CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Liora’s POVI watched Elara storm away, her footsteps echoing through the stone corridor like the stubborn thud of a heartbeat that refused to die. She was furious—good. Let her burn with it. Let her sink into that fury and isolation now that she’d finally realized the gilded cage Kael kept her in wasn’t protection—it was possession.I lingered by the door to her old room, fingers brushing the frame. For a brief moment, I remembered the first time she had been dragged in here—meek and shaking, clutching her old dress like it was armor. That version of Elara had known her place. That Elara hadn’t looked me in the eye, hadn’t dared to call me by name.But now? Now she strutted around in silk and silver, her lips curved in defiance and her voice laced with a dangerous sort of confidence.That wouldn’t do.I turned on my heel and made my way toward the far end of the servant wing, where the walls grew narrower and the scent of coal and damp stone clung to everything. Past the laundry room

Last Updated : 2025-07-22

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Elara’s POVThe days passed, and I thought it was time to get answers. I had successfully been able to avoid all the nobles. I did my job and tried to keep my head down, but it wasn't easy.The ever-loving and kind matron, Miss Jesse, was gracious enough to give me some duties to settle back into. For the past few weeks, I did nothing but scrub, clean, and mind my business—but every day was not a holiday.Today, I was posted to the laundry room. Thank the goddess I didn't have to deliver any clothes to the occupants of the house. I washed the clothes and passed them on for others to dry. Just then, I heard the bell go off. It was time for lunch. People began to flock out to eat—those who had no job left, though. I couldn’t go because I had just put two more garments into the soapy bucket of water, and I needed to make sure they were washed before I left.“Hey, aren’t you coming to eat?” Churi, one of the few girls who had been nice to me, saw me coming back to the servants' quarters.

Last Updated : 2025-07-23

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Elara’s POVThe next day came too quickly. My arms still ached from yesterday’s washing, and my head throbbed from the confrontation, but there was no room for weakness in this place—not when people like Willow and Raven were watching and waiting for any opportunity to tear me down again.I got up before dawn, slipping out of the servants’ quarters before anyone could see me. The halls were still cloaked in silence. The only sounds were the soft creak of my worn-out slippers and the occasional crackle of torch flames licking against stone walls. I needed a moment to breathe—away from the accusing stares and hushed whispers.I ended up at the side garden—one of the places not frequently visited at this hour. It was tucked behind the eastern wall, sheltered and quiet, the flowers blooming in spite of the suffocating palace walls. I liked to think of this spot as a pocket of defiance—fragile, but stubbornly alive. It reminded me of myself.I crouched by the lily bushes, letting my finger

Last Updated : 2025-07-25

All Chapters of THE COLD WOLF'S MATE : Chapter 31 - Chapter 33

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE