All Chapters of Dragon’s Mark:His Dragonheart Mate : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

CHAPTER 121 – The Edge of RumorsThe council was still breaking apart when Rowan stepped out into the hallway. The tension inside had stuck to her skin like heat, and she could feel it spreading through the summit even before she reached the stairs. Voices rose from the lower halls. Doors opened and closed too quickly. Guards whispered instead of speaking.Azeriel walked beside her, jaw clenched. “The scouts barely finished talking and the rumors already outran them.”Rowan didn’t slow her pace. “How many know”“Too many,” he said. “Someone carried the news before we dismissed the room. People think the north is already marching toward us.”Rowan paused near the balcony rail where the wind hit hardest. The cold kept her steady. “Fear does not wait for facts. It only needs a spark.”Lyra joined them from the hall. Her expression was tight. “The Fire Source surged again. Only once, but stronger than last night. I think it reacted to the fear spreading here. Emotions carry through energy

CHAPTER 123 — Beneath the Stone PathsRowan stood still in the hallway, listening to the faint scrape echoing behind them. The air felt tight, like the walls were holding their breath.Azeriel stepped forward. “If they are close, they already know we are onto them.”Rowan looked down the empty corridor. “Then they will push harder. Which means we stop waiting.”Lyra touched Rowan’s arm. “The energy trail is fading. Whoever was here is slipping away.”“Then we follow the parts they cannot hide,” Rowan said.Azeriel frowned. “Which parts.”Lyra looked toward the floor. “The ones beneath us.”Rowan raised a brow. “The tunnels.”Lyra nodded. “Every pulse I felt today came from lower levels. Like someone is feeding the rumors from below.”Azeriel shook his head. “Half those tunnels were sealed before we were born. Some go deeper than the summit walls.”Rowan walked toward the stairwell. “Then it is time we see what they lead to.”They moved down the stone steps that spiraled toward the old

CHAPTER 125 — The Fire Source StirsThe council chamber stayed silent even after Rowan finished speaking. The weight of her words settled into the room like dust after a long storm. No one moved. No one argued. It was the first real quiet they had managed all day.Rowan didn’t wait for more questions. The moment she saw the tension drop even a little, she turned and walked out. Lyra followed her instantly. Azeriel gave the council one last warning glance before joining them in the hall.Lyra exhaled shakily. “The Source felt every part of that chaos. It’s still trembling under the summit.”Rowan nodded. “Then we go to it now.”They moved quickly through the main passage. The halls were calmer than earlier, but Rowan could still feel the remnants of fear hanging like old smoke. It clung to the air, to the walls, to the footsteps of every person passing by.Azeriel said, “If the Source is reacting this hard, we cannot let the council erupt again. One wrong argument and we might feel the

CHAPTER 127 — The Missing ReturnThe council chamber was still heavy with silence when the guards burst through the doors.“General Rowan,” the first guard said, breath unsteady. “Someone is at the gate. You need to come now.”Rowan’s head snapped up. “Who.”The guard swallowed. “A scout. We think he is from Team Three.”Azeriel moved before Rowan could speak. “Get us there.”They rushed out of the chamber, Lyra close behind them. The air outside was cold but Rowan barely felt it. Her steps hit the ground fast as they crossed the courtyard toward the main gates.Two healers were already bent over a figure lying in the snow.Rowan froze.It was a young scout. His cloak torn. His breathing thin and broken. His eyes half-open but dazed.“Move aside,” Rowan said as she knelt.Azeriel crouched on the other side of the boy. “Name.”The scout tried to speak but coughed instead. His lips were pale. Frost clung to his eyelashes as if he had walked through a storm meant for no living man.Lyra

CHAPTER 129 — Whispers of KaiThe chamber stayed dim long after the scout had fallen into a restless sleep. Rowan did not leave. Her hand still tingled from the moment she had touched the core of the corruption. Kai’s flame. His warmth. Twisted but alive inside something dark.Lyra sat on the other side of the room, hugging her knees and watching Rowan carefully. “You are shaking.”Rowan ran her thumb across her palm, trying to steady the tremor. “I know what I felt. I know his fire. I know the way it bends.”Lyra nodded slowly. “I believe you.”Azeriel, leaning against the wall with folded arms, let out a quiet breath. “We need to talk about what this means. But not here in front of him.”Rowan looked at the scout. His face had relaxed but the faint pulse under his skin still flickered. “He needs rest. Take him somewhere safe. Somewhere sealed. No one goes near him without permission.”Azeriel signaled two healers, who moved in quietly. When the scout was moved out of the chamber, th