Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Marked Mate of the Lycan King: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

A Small ConfessionThe candle on the desk was low, its wick drowning in a pool of hot wax. Outside the tent, the camp was mostly silent, save for the rhythmic crunch of boots on gravel as the night sentries made their rounds.Esmeralda stood at the entrance for a long moment, the tray in her hands feeling heavier than it should. She watched Demetrius. He wasn't the "Iron King" right now. He looked like a man who hadn't slept in three days. His shoulders were tight, and his hair was a mess where he’d been running his fingers through it in frustration.She took a step forward. The floorboards of the temporary command center creaked.Demetrius didn't look up. He didn't even move a muscle, but his voice was dry and raspy. "You’re late with the tea, Esmeralda.""I waited for the water to boil properly," she said softly. "You usually complain if it’s lukewarm."She walked over and set the tray down on the only clear corner of the massive table. Her eyes instinctively darted to the center of

Shared DangerThe path back from the scouting mission wasn't supposed to be dangerous. They were close to the camp—close enough to see the flickers of the watch fires against the canyon walls. The tension in Esmeralda’s chest had started to loosen, just a little.Demetrius rode at the front, his head turning occasionally to check the ridges. He looked tired. The lines around his eyes seemed deeper in the moonlight."You're too quiet," Demetrius said, slowing his horse so he was side-by-side with her."I’m thinking," Esmeralda replied."About the path? Or about what happens when we use it?""Both," she admitted. "And about how much I want to sleep for three days straight."Demetrius actually chuckled. It was a short, dry sound, but it felt real. "When we win this, you can sleep for a month. I’ll make sure no one wakes you.""Is that a promise, King?"He looked at her, his expression softening. "It’s a promise, Esmeralda."Suddenly, the horses reacted. Esmeralda’s mare shied to the left

Training Touch The morning air was crisp, but I was already sweating. My hands were still wrapped in light bandages, a constant reminder of the silver net from two days ago. They didn't throb as much now, but they felt stiff.Demetrius stood a few feet away, watching me. He wasn't wearing his heavy armor today. He just had on a simple tunic and breeches, which somehow made him look even more dangerous. Without the metal plates, I could see the way his muscles moved with every breath."Again," he said. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it.I lifted the wooden practice sword. It was light, but after an hour of swinging, it felt like lead. I lunged forward, trying to mimic the move he had shown me."No," he said, stepping out of the way before I was even close. "You’re leading with your shoulder. You’ll be off-balance before you even strike. If I were a hunter, I’d have you on the ground by now."I wiped sweat from my forehead with the back of my arm. "I'm trying. It’s not as

THE COLD FRONTThe sun came up, but it didn't feel like a new day. It felt like the continuation of a long, bad dream. I hadn't slept more than an hour. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Selene’s pale face and her sharp, pointing finger.I stayed in my tent until the shadows grew short. I kept waiting for Demetrius to come in, to tell me he was sorry for how things ended last night, or just to hold me without saying anything. But he didn't come. Instead, a young messenger stood outside my flap."The King requests your presence at the assembly, My Lady," the boy said. He wouldn't look me in the eye. He stared at his own feet."The assembly?" I asked, my heart hammering. "Now?""Yes, My Lady. Everyone is gathering."I smoothed out my tunic. It was wrinkled, and I felt small. I walked out into the bright light, and the silence hit me first. Usually, the morning was full of the sounds of breakfast fires and clinking armor. Today, it was quiet. People were standing in rows, waiting.Demet

THE WATCHER The meeting with the elders had been a circle of voices that wouldn't end. Every time I spoke of unity, they spoke of blood. Every time I mentioned the future, they brought up the past. My head was pounding, a dull drumbeat behind my eyes that matched the heavy rain hitting the roof of the council hall."He is distracted," one of the elders whispered, thinking I couldn't hear."He is compromised," another answered.I slammed my hand on the table. The wood didn't break, but the sound was enough to make them jump. "I am right here. And I am tired of hearing about what I am or am not. The scouts say the Southern borders are moving. That is what we should be talking about."But even as I spoke, I felt it.It started as a small itch in the back of my mind. Then it grew into a sharp, cold needle. A shiver went down my spine that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. My bond with Esmeralda was usually a soft hum, a background noise I had learned to ignore when I ne