVThe knock came again.Harder this time.My fingers tightened on the edge of the door as I whispered, "Aria…?"Her voice coiled in my mind. "Be ready."I cracked the door open—just a hair.Captain Thorne stood there, his face carved from stone, cloak damp from the night."My Lady," he said quietly. "A word."I stepped into the hall, pulling my robe tighter. "At this hour?"Thorne's eyes flicked up and down the corridor. "Tracks, my lady. Near the Queen's retreat. Fresh. Not ours."My stomach coiled."Did you tell Elder Moses?" I asked.A flicker of hesitation. "Not yet."I exhaled. "Thank you."As I turned to retreat into my chambers, Thorne's voice stopped me."My Lady…"I looked back.His gaze softened just a fraction. "Be careful."I closed the door slowly, the latch cl

THE POISONED CUP Blythe's POV The moon hung heavy outside my window, painting long silver shadows across the cold stone floor. My fingers tremble slightly as I touch the glass, the memory of Elder Moses in the courtyard still burning behind my eyes. Aria's voice drifted through my mind like a cold wind. "He holds the cloth you thought you recovered." 

THE PRICE OF REBELLION Blythe’s POV The candle’s flame danced wildly as I pressed the quill to parchment, heart pounding like war drums. If they come for me, run. Please don’t die in my fire. The words blurred, the ink bleeding slightly as my hand trembled. “Aria,” I whispered inside, “am I a fool for loving him?” “No,” came the murmur. “But you will be a fool if you sacrifice him to prove it.” I folded the letter, sealed it with wax, and stamped it with the wolf sigil.