All Chapters of My Mate Chose My Best Friend, So His Uncle Claimed Me: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

And just like that, the very next day, Lucretius and I went to the nearest divine temple. The soft glow of candlelight flickered along the marble walls, casting gentle shadows that moved with the silence, as if even the air held its breath for this moment.There were no crowds. No grand procession. No whispers of nobles or the weight of politics pressing against us.Only a few witnesses stood at a distance, being respectful as if they understood this wasn't meant for anyone else. It was just for us.My steps slowed the moment I crossed the threshold. Something in my chest tightened because this scene was too familiar for me.Because I had stood here before.Not in this exact place, but in a moment just like this. My fingers brushed at my sides as I walked toward Lucretius. He was standing at the altar already, dressed simply, yet there was nothing simple about the way he looked at me.Like I was his everything. Like I had always been everything. And for a moment, time folded, and t

"Lucretius...!" I turned to him, my heart pounding so fast it felt like it might burst out of my chest. My fingers curled tightly against the edge of the seat, nails pressing into the fabric as my breath came out uneven, shallow, as the air inside the carriage had suddenly grown too thin to breathe.Lucretius looked calm and unbothered, as if the line of the royal soldiers waiting outside the manor wasn't enough to provoke even the slightest reaction from him. I reached for his arm as I tugged it gently to gather his attention. "I'll talk to him first," I said quickly, my voice lowering. "I'm serious... He might lunge at you."His gaze lingered on me, softening. "He won't," he said simply. The certainty in his voice didn't soothe me. If anything, it made my stomach twist tighter, because Lucretius never spoke like that unless he had already decided how things would unfold.I frowned. "Lucretius—""If he does," he added, his tone still even, "then I'll let him."That didn't help at a

By the time we were escorted inside the manor and into the parlor room, the chaos from earlier had already settled at least on the surface.According to Enoch."We'll talk properly," he had said, his voice clipped and restrained, as if forcing himself to hold back everything he wanted to do. "Like adults."I rolled my eyes just remembering it.Adults.Right.Because punching someone twice in front of royal soldiers was definitely how adults behaved.A quiet huff escaped me as I sank into the cushioned chair, crossing my arms loosely over my chest.The room felt too small as if everything that had happened outside was being purposely buried under this forced sense of civility.But it didn't work.Not for me.Not when I could still feel it through the bond.My gaze flickered to Lucretius, which was only this time, he wasn't standing. He was seated beside me on the couch, his posture still straight and composed as if nothing had happened at all.He looked like he hadn't just been punched

We told Enoch not everything in detail. Not every life, not every death, not every memory that still lingered like scars we couldn't erase, but enough for him to understand the shape of it.Or at least... we tried. Lucretius was still sitting beside me, his presence steady, his voice occasionally filling in the parts I couldn't bring myself to say. We spoke as we had practised it. Like... we had done this before. Perhaps we had. In another life. In another attempt. And that alone made everything feel more surreal.Enoch didn't interrupt us at first. He just listened, his brows gradually furrowing as he crossed his arms tightly over his chest. His gaze shifted between the two of us, as if searching for the slightest inconsistency in our words and deciding whether we had completely lost our minds.Or if we were trying to make him lose his. When we finished, we were enveloped with heavy and long silence. Lucretius and I were anxious, waiting for Enoch to say something."You expect

I sank deeper into the lukewarm water, letting it cover my shoulders as I leaned back against the edge of the tub, my eyes falling shut for a brief moment. Finally... No shouting. No tension. No questions I couldn't answer. But even then, my mind didn't stop wandering right back at her."Luna Queen Rachelle..." I murmured.It was as if saying it too loudly would somehow make everything more real than it already was. My fingers moved slowly beneath the water, tracing idle patterns I didn't even register. She had always been someone I looked up to, even before all of this. She was my inspiration back when I was still Euphyllia Ivara Ruinart. My idol was the first female soldier to join the royal military, rising through the ranks before becoming our Luna Queen.I remembered interacting with her and thanking her for existing. That if she didn't, I wouldn't be in a tactical keeper position.A faint breath escaped me. "Why you, Your Majesty...?" I muttered, my brows drawing together sli