All Chapters of I Left My Husband For The Rogue King: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Crystal wanted nothing more than to put distance between herself and this Rogue woman who suddenly seemed far too interested in her. Her heart thudded with unease as she instinctively cupped her belly with a protective hand.“And what does that have to do with you?” she asked, tone sharpened by caution.She reminded herself that she was standing in the heart of Rogue territory. And with Winter being their Queen, it meant the Rogues would see any Winter's enemy as their own. The last thing Crystal wanted was to become the next corpse dragged out of these barbaric halls.“We need to speak alone. I have something to tell you,” Freya said, already turning away.Crystal hesitated. Every instinct screamed at her to walk in the opposite direction. But surrounded by Rogues, and with no guarantee of safety, she saw no alternative except to follow.Freya led her out of the grand hall into a dim corridor. Guards stood at either end, but far enough that their voices would remain unheard.Crystal

With Valtor’s arm snug around her waist and his other hand guiding hers, Winter let her body sway to the music.She moved lightly, almost weightless, carried by the warmth of his touch more than by the rhythm itself. She couldn't hide her smile and she didn’t care if she looked ridiculous. She had been so sure he would leave her the moment the main ceremony ended. Yet here her mate was, dancing with her. She was so happy.“Why did everyone stop?” Winter murmured, noticing the sudden stillness of the couples around them.“Maybe they just wanted to watch us. No need to worry." Valtor replied.Unease prickled down her spine. 'Do they think I look foolish?'“What if they think my dancing is stiff?” A nervous whisper slipped out before she could stop it. The other women had danced earlier with such effortless grace that it made her acutely aware of her own movements.“They can’t possibly think that,” Valtor said, eyes softening as he held her closer. “You dance beautifully.”His complim

WINTERCressida is smiling at my mate, peeking up at him from beneath her lashes as though she has every right in the world to do so. Valtor doesn’t even notice. He’s speaking to someone across the table, completely oblivious to who’s serving his wine. He’s never cared about such trivialities.But I care.And jealousy coils through me as a rope pulled tight, biting deep.Why not any of the dozens of maids who are supposed to handle this? What is Cressida even doing here in the first place?Before I can stop myself, my voice slices through the room.“Stop.”The conversations die, glasses still halfway in the air, and heads snap toward me. Even Cressida freezes, her hand suspended, her smile wilting as our eyes lock. I make sure she sees the irritation blazing in mine*.*“Winter?” Valtor’s voice is gentle. Surprised. He starts to rise, but I’m already moving, crossing the room.I can feel everyone's eyes like heat on my skin.“Is something wrong, my Queen?” Loran asks. He had a woman s

Winter’s morning soured the moment she stepped into the dining hall and found Freya, Rosentine, and Cressida comfortably seated at her table. For a heartbeat, a wild, primal urge clawed up her throat. A desire to scream at them, to order the guards to drag them out and toss them into the courtyard like the pests they were. But she knew better.That was exactly what they wanted.She saw the taunting gleam in their eyes, waiting for her to falter, to lose control, to prove she was unfit to stand where a Queen should. One emotional misstep, and they would turn it into gossip, humiliation, and ammunition. So instead of rising to their bait, Winter rose above it.She glided to her seat gracefully and gently motioned for Eira to join her. Then she simply ate. She shifted her attention from the three parasites to Eira’s light chatter, letting her friend’s presence warm her mood. With that, Winter didn’t have to lift a finger to unsettle Freya and the twins. Every smile she shared with Eira,

That morning, Winter found herself surrounded by joys—the children’s laughter echoing off worn stone walls, the comforting scent of freshly baked bread, and the endless stream of gratitude whispered by the orphanage caretaker. She sat cross-legged on the cold floor, while Olive and other little pups crouched beside her, chewing eagerly, crumbs dusting their chins.Eira hovered nearby, her expression tight with concern. “My Queen, you should stand. You’ll ruin your dress.”Winter barely spared the warning a glance.“Finish it,” she told the children gently. “But slow down. The food won’t run away. And I brought many more of them.” She lifted her hand toward the carriage outside, signaling the guards to bring in the remaining baskets.Olive froze mid-bite. “M-many more? All of them… for us?”Winter smiled. “Of course. I brought it for all of you.”“Thank you, Queen Winter. We’ve never eaten anything this warm or this delicious.” Olive swallowed hard, her small hands tightening around th