《The Kings Forbidden Mate》全部章節：第 131 章 - 第 140 章

The Frozen Teeth stood silent in the pale spring light as the royal party began the long descent back toward the capital. Rowan rode in chains at the center of the column, heavily guarded and stripped of all symbols of power. His once-charismatic presence had withered into bitter silence, his eyes burning with defeated hatred whenever they fell on Caelan.The journey south felt lighter than the ride north. The border packs that had joined them along the way now rode with genuine loyalty, their banners mixed with the silver Draven wolf. Word of Rowan’s capture spread ahead of them like spring wind, reaching villages and holds before the column arrived. Everywhere they passed, people gathered to watch — some cheering, others simply staring in quiet awe at the Silver Consort who rode openly beside the king.Caelan felt the change through the moonlight threads. The dark strands that had once pulled toward Rowan were fraying and snapping. New, brighter threads of loyalty were forming, root

The royal study was bathed in the golden light of late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the sunbeams that slanted through tall arched windows. Maps of the rebuilt kingdom lay spread across the heavy oak table, marked with fresh ink showing newly loyal territories and repaired trade routes. Yet the conversation in the room had moved far beyond borders and logistics.Caelan sat in the wide window seat, legs tucked beneath him, a leather-bound tome of ancient lycan bloodlines open on his lap. The ancient power hummed softly within him, moonlight threads idly tracing patterns across the pages as if the book itself responded to his touch. His silver eyes were thoughtful, brows slightly furrowed as he absorbed the old texts.Lucien stood behind him, one large hand resting on Caelan’s shoulder, thumb absently stroking the side of his neck just above the mating bite. The king’s presence was a solid, reassuring warmth, but tension coiled in his broad frame.“The scholars confirm what the threa

The night of the full moon arrived wrapped in a hush of silver light. The royal palace had been prepared with meticulous care over the preceding days. Servants and scholars worked in silence under strict orders, transforming one of the oldest, deepest chambers beneath the palace into the ritual space described in the ancient texts. The air carried the faint scent of moon-blooming night jasmine, dried lunar herbs, and polished silver. Caelan stood at the center of the circular chamber, barefoot on the cool marble floor inlaid with intricate lunar runes. He wore only a simple white robe of the finest silk, open at the front to bare the mating bite on his neck and the smooth planes of his chest. His silver eyes reflected the soft glow of dozens of silver lanterns arranged in a perfect circle around the room. The ancient power within him thrummed with anticipation, moonlight threads already drifting lazily from his fingertips, weaving through the air like living starlight. Lucien stood o

The royal palace had settled into a rhythm of cautious hope over the following weeks. Spring had fully blossomed into early summer, filling the gardens with vibrant color and the air with the sweet scent of blooming jasmine and roses. Reconstruction continued at a steady pace, but a new, softer energy had taken hold — one centered around the quiet anticipation that now filled the royal chambers.Caelan sat in the sunlit window seat of the private solar, legs tucked beneath him, a light silk robe draped over his frame. His hand rested gently over his lower abdomen, where the faint spark from the Moonbinding ritual had grown into something more tangible. The ancient power no longer felt like a separate force — it had become a protective cocoon, wrapping the tiny life within him in threads of silver light.The first flutter had come three nights ago — a delicate, butterfly-soft movement deep inside. Caelan had woken with a startled breath, tears pricking his silver eyes as he realized wh

Summer had deepened its hold on the capital, bringing warm golden days and balmy evenings filled with the scent of ripening fruit and blooming night jasmine. The palace gardens were in full glory, a riot of color and life that mirrored the quiet miracle unfolding within the royal chambers.Caelan stood before the tall mirror in the dressing room, hands gently cradling the now-obvious swell of his abdomen. The child had grown steadily over the past weeks, the flutters evolving into stronger, more distinct movements — little kicks and rolls that made Caelan pause with a soft, wondrous smile. The ancient power had adapted perfectly, wrapping the growing life in a constant cocoon of silver threads that nurtured and protected it, drawing strength from both Caelan and Lucien through their unbreakable bond.He was six months along now, the curve of his belly rounded and unmistakable beneath the flowing silk robes he favored. The healers visited daily, but the power itself seemed to guide the