All Chapters of THE COLD WOLF'S MATE : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Elara’s POV The sun hadn’t even reached its peak when Mira burst into my chambers with that mischievous glint in her eyes that always spelled trouble.“Get up, Luna,” she said, throwing open my curtains. “You’re coming with me.”I groaned, pulling the blanket over my head. “Mira, if this is another ‘training exercise,’ I swear I’ll…..”“It’s not training!” she interrupted, her tone too cheerful to trust. “Now move. You’re not the only one we have to get ready.”That made me sit up. “Get ready for what?”She only smiled, wide and secretive. “You’ll see.”I narrowed my eyes on her, but she was already pulling out a white dress from my wardrobe. It was simple, soft, flowing. My eyebrows shot up. “Mira, what are you planning?”“Nothing dangerous,” she said too quickly. “Well, not physically dangerous. Emotionally? Maybe.”“Mira.”“Just put it on, Elara. You’ll thank me later.”Half an hour later, I found myself being dragged down one of the forest paths, barefoot and confused, my dress b

Elara’s POV The morning air shimmered with quiet anticipation.It was the day of the mating ceremony.Sunlight spilled through the high windows of the manor, catching on silk ribbons that fluttered from the rafters. The scent of wild jasmine which was Kael’s favorit. drifted through the halls, blending with the faint hum of excitement that seemed to pulse through every stone of the midnight fang territory.I stood before the mirror, my heart beating faster than it should. The reflection staring back at me didn’t look like the girl who’d once scrubbed floors and hid her scars from the world. No, this woman was different. Dressed in white and silver, the gown shimmered like mist over moonlight, hugging the shape of someone who had survived, who had earned her place.Mira had insisted I wear my hair down, loose waves falling to my shoulders, small silver pins woven through to catch the light. She’d been buzzing with energy all morning mostly to hide her own nerves, I suspected. When s

Elara’s POV By morning, the celebration had turned into a memory, one that already felt like it belonged to another lifetime.The courtyard was silent now. The lanterns had burned out, leaving only smoke-stained glass and scattered petals. The scent of wine and fire lingered faintly in the air, but the laughter that had once filled the night was gone.Kael had barely slept. I could tell from the sharp set of his jaw and the restless way he paced the throne room, gold eyes shadowed with exhaustion and fury. Every time I looked at him, I could still feel the tension from last night, the moment Magnus’s voice had wrapped around my name like a curse.Now, the pack’s inner circle has gathered. Storm, Jack, Jones, and Milo sat around the long obsidian table, their expressions grim. The throne room was thick with silence, the only sound the distant call of ravens outside the stone arches.Kael finally stopped pacing. “We can’t ignore this,” he said. “If the Lycan King knows something abou

Kael’s POVThe Oracle’s words echoed in my skull long after we left the temple.The flame inside her will choose.The moonlight followed us across the courtyard, pale and sharp, slicing through the silence that none of us dared to break. The others walked ahead—Storm muttering curses under his breath, Milo kicking at loose stones, Jack keeping his distance like always—but all I could see was Elara’s face.The way her eyes had gone distant when the Oracle spoke.The tremor in her voice when she asked, What if I choose wrong?I’d promised her we’d fight it together. But the truth clawed at me, cold and merciless. How do you fight destiny?When we reached the clearing, I finally spoke. “We head back to the fortress tonight. No detours.”Storm gave me a sharp look. “You mean we run away.”“Don’t start,” I warned.He didn’t stop. “You heard her, Kael. The King’s waiting for the next full moon. We can’t just hole up in the fortress and hope he changes his mind.”I turned on him so fast that

Elara’s POV The council room buzzed with tension long before anyone spoke. The torches burned low, casting restless shadows over the long stone table. Storm was pacing, Milo leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, and Jack sat at the far end, spinning a dagger between his fingers.Jones was the last to arrive. He shut the door behind him with a quiet thud, and the sound made everyone look up.“So,” he said, dragging a chair out. “We’re really doing this.”Storm shot him a glare. “What, did you think we’d just sit around and wait for the King to knock on our door?”“I’m saying,” Jones replied, calm as ever, “if we’re going to challenge the Alpha King on the night of the Red Moon, we better have more than bravado.”Kael wasn’t here, he’d gone to speak with the patrols. That left me to face the Circle on my own, which, honestly, didn’t bother me.“He’s right,” I said, taking the seat nearest to the head of the table. “Magnus will come prepared. He won’t risk losing control of me