Semua Bab The Kings Forbidden Mate: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Moonlight spilled through the tall arched windows of the royal chambers, bathing the room in a silvery glow that seemed to answer the ancient power stirring within Caelan. The palace lay quiet under the late hour, but tension crackled through every corridor like distant thunder. Lucien stood near the balcony doors, his powerful frame silhouetted against the night sky, golden eyes scanning the darkened noble quarters where lanterns still burned in hushed meetings. The bond between them pulsed with shared vigilance, a living thread that kept them connected even in silence.Caelan sat on the edge of the wide bed draped in rich furs, his dark robes loosened after their earlier intimacy. The mating bite on his neck was visible now in the privacy of their chambers, a mark of possession that both comforted and reminded him of the price they paid. His silver eyes reflected the moonlight as he let the old royal strain flow more freely through his veins. The power no longer felt like a distant

The following morning brought a fragile calm to the palace that felt more like the eye of a storm than true peace. Servants moved with hurried steps, their eyes downcast, while extra guards patrolled every corridor. News of Caelan’s public demonstration of ancient power had already spread through the noble quarters like wildfire. Some whispered of miracles. Others spoke of curses and impending doom.Caelan walked the upper terrace with Lucien, the cool breeze carrying the distant scent of rain. The capital stretched below them—marble spires, winding streets, and the outer walls that now felt less like protection and more like a cage closing in. His dark robes fluttered slightly, the silver trim catching the pale sunlight. The mating bite on his neck remained openly visible, a bold declaration after yesterday’s audience.Lucien kept a possessive hand at the small of Caelan’s back, his tall, broad-shouldered frame a solid wall of strength beside the omega. Golden eyes scanned the horizo

The palace had become a battlefield of whispers and steel overnight. Torches burned through the early hours as loyal guards reinforced every entrance and corridor. News of the chaotic council session spread like wildfire through the capital and beyond. By morning, banners of open defiance appeared on several noble estates—wolves in crimson fields instead of the silver Draven crest.Caelan stood in the war room with Lucien, maps of the kingdom spread across the long table. His silver eyes traced the shifting lines of allegiance marked in red and black ink. The ancient power still surged unpredictably within him, moonlight threads flickering at the edges of his vision even now, showing fresh fractures spreading outward from the capital like cracks in glass.Lucien leaned over the table, broad shoulders tense beneath his armor, golden eyes burning with ruthless fury. “Rowan has secured the support of the eastern and northern houses. They march under the banner of ‘restoring tradition.’ F

The valley had transformed into a slaughter ground within minutes. Howls tore through the air as lycans from both sides shifted partially, claws and fangs flashing under the harsh midday sun. Steel rang against steel. Arrows whistled like angry hornets. The scent of blood, sweat, and wet earth mixed with the raw power rolling off shifting bodies.Caelan clung to Lucien’s back on the massive war stallion, his arms locked tight around the king’s armored waist. The bond between them burned like a live flame, feeding him strength even as the ancient power surged wildly in his veins. Moonlight threads extended across the battlefield like invisible silver veins, tugging at the resolve of Rowan’s soldiers. Some rebels faltered mid-charge, eyes widening with sudden doubt as visions of a stronger, unified kingdom flashed in their minds—restored lands, packs thriving under a king whose forbidden bond had proven unbreakable.But the power demanded a price. Caelan’s vision blurred at the edges. A

The return march to the capital stretched over three long days, the loyal legions moving as a single, disciplined force. Captured rebels marched in chained columns behind them, a visible reminder of the price of betrayal. Banners of the silver Draven wolf flew high once more, but the air carried an undercurrent of unease. Victory in the valley had broken Rowan’s immediate army, yet whispers of lingering discontent traveled faster than the column itself.Caelan rode beside Lucien at the head of the procession, no longer hidden behind the king but openly at his side. His gray mare had been replaced by a steadier mount, and he sat tall despite the lingering exhaustion from unleashing the ancient power on the battlefield. The mating bite on his neck remained uncovered, a deliberate statement to every soldier and noble who watched. The bond between them pulsed steadily, warm and possessive, feeding quiet strength back and forth.Lucien rode his massive black stallion, armor polished but st