All Chapters of He Called Me Weak, Now I Hold His Fate: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Caelen’s pov “There are already here,” a maid walked up to him and informed me. I nodded at her and told her to invite them into my chambers. I leaned back in the chair, fingers drumming against the carved armrest, watching the two figures shift uneasily in the flickering torchlight. Their faces were half-hidden by their hoods, they walked towards me and stopped in front of me as their faces came into light. These men were ones who had long since sold their honor for coins.One cleared his throat, rough and low.“Word travels fast, Lord Caelen. You want Luna's name dragged through the mud, whispered in every corner of the kingdom? That will cost you.”The other chimed in, smirking.“Doctors, healers, charms it makes her look frantic, weak. Easy prey for rumors. We can spin it however you like. Make her out to be a witch, a traitor, a desperate woman clinging to power she never earned. But it won’t come cheap.”I let the silence hang, savoring the weight of their greed. Then I leane

Helen’s POVI stood frozen beside the bed, my hand half-raised, trembling and I couldn't even move like my hands didn’t belong to me. My fingers hovered in the air above Varic, aching to touch the man I once called mine. A single look at Varic's white face, and something inside me unwound a numb ache, a yearning that threaded its way through all the veins. Rides into the brain burst forward, his laughter, the warmth of his arms when we were young, the vows we inscribed with heart when we said to ourselves when he went into the quiet of the forest. My heart writhed in torment, and tears welled up at the edges of my eyes.I couldn't breathe.I fought, caught between loyalty and want, yesterday and this unbearable today. Guilt scratched at me, humiliation heavy in my chest, and yet need beat there too insistently, demanding. For one mad throb, I fantasized about climbing into the bed, curling into the hard warmth of his chest, having his voice hum my name in that soft, comforting drawl

Nadia's povThe council chamber emptied in tense silence, the scrape of chairs echoing long after the elders had gone. Whispers trailed through the corridors like wildfire, but none dared linger too close to me. My face was carved from fury, my jaw tight enough to snap.By the time I stormed into my chambers, my wolf was already pacing within me, restless and enraged.“She touched him,” my wolf snarled, its voice sharp inside my head. “She dared to put her scent near our mate while he lay defenseless. I should rip her throat out myself.”My hands curled into fists. I forced myself to breathe, to control the storm boiling inside me. “Not yet. She’ll get what’s coming.”I snatched up the small crystal communicator from my desk, pressing it to my lips. “Elara,” I ordered, my tone cold as ice, “I want everything on Caeleen. Every whisper, every deal, every hidden secret. I don’t care how deep you have to dig.”On the other end, Elara’s sharp voice replied without hesitation. “Understood,

Caeleen pov I paced the length of the room, each step striking the marble floor like a hammer. My thoughts were fire, hot and restless, circling the same point: Helen. Where was she? Why wasn’t she here when I needed her most?My PA sat stiff at the edge of the desk, papers in his lap, while the guard lingered near the door, his hands clasped behind his back like some carved statue. But they were useless, both of them.I stopped suddenly and spun toward them.“Where is she?” I barked, the words laced with venom. “Where the hell is Helen?”The guard’s jaw tightened, but it was my PA who spoke first, his voice carefully measured.“We’ve tried reaching her, sir. Repeatedly. No answer. No messenger has returned.”My patience snapped. I slammed my fist against the edge of the desk, rattling the glass of water that sat there.“You’ve tried?” I snarled. “You tried? Do you have any idea how important she is? Do you understand what this costs me if she doesn’t show?”The guard shifted uneasil

Caeleen pov The room fell into an awkward silence, the kind that stretched and the only thing you could hear was the breathing of everyone in the room. I turned from the window, narrowing my eyes at the guard who lingered by the door nervously as he slightly bowed his head.“Tell me,” I drawled, my voice sharp, deliberate, “how do you plan to get a witch past Nadia’s hounds at the gates? Her guards sniff out lies as easily as blood.”The man faltered, his mouth opening but no words coming forth. He shifted on his feet, caught between fear and duty. Before he could disgrace himself further with stammering, my father, silent until now, stepped forward. His eyes locked on mine, steady, unwavering, as his voice cut clean through the still air.“She doesn’t need to enter as a witch,” he said, calm and precise. “We’ll disguise her as a healer. Nadia would not question the presence of a healer summoned to tend to your… condition. It will be the perfect veil. No one would suspect.”I let his