Todos os capítulos de The Last White Wolf & Her Chosen Kings: Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Daeira POVThe doors to the ballroom opened with a soft enchanted hum, and for a second....I forgot how to breathe.Holy stars.The space had been utterly transformed. Glittering chandeliers floated midair like stardust caught in a wind spell. Dozens of glowing orbs danced across the vaulted ceiling, casting prismatic light over everything. The enchanted marble floor shimmered with constellations that twinkled as people walked, music drifted like silk, and laughter rang out like bells.It was magical.Tarin squealed beside me, damn near vibrating. “THIS IS SO DREAMY I COULD DIE.”I laughed and grabbed her hand. “You better not. You just got married.”She shoved her hand in my face to flash her ring again. “I KNOW! LOOK AT IT!”“You’re a whole ass married woman now,” I teased. “You look stunning, Tarin. That dress is....damn, babe.”“Look who’s talking!” she squealed again, giving me the same once over my mates had. “You look like the queen of hell and heaven had a baby and it was you.

Daeira POVBy the time we stumbled into the royal chambers, I was vibrating with want, every inch of me humming like a string pulled too tight. The grand doors thudded shut behind us, cutting off the ballroom's glittering chaos, leaving just the low crackle of the fire and the heavy rhythm of our breaths. The air tasted like anticipation.Tuxedo jackets hit the floor first, Draken's landing with a soft whoosh that echoed his restrained power. Shoes were kicked aside in a clatter, shirts were yanked open to bare sweat slicked chests and old scars. Riven reached me first, that cocky smirk splitting his face, his storm-gray eyes devouring me like I was the only spark in a dying world. He backed me against the edge of the massive four-poster bed, his fingers already toying with the zipper of my crimson gown. "You strutted around that ballroom like you didn’t know you were the most fuckable thing on the planet," he murmured, his voice rough with want as he dragged the zipper down inch b

Tarin POVThe Library JobThe portal hissed open like a tear in the air, and the moment we stepped through, the scent of aged parchment and candle wax wrapped around me like a spell of its own. The Grand Witch Library wasn’t just big, it was alive. Shelves climbed so high they vanished into enchanted shadow, their wood carved with runes that glimmered faintly when you walked by. Lanterns floated overhead like lazy fireflies, illuminating row after row of magic that was never meant to leave these walls.“This place is better than sex,” Thessaly breathed beside me, her green eyes wide.I shot her a look. “That says more about your sex life than the library.”She smirked. “Not lately, sweetheart. But focus, what are we hitting first?”“The upper stacks. Restricted section.” My voice was barely a whisper as I tugged my hood lower. “We grab the Black Court records, anything on blood curses, and if we can, the royal genealogies.”The marble floor beneath us was inlaid with warding circles,

Daeira POVAuren’s wings sliced through the cold air as he carried me toward the first village. The wind stung my cheeks, but the hum of magic still in my veins from the warding ritual was intoxicating. Below, the lands shimmered faintly where the new wards connected, a pale gold line tracing the edges like the goddess herself had stitched our territory together.The others were taking the long way, either running groundside or waiting for Thessaly to portal them in behind us. Auren banked low, landing in a crouch with me still in his arms. My boots hit the dirt just as Thessaly’s portal flared open nearby, spilling her and Tarin and the guys through in a flash of violet light.We walked the length of the new barrier together, checking for weak spots. Thessaly’s magic sparked faintly against it like testing the strength of steel. Solid. Impenetrable. Nothing’s getting through unless it’s wearing god tier magic or suicidal levels of dark power.“Looks good,” Auren murmured, scanning th

Dee POVThe second village square was alive with movement now. One portal after another shimmered in the air, spilling out crates, barrels, sacks, and bundles. The villagers were thin, and wary at first, but quickly began helping, their hands eager despite the exhaustion in their faces.Lunaryn wagged her tail excitedly in my mind. "We're doing a good thing, little wolf. You make me proud." I actually blushed at that. "Thanks Lunaryn. That means alot."The scent of fresh bread and smoked meat rolled through the open space as food was stacked in neat rows beside the storage huts. Bags of grain thudded onto the ground, and jars of preserved vegetables clinked together in wooden boxes.A ripple of power caught my attention. The witches had arrived.They wasted no time, splitting into groups, each one striding toward a building with purpose. With a flick of their hands, broken shutters straightened, thatched roofs sealed themselves against the elements, and cracks in walls vanished. In so