All Chapters of Dragon’s Mark:His Dragonheart Mate : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

CHAPTER 91 – Aftermath and AshesSmoke drifted across the summit like tired shadows refusing to leave. Rowan stood where the last wave of fire had died, her hands still warm from everything she had unleashed. The mountain felt quiet now. Not peaceful. Just drained. Like it had given more than it should.Azeriel walked to her side, his steps slower than usual. His armor was cracked and streaked with soot, and there was dried blood along his jaw. He did not try to hide how much he hurt. No one had the strength for masks anymore.“It’s over,” he said, though his voice carried little relief.Rowan looked across the battered summit. Allies were scattered everywhere, some sitting with their heads bowed, others lying on the ground waiting for healers. The bodies of the fallen Ashborne were being moved aside by those still able to stand. The air was thick with quiet cries, soft groans, and the low rumble of the mountain settling after the chaos.She shook her head slightly. “It doesn’t feel o

CHAPTER 93 – The Summit ReclaimedMorning reached the summit slowly, as if the mountain itself was unsure it wanted another day to begin. The fires from the battle had died out, but the ground still held warmth beneath the ash. Rowan walked through the camp with steady steps, her eyes tracing every broken path and half-collapsed wall. They had won, but the mountain looked like it had survived a storm that refused to let go.Azeriel joined her near the main ridge. He was already speaking with two clan leaders, both arguing at the same time. Their voices rose and fell like angry birds fighting for the same branch.“We need the eastern ridge for our wounded,” the first leader insisted. “It is the safest ground.”“The eastern ridge belongs to my clan,” the second shot back. “We defended it with our own fighters. You cannot move in without asking.”Rowan stepped between them before the argument grew sharper. “We are rebuilding a summit, not dividing spoils. The battle ended yesterday. None

CHAPTER 95 – Secrets UnearthedThe air under the summit felt different from the surface. Cooler. Older. As though every stone carried the breath of those who had walked these halls long before the clans ever clashed. Rowan led the way with a small flame resting in her palm. Its soft light brushed over carved walls and broken steps that had not seen real movement in generations.Lyra walked beside her, tracing her fingertips along the ancient symbols. “This place remembers everything,” she whispered. “You can feel it. The walls are awake.”Rowan nodded. “The Ashborne searched these tunnels and still missed something. Malach spent years studying the Source but he never found these rooms. That means there’s more hidden down here than any of us realized.”Azeriel followed behind the two, carrying a battered satchel filled with notes and sketches. His eyes kept scanning the shadows. “Or they found something and ignored it,” he said quietly. “Malach always chose power over understanding. If

CHAPTER 97 – The Hidden LegacyThe council hall grew quiet after the last clan leader left. The torches along the walls flickered as if they had been listening to every argument thrown across the table. Rowan remained seated, rubbing her thumb across the rough wood. The weight of the day felt heavier than the battle scars still healing along her arms.Azeriel stood near the doorway, arms crossed as he watched the shadows stretch across the floor. “They only follow us because they need us,” he said. “The moment they feel safe again, everything will change.”Rowan let out a tired breath. “Maybe. But we can’t lead by fear. We have to lead by what we know.”Before Azeriel could answer, Lyra slipped inside and closed the door behind her. Her face carried a soft seriousness that Rowan had learned to recognize. Something had stirred in the mountain.“You both need to come with me,” Lyra said. “There’s something you should see. Something old. Something that doesn’t like being forgotten.”Azer

CHAPTER 99 – A Fragile PeaceThe summit looked calmer than it had in days. Fires were out. The wind carried only the scent of charred stone and distant pine. Rowan stood at the repaired edge of the ridge, watching groups of allies move through their morning routines. Some cleared rubble. Some sharpened weapons. Others carried food to the wounded. The place felt halfway between a camp and a home, caught in a quiet that felt too thin to trust.Azeriel walked up beside her. His hair was tied back loosely, and the shadows under his eyes showed he had barely slept. “They move like people trying to forget,” he said quietly.Rowan nodded. “Or people pretending they are fine.”Azeriel followed her gaze across the summit. “We should let them rest a little. They fought hard.”“We will,” she said. “But we cannot relax completely.”Azeriel looked at her, studying the tension in her shoulders. “You are thinking about the fires the scouts found.”“I am thinking about everything,” Rowan said. “The f