บททั้งหมดของ The Chubby Fated Mate of the Demi- God Wolf: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The night air in Vaelora was heavy, carrying the scent of rain and smoldering energy. I stood on the balcony of Raelthorn’s upper tower, fragment humming faintly in my veins, hollow thrumming in response. Even from here, I could feel the pulse of the city, the tension, the whispers, the unsteady currents of supernatural politics that swirled like a storm ready to break.“You sense it too,” Thane said from behind me, fragment glowing faintly as molten gold traced along his arms. His presence was grounding, tethering, the bond between us pulsing insistently. I could feel him through the hollow, every heartbeat, every shift of energy, every surge of molten magic.“I do,” I whispered. “Something’s coming. I can feel the wards trembling… and not just from normal disturbances. This is deliberate. Someone wants us exposed.”He nodded, jaw tight, molten energy coiling like restrained fire. “And they’ll get what they want if we’re not careful. Tonight, Null Blood isn’t just protection, it’s th

The Morning in Raelthorn arrived cautiously, like the estate itself was unsure whether it deserved peace.Light filtered through fractured windows repaired overnight by witches whose hands still trembled. Stone bore faint scorch marks where divine energy had kissed too close. The wards hummed, and not softly, but alert, layered thicker than ever before.And beneath it all, the hollow in my chest stirred, restless.I stood in the inner sanctum, fingers pressed to the cool glass overlooking Vaelora. The city moved as it always did, and vendors opening stalls, messengers darting through streets, fae lights drifting lazily between towers, but I could feel the difference.They knew.Not the details, not yet. But power left ripples. And last night, Raelthorn had sent a wave through the supernatural world that would not go unnoticed.“You should be resting.”Thane’s voice came from behind me, low and steady. The bond stirred at the sound of him, molten warmth brushing the hollow like a promi

The first crack didn’t come from the enemy.It came from within.I felt it before dawn, an off-beat tremor in the hollow, subtle but wrong, like a heartbeat skipping a breath. I bolted upright, breath sharp, Null Blood surging instinctively as if to smother a fire before it could ignite.The bond flared.Thane.I was out of bed and down the corridor before my feet fully registered the stone beneath them.His door stood open.Too open.“Thane?” I called.Heat slammed into me.Not warmth, and pressure. Molten energy churned through the chamber, licking the walls in golden arcs that left glowing fissures in the stone. His fragment was active. Too active.Thane stood at the center of the room, shirtless, head bowed, fists clenched at his sides. Lines of molten gold raced across his skin like fractures in cooling metal.“Don’t come closer,” he said hoarsely.I ignored him.The hollow flared in response, Null Blood flooding outward as I crossed the threshold. The pressure shifted immediatel

The rain didn’t soothe Raelthorn.It sharpened it.Water streaked down obsidian towers like veins laid bare, lightning briefly illuminating ward sigils that now burned brighter than they ever had before. The estate wasn’t just defended anymore, and it was listening.And so was I.I stood alone in the central nexus chamber, bare feet on the etched stone, the hollow quiet but alert, like a predator at rest. Since the cascade reset, something inside me had changed, and not expanded exactly, but clarified. The noise was gone. In its place was precision.Control without strain.That terrified me more than chaos ever had.“You’re awake.”Thane’s voice reached me before his footsteps did, the bond announcing him like a familiar star rising in my awareness. He looked different too, and fragment lines calmer, more integrated, molten gold threaded deeper beneath his skin instead of blazing on the surface.Stabler.Stronger.“So are you,” I said.He stopped a few paces away, studying me with an

The silence the Prime Anchor left behind was heavier than any battle.It pressed into the walls of Raelthorn, into the marrow of the stone, into the hollow inside me until even breathing felt deliberate, and measured, conscious, almost defiant. The nexus chamber still hummed with residual awareness, wards dimming in hesitant increments, as though unsure whether they had been dismissed or abandoned. Power lingered like the afterimage of lightning behind closed eyes.I finally pulled back from Thane.The bond didn’t loosen. It never did anymore. It simply adjusted, and quiet, constant, intimate, and settling into a new configuration that felt less like a tether and more like shared gravity.“They’re afraid,” I said softly, the words barely disturbing the air.Thane didn’t pretend not to know who they were. His molten gaze remained fixed on the scorched sigils where the Anchor had stood. “Good.”I shook my head. “No. Afraid systems don’t retreat. They corner. They justify.”He turned to