All Chapters of THE COLD WOLF'S MATE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Elara’s POVThe air thickened, heavy with dread as those golden eyes glared at us from the shadows. My lungs froze mid-breath, the sound of my heartbeat so loud I thought the entire forest could hear it.Storm stepped instinctively in front of me, his body a shield. His shoulders tensed, his entire frame shifting from calm doctor to something far more dangerous.“Who’s there?” His voice was sharp, commanding, carrying the authority I had never heard him use outside the infirmary.The figure moved, slow and deliberate, and the eyes came closer. My pulse raced. I grabbed the bark of the willow tree to steady myself.A low growl rumbled through the clearing. My knees buckled. I didn’t have a wolf, but my body reacted as if it sensed the danger. Every nerve in me screamed to run.The figure stepped into the moonlight, and my breath lodged in my throat.It wasn’t a wolf.It was a man.He was tall, broad-shouldered, with hair dark as midnight. His eyes burned gold, unnaturally bright, and

Kael’s POVThe moment I turned my back on Elara, I knew I had made a mistake.Her wide eyes haunted me. She looked confused, searching for answers I couldn’t give her. She thought I despised her, and maybe I had even convinced myself that I did hate her, but the truth? The truth was far worse.I didn’t despise her. I feared for her—and for myself.Her presence was unraveling everything I had fought to control. The bond that pulled at me every time she was near, the way her scent laced into my lungs like a drug I couldn’t stop inhaling… it was all too dangerous, and tonight proved it.She had been chased. Someone had sent wolves after her, and if Storm hadn’t been there…I clenched my jaw, my fists tightening at my sides as I stalked through the woods. Rage simmered beneath my skin, hot and volatile—not just at whoever dared hunt her, but at myself for hesitating. For speaking to her with harshness I didn’t truly mean, because the alternative would have been to betray the truth that ke

Kael’s POVThe room fell into silence after my words—heavy and suffocating, the kind that gnawed at the edges of your sanity. The air seemed thicker, almost electric with tension. Milo and Jack exchanged wary glances, but Storm… Storm just leaned back, like he was waiting for me to put all the pieces together, like he already knew how the game would play out.The blue moon was coming.That thought refused to leave my head. Every time I tried to push it aside, it came back sharper, heavier—a reminder and a warning. If I failed, Elara would be lost and, worse, I’d be chained to Liora forever, bound by that cursed contract, my pack vulnerable to her poison.I couldn’t let that happen.“Meeting’s over,” I said finally, pushing myself up from the table. The scrape of the chair against the stone floor echoed harshly. Jack opened his mouth like he wanted to argue, but one look from me shut him up. Milo shifted uncomfortably, tapping his fingers against the table before standing. Storm, of co

Elara’s POVThe door creaked open, and Storm stepped into the infirmary. His frame nearly filled the space, the faint lantern light outlining the sharp edges of his shoulders. His gaze flickered from my sweat-drenched sheets to my trembling hands, and I knew I must have looked like a wreck.“Elara,” he said again, softer this time, as if speaking too loudly might shatter me.I forced a shaky smile, tugging the blanket higher to hide the fact that my knees were still quivering. “I’m fine,” I whispered, though my voice betrayed me. It cracked like thin ice under too much weight.Storm’s brows drew together. “You don’t look fine.”“I said I’m fine,” I snapped, sharper than I intended. Guilt coiled in my chest immediately. His eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn’t push. That was the thing about Storm—he had this quiet way of reading people, but he rarely forced his way into places you didn’t want him.He leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Nightmares?”I swallowed hard, my throat dry

Liora’s POVThe little mouse trembled in front of me, her eyes wide, her lips pressed together like she feared even her breath would betray her.Elara, an omega nobody—yet somehow she had captured whispers, the kind I didn’t ignore.I let her go with a smile, a sweet curve of my lips that I knew would haunt her long after she left my chambers. Fear was such a delicious scent, lingering on her like perfume.It confirmed everything I already suspected: there was more to her than she dared admit.As the doors closed behind her, I leaned back into my velvet chair, tapping a manicured finger against the rim of my goblet. The red wine swirled, dark and rich, but not nearly as intoxicating as the thought gnawing at the back of my mind.A prophecy. The silver wolf who was a threat to my reign. And that trembling little servant girl might be at the center of it.The Blue Moon was only two nights away. The sacred night when wolves found their strength renewed, when new wolves surfaced, bonds so