Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Marked Mate of the Lycan King: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

MY LUNAThe balcony was freezing, but Demetrius didn't pull his cloak tighter. He liked the bite of the air. It reminded him he was alive. For years, he had felt like a statue carved from ice—solid, unmoving, and completely numb. They used to call him the Cold King behind his back. Sometimes, they said it to his face, thinking it was a compliment to his strength.He looked down at his hands. They had signed death warrants. They had held heavy swords. But now, they felt different."You're going to catch a chill out here," a soft voice said.He didn't need to turn around to know it was Esmeralda. Her scent—something like rain and crushed herbs—reached him before she did. She stepped up beside him, leaning her arms on the stone railing."I was just thinking," Demetrius said. His voice was scratchy, deeper than usual."About the meeting tomorrow?" she asked."No," he said, finally looking at her. The moonlight caught the silver in her eyes. "About who I used to be. I was looking at the th

PREPARING FOR WARThe peace of the morning didn't last long. The news of the Omega release had spread like wildfire through the pack, but even as the cheers of the freed workers echoed in the lower village, a darker shadow was moving from the north.Esmeralda stood on the stone balcony, looking out at the horizon. The air felt colder today. It wasn't just the change in season; it was the feeling of something coming. Something loud and heavy."You haven't eaten," a voice said behind her.She didn't have to turn around to know it was Demetrius. She could feel his warmth, a sharp contrast to the biting wind."I'm not hungry," Esmeralda said, her voice small. "Every time I try to swallow, it feels like there’s a stone in my throat. Is it always like this before a fight?"Demetrius stepped up beside her, his hands resting on the stone railing. "It’s different for everyone. For some, it’s a rush. For others, it’s just a long wait for the inevitable.""I don't want them to die," she whispere

GATHERING THE PACKSThe small cabin was warm, smelling of pine needles and the soup simmering on the stove, but the air felt thin. It was the kind of warmth you try to memorise because you know you’re about to leave it for a long time.Esmeralda stood by the heavy wooden table, folding a thick wool cloak. Her movements were slow. She smoothed the fabric over and over again, her mind miles away at the border she had seen in her vision."You’ve folded that three times now," Demetrius said softly.He was sitting on the bench by the fire, sharpening his blade. The rhythmic shing-shing of the stone against metal had been the only sound for twenty minutes.Esmeralda stopped and looked at her hands. "I just want everything to be ready. If we forget something here, we aren't coming back for it."Demetrius set the whetstone down and stood up. He walked over to her, his boots thudding softly on the floorboards. He didn't say anything at first; he just reached out and took the cloak from her han

TRAINING THE OMEGASThe morning mist was still thick on the grass when Esmeralda walked out to the training field. Usually, this place was filled with the sounds of heavy boots and the scent of aggression. But today, the air felt different. It felt heavy with doubt.Standing in a ragged line were the Omegas. Some were young, barely past their first shift. Others were older, with grey fur and tired eyes. In the eyes of the pack, these were the "weak" ones. They were the ones who were told to hide in the caves when the fighting started.Esmeralda looked at them, and her heart ached. She didn't see weakness. She saw survivors."They look scared," a voice whispered behind her.She didn't need to turn around to know it was Demetrius. She could feel his warmth, a steady presence that always seemed to calm her racing heart. He stepped up beside her, his hand briefly brushing against hers—a small, private touch that meant everything."They aren't just scared, Demetrius," Esmeralda said, her v

THE BORDER ARRIVALThe morning sun didn't feel warm. It was a pale, cold yellow that cut through the mist as the pack began to move. There was no music. There were no drums. Just the sound of thousands of feet hitting the soft earth, a steady, rhythmic thud that sounded like a giant heart beating underground.Esmeralda walked near the front. She refused to ride. If her Omegas were walking, she was walking. Her legs ached, and her stomach felt like it was full of cold stones, but she kept her head high.Demetrius was a constant shadow at her side. Every few minutes, his hand would find the small of her back or he would brush his shoulder against hers. It was his way of checking in without saying a word."You're pale," he said softly, leaning in close so the others wouldn't hear."I’m just focused," Esmeralda lied.Demetrius stopped walking for a second, forcing her to stop too. The line of soldiers moved around them like water around a rock. He took her face in both of his hands. His p