All Chapters of The Prince Of The Lycans My Mate Dark Secrets: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

A thick fog blanketed the fields near Silver More making the early morning look soft and gray as the city started to wake up. Horses neighed flags fluttered in the wind, and everyone was pumped up—just a calm moment before the fun started.In the palace courtyard Jayden noticed Aelin practicing with a concentration he had never seen from her before. Her sword sang through the air, each strike precise, charged with purpose. Ivy observed from the sidelines, concern shadowing her gaze. This was not her playful daughter anymore—it was something older, something hardened.Cassian approached, quiet as a shadow. “She’s changed.”Ivy followed his gaze across the courtyard. Her voice trembled. “Yes. I worry.”Cassian nodded. “She’s ready… but is she prepared for what comes next?”Ivy’s sigh carried a lifetime of parental fear. “Prepared isn’t the same as safe.”In the council chamber, Seraphine Nyxara and Elias, who were the last members of the Council, looked over maps and reports. Messenge

Aelin sat on the old watchtower by the village. Aelin saw the mountains far away. Dark storm clouds were forming in the sky. They seemed like a group ready for an adventure. Aelin tapped her fingers on the stone. She felt both excited and a bit nervous about the fight ahead.Cassian noticed the speed of their movement. He walked toward her, and his boots clattered on the stones. Cassian gritted his teeth. His eyes looked tired because he hadn’t slept much. He felt worried, but he kept moving forward.“The scouts confirmed it?”“Three separate reports. The ancient ones Maelor warned us about—they’re real. They’re awake. And they’re coming.”Aelin experienced a tight feeling in her stomach. She had always trusted him, but hearing the confirmation from their spies made it more difficult to pretend they still had time. “How long before they reach us?”“Two weeks. Maybe less.”“And Maelor?”Cassian shook his head. “No sign. “Either he is waiting to help us, or he never intended to help us

Rain slackened to a mist as Aelin, Ivy, Cassian, and Seraphine approached the storied Moon Temple. Its walls of pale stone glowed wetly in dawn’s fragile light, ancient carvings traced with silver moss. The air thrummed with latent magic—quiet, remembering, watching.They stepped through a massive arch carved with lupine sigils and lunar glyphs. Ivy’s heart tightened. For her, this temple had been a legend; for Aelin, it was destiny. She led her daughter forward, fingers brushing the sigils, feeling their hum beneath her skin.“Every carving is vows made centuries ago,” Ivy whispered. “My mother guided the first survivors here. These stones know our blood.”Aelin’s gaze flicked to the worn steps. “Will the trial be hard?”Ivy softened. “Yes. But you’ll be ready.”Seraphine donned the ceremonial cloak offered by Nyxara days earlier. Its folds shimmered faintly, light as moonlight. She paused at the threshold, inhaling deeply. “Which ritual comes first—the binding or the vision?”Cassia

They left before the sky turned golden—before the sun could come up over the damaged walls of Silver More, where smoke still hung in the air like the spirit of a fight that hadn’t been finished yet.Five riders. No banners. No trumpets. No names whispered down the hills. Only silence and urgency.Aelin led the way, the weight of responsibility a second cloak over her shoulders. Her eyes stayed forward, shining like silver. Her heart echoed with fire and fear. She remembered Cassian’s words from just hours ago: “If you don’t come back with a miracle, don’t bother coming back at all. ” He had smiled when he said it, breaking through the tough front he usually showed. His smile was not meant to hurt her; it was meant to make her strong. Yet it felt like a piece of ice stuck in her chest.Seraphine rode behind her. The witch used to laugh in taverns under the moonlight, but now she carried old prophecies in her bones. Varyn and Elora followed them. They were both warriors who had sworn to

The wind shifted as Aelin stepped back through the Veil. Her boots touched soil not of Theras but of Silver More’s outer reaches, where the cliffs fell into the sea and the sky stretched wide with impending storm. The veil behind her sparkled and stayed still like a breath held in. The power she felt pulsed under her skin. It wasn’t just magic; it was who she was.Next, Seraphine stepped out. Her robes were burnt and wet with sweat. Elora came after her, her green eyes filled with wonder and fear. The two warriors who had guided them were quiet, their heads lowered in respect. They had all seen the Trial, had watched Aelin face her shadow-self. None of them would speak of it—not now, not ever.Maelor lingered by the Veil's edge. His hand hovered over the air where the portal had closed. “It’ll stay sealed until the next choosing,” he said. “And by then, it may not open again.”Aelin nodded. She swallowed the lump in her throat. "Good," she said. "What comes next must happen here. "Th