All Chapters of Game of hearts: The Ruthless Alpha and his warrior bride : Chapter 141 - Chapter 143

Celeste The door shut behind them, and the room fell quiet again, too quiet.Edgar’s fingers brushed my hip as if nothing had happened, as if Celia hadn’t just barged in mid-embrace and Gloria hadn’t been seconds away from snarling.“Are you truly going?” he asked, voice low, thumb tracing a line that made my breath stutter. “The council can wait.”“No, they can’t,” I said, prying his hand off me even though I didn’t really want to. “And neither can Gloria’s attitude.”He shrugged, unbothered. “She dislikes me. I return the sentiment.”“You dislike everyone,” I reminded him, hopping off the bed and searching for my robe.“Not you,” he said too easily.I ignored the flutter in my chest and tied the robe tighter than necessary.“Edgar, this is serious. Gloria looked like she wanted to smash something.”He leaned back on his elbows, watching me move around the room like he was storing every detail. “She’s jealous. She wants your attention.”“Maybe,” I sighed, brushing my hair back. “But

EdgarI didn’t bother hiding my expression as I stepped out into the corridor. Let them see the storm in my eyes. Let them feel the shift in the air and the pressure crawling along the stone walls. The guards straightened instinctively, some bowing, some stepping back like they could sense the crackle building under my skin.Good.Fear worked better than diplomacy.I moved through the hallway with long strides, my cloak sweeping behind me like a shadow with purpose. Every servant I passed stiffened, eyes dropping, breaths hitching. Rumors already traveled faster than I could walk. Of course they did. The council leaked information like a slit throat.At the staircase landing, I paused.Celeste’s scent still lingered faintly. Soft. Warm. The kind of scent meant to calm, but instead it splintered something inside me. She shouldn’t be handling the council alone. She shouldn’t be dealing with their pettiness and power games while still managing an entire kingdom teetering on the edge of p