All Chapters of Silent Howls: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Liora’s P.O.V.The sunlight spilled gently across my room, warming the edges of the bed where I sat, wrapped in soft blankets. For a full week, I had obeyed every one of Carla’s instructions strictly. The medication and complete rest made me feel myself again, clearing the fog from my mind.The palace had been unusually tense. Cassian, buried in his work as always, barely had a moment to himself. Vampires had tested our borders twice, small ambushes meant more to threaten than kill. I really hoped that these skirmishes would end soon!Leaning closer to the window, I let the morning sun touch my face. The cool breeze carried the scent of the city waking, and for a fleeting moment, the world felt peaceful. Not to mention the warm, buttery aroma that flooded the room, followed by the sound of a breakfast tray. Glancing at the beautiful scenery outside, I spoke lightly.“Stacy, put the tray and come here. That’s a hummingbird on...” Suddenly, a realization hit me hard!Stacy wasn’t her

Cassian’s P.O.V.Well, I was against that bond-blocker shit!Every instinct in me rebelled at the mere thought of Liora wearing a bond-blocker. She didn’t deserve to endure something so vile, so unnatural for me.After all, I wasn’t a kid who needed protection on the battlefield!So, I used every possible reason to convince my stubborn little fawn, assuring her that injuries and distractions were a part of the war. I never wanted her faith to bend just because of me. However, it was all in vain!Liora simply rejected my reasoning. She said if the world demanded sacrifice, it should be hers. Not mine.Unbelievable!And like it wasn’t enough, my lycan was infuriatingly calm. He didn’t utter a single word to convince our mate. I couldn’t take it any longer and snapped at him when we were finally alone. “How can you leave me alone in the arguments, Warg?”My voice raised an octave as I accused him. “You know that the bond-blocker is dangerous for our mate. But still, you let her wear i

Liora’s P.O.V.The war had stolen the castle’s voice. Even from my chambers, I could feel an oppressive silence, punctured only by the distant echoes of hurried footsteps and murmured prayers. Every hour that passed without news tightened something around my chest, making it harder to breathe. Cassian’s being out there made it difficult to focus on anything. I tried to stay hopeful, not to picture him bleeding or the way his jaw clenched when he was hurt and refused to show it. But my heart wasn’t at peace. The bond was quiet, all thanks to the bond-blocker, yet my heart throbbed relentlessly as if it knew something my mind didn’t. Even so, I forced myself to act normal and ate even when my appetite disappeared.“I have to stay strong,” I reminded myself with each meal. Because when Cassian would return victorious, I wanted him to see me healthy. It would be a surprise for him to see me without any illness. The sun was behind to dip with a soft crimson hue when the door of my roo

Liora’s P.O.V.Peace didn’t come to me loudly. It settled into me quietly like a deep breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding. After meeting Damon, something shifted. The sharp edge between Lady Giselle and me dulled, not gone but no longer cutting. Apparently, the situation in the palace remained under control, but still I stayed cautious. In the following days, I kept to my chambers, avoiding harem halls and wandering eyes. After the humiliation at the prayer ceremony, it was better to distance myself from home politics. The other thing I focused on was the lycans’ traditions, the main reason for my embarrassment. Lady Giselle thought me ignorant. I had to prove her completely wrong. So, the palace’s library became my refuge as I spent most of my day there, reading ancient scrolls and books. The history of lycans, queens, and battles fought long before Cassian completely captivated my attention. As I learned more about the history, the traditions gradually made sense, the r

Liora’s P.O.V.Lady Giselle’s question hit me harder than any insult she had ever thrown my way. My mind went blank, my cheeks burning so fiercely that I was sure the heat was visible. For the record, I had never spoken out about such matters loudly, not even with Stacy. What happened between Cassian and me belonged to us only. This time, my silence seemed to agitate Giselle. Before I could gather myself, she sat on the bed and grabbed my hand firmly.“As the head of the harem ladies,” she said briskly, unfazed by my discomfort, “it’s my duty to ensure that royal women serve their men properly in bed.”My stomach dropped as she asked, her voice businesslike and blunt in a way that made my skin crawl.“So tell me, how many times a week do you fulfill your marital duty? I am not asking about childish affection or oral. I mean, the proper sex.”And that was it!Something inside me snapped, not in anger, but in sheer humiliation. I pulled my hand back, my fingers trembling as I clasped