All Chapters of Rising of a feeble mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

{Ryanna’s POV}I held the invitation long after the envoy had gone.Aurelius wanted us at Silver Haven.Part of me screamed Trap. Another part whispered opportunity. And as always, instinct won out.We would go. With eyes open.I turned to my gathered Council, their expressions tight but trusting. "We attend. As invited."There were no objections. Only nods.They expected this, only I picked it up of course. This is what we had been planning for in secret. Our different plans and growth have been leading up to this.The ambassadors bowed again before they disappeared beyond the camp walls, their shiny robes glowing in the morning sun, as if they were made from steel threads.I stood there a bit longer before finally heading back to my quarters.The sky had started to grow cloudy when I arrived at my door. I rested my hand on the frame, watching the path the envoys had taken through the window across the room.That’s when I felt him.I didn’t flinch, he had pulled this stunt far too ma

{Ryanna’s POV}The scream tore through the air sharp and jarring enough to freeze every drink mid-pour and every laugh mid-breath.Guards along the Silver Haven walls reacted instantly. Half of them dropped into formation, heading toward the sound without hesitation, while the others remained at their posts, eyes scanning everything. It wasn't fear. No one here panicked. If anything, the alert was met with a quiet readiness.Because if there was ever a wrong night to attack, it was this one.The celebration was packed with Alphas, Betas, and warriors from every House under the Moonskin banner — centuries of bloodline in one place. The elite. The seasoned. The deadly. No enemy in their right mind would try something stupid.And yet, something still howled.I stood by the table with my Council now. Casper beside me, his jaw tight, eyes flickering toward the sound. Across the room, chatter resumed, but cautiously. It was the hum of anticipation, polite but brittle.Minutes passed before

{Casper’s Pov}I didn’t slam the door. That would've given him satisfaction.Instead, I left the chamber and let the thick doors of Silver Haven close behind me with their usual quiet groan, the echo of their weight dragging through the stone halls like an afterthought. But inside? My blood was still thundering.He had never yelled at me before. Never raised his voice. And I never dared step too far out of line in return.But Tonight? Tonight something inside me snapped.The conversation kept playing in my head like a slow punch on repeat.“You don’t question my judgment!” Aurelius had snapped, as he paced like a wounded beast, with his robes fluttering with every furious step. “Do you think this world bends for feelings? For peace? You’ve grown up soft, boy. If you want to wear my name, you’ll have to bury your sentiment like a man. Not like the child of that weakling Ryanna!”I had stepped toward him. “Then maybe I don’t want your name.”His fist flew forward.Faster than I’d expect

{Casper’s POV}I stood still as I admired the beautiful view of everything around me. The tall grasses and wildflowers around the sea which swung voluntarily in the wind were breathtaking.Everything is embraced in the sun's warmth. It was indeed peaceful here.Nothing like the chaos of the pack, or the constant tension between warring factions. Here there was just... silence. The kind that made you realize it was just what you were missing and demanded you pause and take in a deep breath.I attempted to do just that when I heard light footsteps behind me. It was pointless turning around to know who it was. Even in the crowd, I could tell the rhythm of her steps, the sound was just too familiar. "Hey, guess what I got she said, her voice light and teasing.I already knew what she was holding, as if I were reading her mind. Or maybe I could already smell the familiar scent of apples.‘She’s just like her dad. Always with the apples.’She gave one of the fruits wearing a soft smile on

{Ryanna’s POV}It’s been hours… No, it’s been longer than that. I’ve lost track of time.I haven’t looked away from his face — not even once.Casper lay there, in the same position he’s been in since they brought him inside.My palms have brushed his hands a thousand times, maybe more… His skin is still warm, but it doesn’t matter. He’s not breathing. His heart isn’t beating and I can feel it… the absence of life in every breath I take that he doesn’t, in every pulse of my own heart.The only thing that makes me even remotely hopeful is the fact that his body hasn’t gone through rigor mortis. It should have by now, shouldn’t it?I held on to every bit of hope I could.I blinked, as I forced my eyes to stay open. The red rimmed edges stung. But still, no tears came. I wish they would. I wish my body would let me release it all. But no. Nothing.My body didn't allow me this mercy. Not when Casper's blood is still fresh on my hands. Not when the reality I’ve fought so hard to ignore is e