All Chapters of His Human Second Chance Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

DAVIESThe eastern archive smelled like dust, candle smoke, and secrets that should have stayed buried.I stood near one of the massive stone shelves while Ethan flipped through another stack of ancient records beside me, his expression growing darker with every parchment he opened. Rain hammered relentlessly against the narrow tower windows overhead, turning the entire archive cold enough to seep into my bones.We had been down here for hours.And the deeper we searched, the worse everything became.“These records make no sense,” I muttered, dragging a tired hand across my face.Ethan didn’t look up. “They were never meant to.”The candlelight flickered across the table between us where dozens of documents now lay scattered in complete disorder. Ancient wolf dialect. Ritual records. Elder testimonies. Fragments of histories that had clearly been hidden deliberately.My eyes landed again on the same sentence that had been haunting me since morning.*The chosen vessel must possess seal

LENORAThe wedding preparations began before the echo of my rejection had even fully faded from my bones.I stood in the grand tailoring hall of the western wing, surrounded by bolts of silks in ivory, gold, and silver, while seamstresses moved around me with forced cheerfulness that did not reach their eyes. The air smelled faintly of lavender dye and heated iron from the pressing tables, but all I could focus on was the tightness in my chest that refused to ease no matter how still I stood.Xarian sat elegantly on a raised chaise near the center of the room, one leg crossed over the other as she flipped through design sketches like she was selecting art pieces rather than planning a life I had once foolishly allowed myself to believe could be mine. Her voice carried smoothly across the hall, calm and confident, every instruction delivered like it had already been approved by fate itself.“Extend the neckline slightly,” she said without looking up, tapping one of the sketches with a

LENORAOrion stood there unmoving, his expression carved into something I no longer recognized. Not anger. Not softness. Not even confusion. Just control, layered over whatever he refused to show me anymore.And something inside me finally broke at the sight of it.“You don’t get to act like that,” I said quietly at first, my voice shaking despite my effort to steady it.His gaze shifted slightly. “Act like what?”“Like you care,” I snapped, louder this time. The words cut through the courtyard air sharply enough that even distant guards paused in their movements. “Like you have any right to stand there and get jealous over who I speak to.”Orion didn’t react the way I expected. He didn’t deny it.He didn’t even look offended.Instead, his voice came out flat, cold in a way that made my stomach tighten. “I don’t care.”I blinked, and I almost thought I misheard him. Then he repeated it, slower this time, like he wanted me to fully understand. “You can do whatever you want.”Something

ORIONThe council chamber had never felt this suffocating before.Voices blended together around me in endless discussion, nobles debating ceremonial routes, military positioning, alliance negotiations, and seating arrangements for a wedding I could barely force myself to think about without irritation clawing beneath my skin. Scrolls covered the long obsidian table, each marked with royal insignias and wax seals, yet every word spoken faded into meaningless noise the longer the meeting dragged on.“Your Highness?”I blinked once and lifted my gaze toward the elder seated across from me.He cleared his throat awkwardly. “The southern delegates are requesting confirmation regarding the unity vows.”“Approve it,” I answered flatly.A pause followed.“The vows have not been reviewed yet,” another council member added carefully.“Then review them,” I said, colder this time.Silence settled briefly across the chamber before the discussion resumed, quieter now.I leaned back in my chair and

DAVIESEleanor’s room still smelled like perfume and polished vanity.It was the kind of scent that lingered too long, sweet enough to feel intentional, as if even the air had been trained to behave politely around her. Ethan pushed the door shut behind us without a sound, his expression already hardened into something sharper than I had seen in weeks.“We shouldn’t be here,” I said quietly, though my voice lacked real conviction.Ethan didn’t look at me. “We already crossed that line the moment we stopped trusting her.”That answer settled uncomfortably in my chest as I stepped further inside.The room was immaculate, too immaculate. Nothing was out of place, nothing disturbed. A carved vanity stood against the far wall, mirrors polished to perfection, reflecting candlelight in soft golden fragments. The bed was made with military precision, pale fabric smoothed down as if no human had ever dared disturb it.Eleanor always kept everything controlled.Even now, that control felt suffo