All Chapters of The Prince Of The Lycans My Mate Dark Secrets: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The world inside the Temple flickered like a failing lantern—light and shadow folding in on themselves, reality thinning with every breathe. Aelin’s knees hit the cold stone floor, her chest heaving as the child vanished into the Mirrorborn queen’s embrace. The mirror no longer shimmered with cracks. It pulsed, whole and alive, like a second heart."You see now," the Mirrorborn queen whispered, her fingers stroking the child’s hair. “She chose me.”Aelin forced herself to stand. Her blade trembled in her grasp—not from fear, but fury.“She’s a piece of memory,” she spat. “A shadow caught in your lie. And I will not let you twist what’s left of her.”The queen tilted her head. “I don’t need to twist anything. I’m simply completing the story your world never let finish.”The mirror behind her began to rotate slowly—counter-clockwise, like a great eye turning its gaze inward. Runes spiraled around its frame, illuminating in order, matching the phases of the moon. When they completed the

The claw split the sanctum in two.It struck like a spear driven from the heavens, cleaving stone, glass, and earth as if they were nothing. The shockwave hurled Aelin across the chamber, slamming her against the wall hard enough to tear breath from her lungs. Dust and shards rained down, choking the air. The Mirrorborn queen was flung in the opposite direction, her silver-lit body flickering like a broken lantern.In the chaos, Maelor stood untouched. His arms spread as though in welcome, the glow from his fractured skin pulsing in rhythm with the claw. The thing forcing its way through the mirror was neither beast nor god but something beyond comprehension. The claw shimmered with translucent flesh, its talons the size of spires. Each tap against the floor carved canyons into the sanctum stone.Outside, the armies stilled. Wolves, mages, and Mirrorborn alike stared upward as the sky itself cracked. The mirror in the sanctum wasn’t only widening here—it was tearing open in the heaven

The light that followed the claw’s strike was unbearable. It seared through the sanctum, swallowing dust and fire, choking the air with the heat of a dying star. Aelin threw herself forward, shielding her face with her arm. Her scream vanished into the roar.When the light dimmed, her vision swam, and her breath caught in her throat.Cassian stood where the claw had struck—but barely. His body trembled, his knees buckling as he braced against the ground. His chest heaved with ragged breaths. The golden glow of his wolf flickered erratically, flaring and guttering as though something inside him was being torn apart.Blood poured from a wound that was more than flesh. The claw hadn’t pierced his heart, but something deeper. Aelin felt it instantly—the bond between them, that sacred thread tying wolf to mate. It writhed inside her like a living thing, strained, broken in places, pulsing with agony.Her heart lurched. “Cassian!”She staggered toward him, every part of her screaming to re

The light split the sanctum like a sunburst, burning so bright that Aelin thought her eyes would sear from their sockets. The force of it flung her and Cassian against the broken wall. Stone cracked under her shoulder as she gasped for breath, shielding him instinctively with her body.The god’s form—once monstrous but contained—crumbled apart piece by piece. The claw shattered into dust, the stag-skull mask cracked in two, the gilded robe dissolved like ash in fire. From within that dissolving shell came something far older.A sound emerged first. A howl, yet not of any wolf or beast she had ever known. It was the wail of creation itself, sharp enough to slice through marrow. The Veil trembled, reality bending in jagged ripples.Then came the shadow.It poured forth like smoke given flesh, taller than the walls, broader than the chamber, its limbs stretching too far, bending at impossible angles. Eyes—if they could be called that—ignited one by one across its surface, dozens, then hu

The circle was screaming.Not with sound, but with the wrench of power tearing through the sanctum. Aelin felt as though every thread in her body was being pulled taut and set alight. Her fire flared against her will, spilling into the runes. Cassian’s golden aura bled through the cracks of his skin, his jaw clenched so hard that blood dripped down his lip.Their bond pulsed between them, a golden-threaded flame woven deep into her chest. And now Maelor’s voice—no, the legion’s—wrapped around it, tightening like a strangler’s grip.“Your love is not strength. It is a leash. A gift freely bound, and gifts can be stolen.”Aelin staggered, her knees buckling, the sword slipping from her grasp. She caught herself on the circle’s edge, fire sparking in protest. No. No, he cannot take this.Cassian stumbled toward her, even as his aura flickered. He seized her wrist, grounding her. “Stay with me, Aelin. Whatever it takes—don’t let go.”The circle flared, runes trembling like glass about to