All Chapters of HER DAUGHTER'S REJECTED MATE : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

THE BROKEN MIRROR  It Was A Restless Night.The shadows of the palace stretched longer than usual, bleeding across the marble floors like something alive.Ceres woke before the bells. Not from noise—but from stillness.Her eyes blinked open to a dim ceiling, the embroidered canopy above her bed blurred by the tears she hadn't cried. Her heart pounded, not from fear but from something else—a knowing.The dream was already fading. Only flashes remained.—A wolf's eyes watching from a cracked mirror. —A throne

FERRA'S THREAT The Tension Tightens"I'm telling you, she's not been the same since the Summit was announced," whispered a tall footman crouched on a bench beneath the shade of a chestnut tree."She hasn't been the same since that new 'guard' arrived," replied a maid, plucking petals from a daisy and tossing them onto the gravel path. "I heard he used to be part of the Ashborn.""That's just gossip," muttered a younger stablehand. "They say he doesn't even speak unless spoken to."The older footman lowered his voice. "But the Seer saw something, didn't he? He said, Her scent was tangled with fire.""I heard she's been sneaking out after dusk. Alone. No guards," the maid added, eyes wide. "And Ferra—Ferra says she's seen things.""Ferra says too much," the stablehand said darkly.A fourth figure, a foreign courtier in deep violet robes, passed close enough to overhear.He smirked.

BLYTHE'S CONFESSION Nightfall in the Queen's ChamberThe fire in Blythe's hearth burned low, casting amber shadows that danced along the curved walls of her chamber. The room smelled faintly of lavender and parchment, but tonight, it felt foreign—like she was trespassing on her skin.She paced slowly, barefoot on the velvet rug, the silence so thick it pulsed. Her gown was still from the gala, though she'd shed her jewelry long ago. The comb in her hair now rested on the desk—its garnet stones catching the low light like red eyes watching her.She paused before a window. The moon hung high, dispassionate and white. Beneath it, the sleeping courtyard glimmered."They watch me like I'm already falling," she murmured. "And maybe I am."She returned to the desk, where a blank parchment waited beside a half-burned candle.Maren had left hours ago. The guards had rotated—no footsteps in the h

CERES BREAKS IN The Waiting Ceres pressed her back to the wall behind the tapestry, breathing shallowly. The soft rattle of guard boots echoed down the marble corridor. "Fifteen to the left," she whispered, peeking around the folds of the cloth. "Fifteen to the right… and pause." She gripped the bronze key in her fist. It felt heavier tonight. "I shouldn't be doing this." She glanced at the Queen's door—ornate, intimidating, carved with wolves in mid-howl and thorns that twined like veins. 

 LAST GOODBYE? The Secret Passage “You shouldn’t be here.” Xavier froze in the archway, his breath fogging in the cold. The candle on the desk flickered as Blythe rose from her chair, her voice low but sharp. “I know,” he said. She didn’t move. “If someone sees you…” “They won’t.” He stepped into the room, the shadows closing behind him like a curtain. “I used the passage behind the old chapel. No one patrols there anymore.”