The Kings Forbidden Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 211 - チャプター 220

The royal party crested the final hill as the sun dipped low, bathing the capital in hues of crimson and gold. The city sprawled below them like a living beast — banners fluttering, smoke rising from countless hearths, and the distant roar of crowds already gathering in the streets. Word of the confrontation at Blackthorn Pass had traveled faster than hooves.Caelan rode beside Lucien, his silver robe dusty from the long journey, the mating bite on his neck still faintly visible beneath the collar. His body ached from the battle and the constant drain of power, yet his silver eyes remained sharp, moonlight threads drifting subtly around his fingers as he scanned the approaching gates.Lucien sat tall on his warhorse, one hand resting possessively on Caelan’s thigh whenever the path allowed. A fresh scar marked his shoulder where Elara’s blast had struck, but the wound had healed cleanly under Caelan’s threads. His golden eyes swept the road ahead with ruthless vigilance.Behind them,

The grand throne room crackled with barely contained tension, the weight of centuries of tradition pressing down on every soul present.Caelan stood at Lucien’s right side, silver robe immaculate yet carrying the invisible weight of the long journey and battle. The mating bite on his neck was deliberately visible, a bold statement to the entire court. His silver eyes moved calmly across the assembled nobles, moonlight threads drifting subtly around his fingers, sensing every shift in emotion and hidden agenda.Lucien occupied the central throne like a conqueror, his powerful frame radiating raw authority. The fresh scar on his shoulder stood out against his dark tunic — a visible reminder of the price paid at Blackthorn Pass. His golden eyes swept the room with cold calculation, one hand resting possessively on the arm of the consort’s throne.Elara Voss knelt in the center of the hall, wrists and ankles bound in heavy chains, her violet eyes still blazing with defiance and ambition.

Fifteen years had passed since the final victory at the Crown of Bones.The kingdom had changed.Dravenhold was no longer a city scarred by war. New districts had risen where ruins once stood. The palace gardens bloomed year-round with night-blooming jasmine and silverpine roses. The trade routes were busy again, carrying goods from the western border to the southern territories. The packs had learned to live with the new reality: a king who ruled with both strength and love, and a consort who had once been sent as tribute but now stood as an equal.Caelan walked the familiar path through the palace gardens with Lucien at his side. Their fingers were loosely entwined. The silver band on Caelan’s finger caught the moonlight with every step. The mating bite on his neck had long since faded to a pale, permanent mark — a cherished scar that told the story of a bond that had survived war, rebellion, and the weight of a kingdom.Elara, now fifteen, walked a little ahead with her younger bro

Fifteen years had passed since the final victory at the Crown of Bones.The kingdom had changed.Dravenhold was no longer a city scarred by war. New districts had risen where ruins once stood. The palace gardens bloomed year-round with night-blooming jasmine and silverpine roses. The trade routes were busy again, carrying goods from the western border to the southern territories. The packs had learned to live with the new reality: a king who ruled with both strength and love, and a consort who had once been sent as tribute but now stood as an equal.Caelan walked the familiar path through the palace gardens with Lucien at his side. Their fingers were loosely entwined. The silver band on Caelan’s finger caught the moonlight with every step. The mating bite on his neck had long since faded to a pale, permanent mark — a cherished scar that told the story of a bond that had survived war, rebellion, and the weight of a kingdom.Elara, now fifteen, walked a little ahead with her younger bro

Fifteen years had passed since the final victory at the Crown of Bones.The kingdom had changed.Dravenhold was no longer a city scarred by war. New districts had risen where ruins once stood. The palace gardens bloomed year-round with night-blooming jasmine and silverpine roses. The trade routes were busy again, carrying goods from the western border to the southern territories. The packs had learned to live with the new reality: a king who ruled with both strength and love, and a consort who had once been sent as tribute but now stood as an equal.Caelan walked the familiar path through the palace gardens with Lucien at his side. Their fingers were loosely entwined. The silver band on Caelan’s finger caught the moonlight with every step. The mating bite on his neck had long since faded to a pale, permanent mark — a cherished scar that told the story of a bond that had survived war, rebellion, and the weight of a kingdom.Elara, now fifteen, walked a little ahead with her younger bro