Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE COLD WOLF'S MATE : Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 179

Elara’s POVThe palace buzzed with motion that morning, tailors scurrying with rolls of silk, artisans carrying trays of molten gold, and messengers darting through corridors with urgent updates. Preparations for the coronation had begun in earnest, and the air smelled faintly of roses, parchment, and something electric.I stood in the center of what would soon become the throne hall, sunlight pouring in through the high-arched windows. The marble floors gleamed, veined with silver streaks that caught the light, and drapes of white and deep midnight blue hung from the walls. It was breathtaking, too grand for someone who’d once slept on cold stone floors and prayed the moon would hide her.Kael stood across the room, half-dressed in a dark ceremonial jacket that clung to his shoulders like armor. His hair was slightly damp from the morning bath, the scent of pine and smoke still clinging to him. Watching him give quiet orders to the decorators, I couldn’t help but smile.He caught

Elara’s POVThe palace had never looked so breathtaking.By the time the moon rose over Astrid, every corridor shimmered with silver light. Chandeliers of crystal and obsidian reflected a thousand stars onto the ballroom floor. The musicians tuned their instruments in soft, melodic hums, and the scent of moon lilies filled the air.Tomorrow, Kael and I will be crowned King and Queen of Astrid. But tonight was different. Tonight was for the wolves we once were, the Alpha and Luna of the Midnight Fang Pack by saying goodbye to the life that had shaped us.“Breathe,” Mira whispered as she fastened the last clasp of my gown. “You look like you’re about to face an execution, not a ball.”I tried to smile, but my reflection in the mirror gave me away. The gown was a soft cascade of silver and midnight blue, threaded with faint glimmers of moonlight. A crown of woven crystal sat against my hair, delicate but steady. “Maybe I am. Just… a different kind.”Mira gave me a look that said she was

Storm’s POV The coronation feast was nothing short of a spectacle.By the time the sun began to sink behind the spires of the palace, the great hall had transformed into a tapestry of light and music.Chandeliers glittered like stars, the air humming with laughter, and the scent of roasted venison and honeyed wine filled every breath.For the first time in years, Astrid wasn’t drowning in tension or fear. It was… alive.I leaned against one of the marble pillars, watching wolves from rival packs share drinks and jokes as though generations of bloodshed had never existed. Elara and Kael sat at the head of the grand table, their crowns gleaming softly under the candlelight. They looked well, untouchable. Together, they radiated something rare, something that felt like hope.Jack elbowed me in the ribs. “You’re scowling again.”“I’m not scowling.”“You are. It’s that thing you do when you’re pretending not to be impressed.”I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of wine. “I’m just keeping an e

Elara’s POV Morning came far too soon.The palace was quiet, softer than it had been in months. The banners from the coronation still fluttered outside the windows, and the scent of roses from last night’s celebration lingered faintly in the air. For once, Astrid didn’t feel like a kingdom teetering on the edge of war, it felt like home.Kael was still half-asleep when I slipped out of bed, his arm draped lazily across the sheets where I’d been lying. The golden light spilling through the curtains traced the faint scars on his back, reminders of the battles that had nearly broken us both. But here, in this moment, they seemed like proof, proof that we’d survived everything meant to destroy us.I smiled to myself and pulled on a silk robe before stepping toward the balcony. The morning air was cool, carrying the faint sounds of the city below. Astrid had woken before we had, market bells ringing, children laughing, the hum of life returning after years of silence.For the first time i