Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Last White Wolf & Her Chosen Kings: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Daeira’s POVThe last contenders stumbled across the finish line, some limping, others streaked with mud and shaking off lingering illusions. My heart swelled with pride, and maybe a little relief. They gave everything out there.Velwyn and Tarin were flushed and grinning. Royce had mud in his hair and the satisfied look of someone who thrived on chaos. Commander Hartfell looked like he’d happily run it again. And my three men… gods, they looked like they could take on the world.I stepped forward, mic in hand, as the crowd fell into a hush. The setting sun painted the field in pink and gold, turning the dust in the air to glitter.“Today,” I said, my voice carrying across the field, “you faced the Trial of Strength. Illusions meant to break your will. Obstacles designed to test your body and spirit. And you didn’t just survive.....you rose.”I scanned their faces. “Ten of you fell today. That doesn’t make you lesser. It just means your strengths lie elsewhere, and I promise, we’ll fi

Daeira POVI waved the crowd off, ordering them back to their business. No one argued, they kept glancing over their shoulders at Draken, but no one dared step forward. The man was all casual swagger and predator’s patience. He liked being stared at.“Follow me,” I told him, spinning on my heel.“Gladly,” he said, and of course his voice dripped with amusement, like he thought this was all one big joke.The twins and Auren fell in around us instantly. Riven on my right, Kael on my left, Auren at my back, like they were a walking wall of muscle between me and the demon. Draken noticed. Oh, did he notice.“Three guard dogs already?” he drawled. “You must be precious cargo.”Kael’s jaw tightened. “We’re her mates.”Draken smirked, his head tilting. “So am I, apparently. Guess that makes us family.”“Not yet,” Kael muttered, and Varien’s growl echoed faintly in my head through the bond.We reached the west wing, polished stone, high arched ceilings, the faint scent of fresh pine from the

Draken POVFreedom tasted strange.Not sweet like I had imagined. Not some grand rush of elation or relief. No, it tasted like iron on the back of my tongue, like the coppery bite of blood and the smoke of a battlefield I had never truly left behind.Two centuries in Malrath’s pit had changed me. The hell realm hadn’t just scraped at my skin, it had clawed into my bones, hollowing out whatever was left until I was nothing but hunger and rage. Most demons broke. They became one with the screaming void and stopped caring about anything that wasn’t destruction.But I hadn’t broken. I wouldn’t.I had spent my time watching. Listening. Learning. Not just about demons, hell, I had known that game from the moment I came into existence, but about humans. Mortals. Their messy, beautiful chaos. They fought and loved with the same reckless abandon, and it fascinated me. They made music. Art. They laughed while bleeding. I wanted it. I had wanted in.But instead of the mortal realm, I had gotten

Daeira POVLunaryn was laughing so hard in my head she was practically wheezing. “You’re gonna kill him or climb him like a fucking tree. There is no in between.”I groaned internally as Draken made yet another offhand comment about “spanking insubordinate alphas” and shoved a piece of bread in his mouth like he hadn’t just threatened to start a damn kink war at the breakfast table.“Why is he like this?” I muttered, sipping my tea.“Because the gods are dramatic bitches and so are we.”Touché.I inhaled slowly, letting my eyes sweep the dining hall. It was packed, with keep staff, trial contenders, witches, even the Moon Priestesses. Everyone was watching me, waiting, and wondering what the hell I was going to do about the demon who had swaggered into our lives like a fucking storm with abs.I stood, clearing my throat. The room went silent.“I have an announcement,” I said, my voice steady and, strong. “The gate has been temporarily sealed.”A wave of murmured relief broke through t

Draken POVI wasn’t trying to eavesdrop.Honestly, I was heading to grab something sharp to throw at a tree before this weird house full of hormones and tension sent me into a fucking spiral. But the second I heard her voice, ....my damn demon ears locked on like a bloodhound in heat.And what I heard?Cut deeper than I was ready for.“He won’t come before you,” she said. “But I promise to love each of you equally… because you each deserve that.”Equally. Deserve. Fuck.My jaw clenched. My tail twitched with irritation. Not at her. Never her. At me, for feeling that stupid flutter of something dangerously close to emotion.I vanished into a puff of shadow smoke before I did something regrettable. Like admit that her words hit me in the hollowed out part of my chest I swore was long dead.I reappeared in my bed chamber, if you could call this absurdly large, way too clean suite with a massive fireplace and enchanted lighting a “chamber.” It was a fucking throne room compared to the pit