All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Marked Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The boardroom of Wolfe Tower gleamed like a cathedral of wealth and power, the walls reflecting sunlight in ribbons that glinted off polished wood and steel. Lucien sat at the head of the table, his fingers steepled, amber eyes scanning every face, every twitch, every hesitant breath. The air was electric, tinged with tension, power, and a subtle undercurrent of fear. Silas, Rowan, Mara, and Nadia Clarke flanked him, their presence a silent reminder that the Wolfe pack was both a shield and a weapon.Zaria perched at the far side of the table, her silver eyes calm but alert, reading not only the faces of the humans around them but the subtle cues they emitted—the pulse, the faint tremor of hesitation, the scent of deceit. Her wolf Caelus whispered beneath her ribs, alert, patient, waiting for a trigger.“Gentlemen, ladies,” Lucien began, his voice smooth, authoritative, a blade wrapped in velvet. “We’re here to finalize the expansion plan—vampire banking partnerships, witch coven alli

The morning sun bled gold across Wolfe Tower, gilding the skyline in a fragile peace that was always one heartbeat away from shattering. Zaria moved through the corridors with precise steps, her silver eyes alert, catching every shadow, every flicker of movement from the pack. Silas, Rowan, Mara, and Nadia Clarke flanked her, their presence a constant reassurance and reminder of the unity Lucien demanded and she now wielded as her own.Today, however, the tension was thicker than usual. The air itself seemed taut, holding a charge that threatened to spark into violence at any moment. A visiting Alpha had arrived from a neighboring city, one with influence in both mortal and supernatural circles, yet his reputation preceded him—a man who demanded loyalty measured not in oaths or honor, but in the currency of leverage. And today, he intended to collect.Lucien stood at the head of the massive obsidian table in the Council Chamber, the city spread like a jewel beneath the floor-to-ceilin

Zaria woke drenched in sweat, the remnants of Kael’s words still ringing in her ears, echoing in the quiet of Lucien’s suite. The fire in the fireplace had burned low, leaving only embers that cast long, trembling shadows across the velvet and silk draping the room. For a moment, she couldn’t tell dream from reality; the cold press of the sheets against her skin and the familiar weight of Lucien’s arm around her waist grounded her, yet his steady, even breathing could not silence the lingering caress of Kael’s phantom fingers on her face.“Choose me, and I’ll burn the world for you.”The words coiled like smoke around her throat. She swallowed, trying to dispel them, but the memory of his touch was almost tangible—the ghostly heat of his palms, the slick whisper of promises that were both terrifying and seductively freeing. It was as if in her sleep, Caelus had sensed Kael’s intrusion, whispering through her veins that the predator had not come to her as a mortal threat but as a tempt

The aftermath of chaos left Wolfe Tower humming with tension. Outside, the city murmured beneath the rising moon, but inside, the pulse of the pack was steady, anxious, and electric.Zaria sat alone on the edge of the balcony, silver eyes reflecting the fractured city lights, hands trembling slightly from adrenaline and the lingering echo of Caelus’s surging power. Silas had taken a patrol to check the perimeter; Rowan and Mara were tucked into the armory, reviewing weapons and strategizing contingencies; Nadia Clarke hovered at the threshold, sensing every tremor in the city, every ripple of shadow that might signal Kael’s next strike.Lucien appeared quietly behind her, boots soundless against the marble, amber eyes shadowed with the weight of command and the unspoken burden of his devotion.“You shouldn’t be out here alone,” he said, voice low, almost a growl, though not in anger. There was concern threading the edges, raw and possessive.“I’m fine,” Zaria whispered, turning slight

The smoke of battle still clung to Wolfe Tower. Though the alarms had fallen silent, their ghostly echoes lingered in the walls, vibrating through the glass, the marble, the very steel skeleton of the skyscraper. The city below still pulsed with fear—wolves prowling streets, humans whispering about the blackout of lights that had rolled across districts, witches sending their wards flaring into the night sky. But up here, in the Tower’s courtyard high above the glittering skyline, silence reigned. Zaria stood alone by the fountain, its water cascading in silver ribbons under the moonlight. The courtyard had been designed for serenity—a place of polished stone walkways, clipped hedges, sculptures of wolves poised in eternal vigilance. Tonight, though, the calm felt like a deception, the kind of hush before a storm that made the hairs on her arms rise. She leaned on the marble edge of the fountain, hands trembling faintly. Lucien’s words from the battle still burned into her, a bran