บททั้งหมดของ Dragon’s Mark:His Dragonheart Mate : บทที่ 131 - บทที่ 140

CHAPTER 131 — Northern ShadowsRowan lingered at the summit’s balcony long after the council had dispersed. The horizon burned faintly with the northern fires. Shapes moved in the snow below, shadows she could barely name. Lyra joined her, silent, letting the wind whip through her hair.“They’ve organized themselves,” Rowan said, voice low. “All factions, moving as one.”Lyra nodded, frowning. “I feel it too. Something in the way the fire pulses… it’s not just energy. It’s watching. And there’s… him.”Rowan’s eyes narrowed. “Kai?”Lyra’s hand rose slightly, trembling. “A faint pulse. Like a heartbeat. He’s there. But caught inside something… something controlled.”Rowan’s stomach tightened. “How close?”Lyra turned, keeping her voice calm despite the tremor she couldn’t hide. “Far enough that a strike now would be reckless. But close enough that his energy is feeding whatever they’re building.”Rowan clenched her fists. “Then we watch. But we plan. Every detail. If we rush, we’ll lose

CHAPTER 133 — The Council FracturesRowan strode into the council hall, the chill of the northern wind still clinging to her cloak. The room was alive with murmurs, anxious glances passing between council members. Even before she reached the head of the table, the tension was thick enough to taste.Azeriel followed close behind, his expression grim. “They’ve heard the rumors,” he muttered, almost under his breath. “About Kai.”Rowan’s jaw tightened. “Then we control what’s said and when. Not a word more than necessary.”One of the council elders, an older man with lined features, rose abruptly. “Control? They are moving in force, Rowan! Reports say the north is consolidating power faster than we imagined. If we do not strike soon, they will sweep across our lands before we can respond!”Another councilor, a younger woman with sharp eyes, shook her head vehemently. “Strike? And risk Kai? Every scout confirms he is tied to their formations. They are not just armies—they are something al

CHAPTER 135 — Threads of BetrayalRowan returned to the summit’s inner halls with a cold weight pressing against her chest. The pulse she had felt along the northern borders refused to leave her mind. Every flicker, every shadow, every trace of corrupted fire was a warning—but now, new whispers reached her ears.Azeriel met her in the corridor, scrolls clutched tightly in his hand. “We have reports,” he said, his voice low. “Some of the summit warriors are acting… strangely. Patrols missing, false reports reaching the council, messages contradicting our scouts.”Rowan froze for a heartbeat, then clenched her fists. “False reports? Disappearing warriors?” Her voice was sharp, cutting through the quiet hall. “Explain exactly what we’re seeing.”Azeriel’s jaw tightened. “One scout returned claiming she saw a patrol vanish entirely. Another reported a firebearer giving incorrect readings—deliberately misdirecting the team. And whispers among the younger ranks… rumors of strange alliances

CHAPTER 137 — Storm PreparationsRowan remained on the outer balcony long after the torches burned low, the cold biting through her cloak. The northern horizon was restless, faint flickers of fire shaping and twisting like living things. Every pulse she felt reminded her of Kai—his energy tethered to forces far beyond comprehension.A soft step drew her attention. Lyra appeared, her eyes scanning the horizon, her fingers brushing the faint currents in the air. “Rowan,” she said, voice careful. “I’ve traced Kai’s pulse again. It’s steady, stronger than yesterday. But the north is reacting. They anticipate probes, adapting faster each hour. If we don’t prepare the summit now, every advantage slips away.”Rowan nodded, jaw set. “Then we move. Strike teams, fortifications, firebearers. Every line must be ready for corrupted flames, every patrol trained to notice subtle shifts.”Lyra hesitated. “And the council? Some of the leaders are uneasy. Rumors about your connection to Kai are spread

CHAPTER 139 — The Rift in the IceThe northern shapes struck again, faster this time. Shadows of twisted fire tore through the outer walls, testing the patrols, probing the gates, seeking gaps in the summit’s defenses. Rowan’s eyes snapped toward the eastern breach. A small strike team had found an opening, moving with deadly precision.“They’ve broken through,” a scout shouted, voice trembling. “Eastern wall—east tower compromised!”Rowan’s jaw tightened. “Then we close it, now. Alpha and Beta teams, flank them from the north and south. Firebearers, reinforce the gates. Every unit move like one mind. Move!”Azeriel’s voice came over the comms, sharp. “Rowan, the corruption—it’s spreading faster than predicted. The fire is no longer just a weapon. It’s bleeding into the walls, twisting the structure, affecting patrols.”Rowan’s fists clenched. “Then we contain it. Focus on the breach first, then suppress the spread. Every second counts.”Lyra reached for Rowan’s arm, her voice tense.