All Chapters of THE COLD WOLF'S MATE : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Kael’s POV The courtyard was a graveyard of shadows and steel. Torches hissed against the damp night, their flames snapping as if they, too, were eager for blood. Marcus’s men poured in, a wall of iron closing around us.“Elara, stay behind me,” I said, voice like gravel. My hand tightened on the sword hilt at my hip.She nodded, trembling, but her chin lifted stubbornly, as if even now she refused to be small. That fire in her eyes, God, I had missed it. It fueled me, even as fear clawed at my gut.Storm and Jack flanked her, weapons ready. Milo was pale, knife shaking in his grip, but he didn’t falter. They would protect her if I couldn’t.And then he stepped out.Marcus.He moved through his soldiers like a king surveying peasants, every inch of him dripping with arrogance. His armor gleamed black in the torchlight, silver etchings curling like serpents across the breastplate. His smile cut sharper than any blade.“Well,” he drawled, voice rich and poisonous. “The wolf comes cra

Elara’s POVMarcus’s throat pulsed beneath my fangs. The hot rush of his blood, just one bite away, was intoxicating. My claws dug deeper into his chest until his breath came out in broken, panicked wheezes. All it would take was one snap and everything he had done to me, to Kael, to everyone, would end here.Storm’s voice cut through the haze. “Do it! End him, Elara!”The soldiers around us had gone still, their jeers silenced, their fear a living thing that pressed into my fur. They weren’t looking at Marcus anymore. They were looking at me.And for a heartbeat, I saw myself the way they did—a massive wolf, blood dripping from her jaws, eyes glowing like molten fire. I was not Elara the omega or the broken girl Marcus had toyed with. I was something else.My wolf howled inside me, demanding I finish it but something tugged at my chest. It was the bond.If I killed Marcus now, I wouldn’t just be ending him. I would be stepping into something I didn’t yet understand. I could become s

Kael’s POV “Elara,” I breathed, my voice cracking like old stone.Her head snapped toward me, eyes wild, chest heaving as though she’d run through fire itself. Blood dripped from her claws, from her fangs, from the silver streaks across her fur.“Kael…” Her voice wasn’t hers. It was her wolf, ragged and trembling, fighting to stay in control.I staggered closer. My legs nearly gave out but Storm’s grip on my arm kept me upright.“You pulled back,” I said, my throat raw. “You stopped.”Her gaze flicked down to Marcus. He was sprawled in the dirt, gasping, laughing still though every breath tore at him.“You should have let me finish it,” she growled, her fangs glinting. “One bite. He deserves nothing less.”“He deserves death,” I admitted. “But not by your hand and not like this.”Her chest heaved again, fury sparking in her eyes. “You don’t understand. He destroyed everything…….”“I do understand!” I cut her off, my voice sharp enough to make Storm stiffen beside me. “Elara, I died f

Elara’s POV Kael glanced at me, pride flickering in his exhausted gaze. That look alone steadied me more than any words.But inside, the battle wasn’t over. It wouldn’t be, not for a long time because Marcus was right about one thing….He wasn’t finished and neither was I.That night, we camped at the border. Then the journey to the main city would be completed tomorrow.When the camp settled into uneasy rest, I sat apart from the others. My hands were clean now, but I still saw the blood in every line of my palms. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless, whispering of power, of teeth, of vengeance.Kael sat beside me without a word. He didn’t try to take the silence away. He just sat, his presence enough to keep the wolf from clawing its way free.Finally, I whispered, “You should hate me.”His head turned sharply. “Why?”“Because I wanted to kill him and I still feel like I should.”Kael’s hand found mine, firm and warm. “You wanted to but you didn’t. That’s the difference.”I s

Elara’s POV The market was alive with sound as Lina tugged my hand.“Come on, Elara, you promised you would come this time!” she chirped, practically skipping down the packed dirt road that led into the heart of the town square.“I said maybe,” I corrected, though my steps followed hers anyway.“Maybe it always means yes with you,” she said with a grin.I shook my head, but my lips betrayed me with a smile.The closer we got, the sharper the sounds became, the vendors calling out, haggling voices, laughter that sounded too thin, like paper stretched to tearing and beneath it all, the silence. The silence of all the eyes on me.The first stall we passed sold woven baskets. The woman behind it had gray hair wrapped in a red scarf. She froze when she saw me. Her hands tightened on the rim of a basket until the reeds creaked. She didn’t greet me nor did she greet Lina. She just stared.“Good morning,” I offered, forcing my voice into politeness.The woman gave a jerky nod and busied h