All Chapters of The Kings Forbidden Mate: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

The royal chambers felt smaller, heavier, as if the walls themselves were closing in on the three men trapped inside.Caelan remained on the bed, sheets tangled around his hips, skin still flushed and marked from Lucien’s earlier claiming. His silver eyes flicked between the two brothers — one possessive and protective, the other dangerous and calculating. The mating bite on his neck throbbed visibly, a living reminder of the bond that had started this entire storm.Rowan hadn’t left. He stood near the door, arms crossed, his charismatic smile now twisted into something sharper, more predatory. The return of the exiled prince had brought old jealousy roaring back to life, fueled by Elara Voss’s clever whispers.“You still look at him like he belongs to you alone,” Rowan said, voice smooth but edged with venom. “Even after everything, brother. The packs are restless. Elara is offering them a way out — a second ritual to ‘balance’ the power. Many are listening. They say the Silver Heir

The royal party left the capital at first light, the air crisp and heavy with the scent of pine and distant rain. Hooves thundered against the cobblestone streets as King Lucien led the column on his massive black warhorse, Caelan riding beside him on a silver-maned mare. Behind them rode a small but elite guard, and at the rear — deliberately placed — was Prince Rowan Draven.The road north stretched long and winding, cutting through dense forests and rising toward the jagged peaks of Blackthorn Pass. Caelan kept his silver eyes on the horizon, moonlight threads occasionally drifting from his fingertips to scan the surrounding woods for hidden threats. The ancient power hummed restlessly inside him, warning that eyes were watching.Lucien rode close enough that their knees occasionally brushed. His golden gaze kept flicking between Caelan and the road ahead, jaw tight with barely contained tension.“Stay close to me,” Lucien said quietly, voice low enough for only Caelan to hear. “If

The narrow path of Blackthorn Pass rose steeply between jagged cliffs, the air growing colder and thinner with every step. Mist clung to the rocks like ghostly fingers, and the wind carried the faint scent of smoke and unfamiliar magic. The royal party moved in tight formation, horses snorting nervously as the walls of stone closed in around them.Caelan rode beside Lucien, his silver threads constantly weaving ahead, probing the shadows for traps. The mating bite on his neck still tingled from the night’s passion, a constant reminder of the bond that had brought them here. His quiet intelligence kept him alert, every sense sharpened by the ancient power humming beneath his skin.Lucien’s hand rested on the hilt of his sword, golden eyes scanning the ridges above. “Stay close,” he murmured to Caelan. “If Elara springs her trap here, the pass will become a slaughtering ground. Rowan — keep your eyes open. If you betray us now, I will not hesitate.”Rowan rode just behind them, his expr

Chaos exploded across the clearing at Blackthorn Pass.Steel clashed and shouts echoed off the jagged cliffs as Elara’s warriors surged forward. Lucien met the first wave head-on, his sword a blur of deadly precision, cutting down two attackers in a single sweeping arc. His golden eyes burned with ruthless fury, every movement protecting the space around Caelan.Caelan stood at the center of the storm, hands raised, moonlight threads exploding outward in a brilliant silver dome. The protective barrier shimmered and held, deflecting arrows and blades, but he could feel the strain as Elara’s violet energy hammered against it from the platform.“Rowan!” Lucien roared over the din, parrying a strike and driving his sword through an attacker’s shoulder. “Choose now! Fight with us or against us!”Rowan stood frozen for a heartbeat, blade drawn, his golden eyes locked on Caelan. The conflict on his face was raw — old desire, ambition, and the weight of Elara’s promises warring inside him. Th

The clash at Blackthorn Pass reached its terrifying peak.Silver and violet energy collided in a blinding explosion that lit the entire clearing like daylight. The force of the impact shook the cliffs, sending loose rocks tumbling down the steep walls. Warriors on both sides staggered, some dropping their weapons in awe or fear.Lucien stood on the raised stone platform, sword locked against Elara’s crackling violet barrier. Blood trickled from a cut on his cheek, but his golden eyes burned with unrelenting fury. “You will not touch my mate!” he roared, putting all his alpha strength behind the blow. The barrier cracked under the pressure.Below, Caelan poured everything he had into the moonlight threads. Silver light surged outward in wide, healing arcs, disarming attackers and closing wounds on both sides. His breathing was ragged, sweat pouring down his face, but his silver eyes never wavered.“See what the power truly does!” he shouted, voice carrying over the chaos. “It heals! It