บททั้งหมดของ My Mate's Father Claimed Me: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

 POV: Kenny“They keep asking what I will become, no one asks what the world needs.”The air in the high clearing feels like a stretched drumhead. I stand between Mama and Papa, but even though their shoulders are solid and their spells are humming, I feel a different kind of vibration. It isn't coming from the mages hiding in the treeline or the cold, heavy shadow of the Void watching from the cracks in the sky but from the dirt beneath my boots. I can hear the land breathing quietly between people’s heartbeats, a soft, rhythmic thrumming that tells me the world is waiting for me to say something.“Stay behind the line, Kenny,” Mama whispers, her hand white-knuckled on her ash staff. “Keep the Keeper’s Spell tight, remember what I taught you. You are a mountain and the wind.”I nod, but the words feel small. I can hear the mages’ thoughts; sharp, jag

 POV: LyraThe Void did not attack me, It waited for permission, I know it’s there before it speaks because the wards hesitate not collapse or scream. They pause, like trained animals suddenly unsure who they belong to.The candle on the counter bends its flame sideways, not from wind, but from attention. The runes carved into the doorframe dull from blue to a washed-out grey, confused rather than broken.I didn’t look up.Kenny is asleep down the hall. I can feel him the way I feel my own pulse, a steady rhythm threaded through the house. The Keeper’s Spell hums around him, thin but deliberate, a refusal shaped into patience.“Don’t,” I say quietly, grinding dried ash with the heel of my palm. “If you wake him, this conversation ends badly.”The room answers by getting heavier, not pressure exactly. Density as if the air has decided to remember every grave it has ever

 POV: KaelLeadership doesn’t announce itself when it’s comfortable. It shows up when everyone wants you to bend.The council didn’t arrive loudly, that’s how I knew this one mattered.No procession, no ritual drums, no show of numbers just six figures stepping out of the treeline like they’d always belonged there, boots clean, faces calm, eyes already measuring distances.Jake stiffened beside me.“They crossed the markers,” he muttered.“I know,” I said. “They wanted to.”The high clearing felt tighter than usual, like the air itself was listening. Kenny stood behind Lyra, one small hand gripping the hem of her sleeve, the other glowing faintly blue under the Keeper’s Spell. He wasn’t afraid, that bothered me more than if he had been.The man in front stepped forward, stopping exactly at the invisible boundary

 POV: AidenThe land didn’t just change it remembered what it was meant to beThe ground answered before I finished steadying my breath.It wasn’t loud, It wasn’t dramatic, It was certain.The amethyst dust at my feet warmed, then softened, like the land was loosening a clenched fist. I lowered my sword slowly, listening, not with my ears but with that deep place behind the ribs where truth settles when it has nowhere else to go.“Kenny,” I said under my breath. “You’re awake.”The air shifted not wind but Intention.Behind me, the half-built pillars straightened, stone knitting itself together with patient precision. Cracks sealed, edges smoothed. The bridge wasn’t repairing damage. It was correcting imbalance, like it had always known the final shape and was simply tired of waiting.I turned toward the center of the territory.The medallion hovered there, no longer dormant, no longer quiet. It

 POV: Kael“They were not afraid of the child anymore. They were afraid of losing relevance.”“You called this council,” I say, stepping into the chamber without waiting for permission. “So speak.”The room smells like stone dust and old authority. Torches line the walls, but none of them flicker. Too controlled. Too deliberate.Jake moves to my left, silent, jaw tight. Ryker stands opposite him, arms crossed, eyes already scanning exits.“We appreciate your presence, Alpha,” one of them says, voice smooth, rehearsed and polished as silk. “This matter requires unity.”“Unity,” I repeat slow, my lip curling as I paced the length of the stone table. “Funny word to use when half the room won’t meet my eyes.”A low murmur ripples through the seats.Another councilor leans forward, fingers steepled. “We are past the point of