All Chapters of The Emperor Wolf's Lost Mate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

“The moon only blesses the worthy.”Lady Seraphine’s voice had haunted Kaelith for years, always delivered with that cold smile that made every insult sound graceful. Whenever their paths crossed inside Blackthorne Keep, those words followed her like a curse.Tonight, they echoed louder than ever.Rainwater dripped steadily from the towering stone arches overhead as Kaelith hurried across the inner courtyard, clutching the edges of her worn cloak tightly against the freezing wind. The storm sweeping through the fortress carried the scent of wet earth, pine smoke, and blooming night lilies from the eastern gardens, but none of it could calm the restless excitement twisting inside her chest.Tomorrow was the Ascension Rite.By this time tomorrow night, every noble heir across the kingdom of Varethis would stand beneath the sacred moon altar to awaken the beast hidden within their bloodlines. It was the most important ceremony in the empire, the moment that separated ordinary nobles from

“Don’t move.”Lyra’s voice echoed through the tiny apartment as Kaelith stood stiffly beside the cracked window, rainwater still dripping from the ends of her dark hair onto the wooden floorboards.The apartment above the candle shop was so small it barely held enough space for two people to breathe comfortably. Shelves crowded every wall, stacked with wax jars, bundles of dried herbs, and half-melted candles that filled the room with the comforting scent of cinnamon smoke and lavender.Normally, Kaelith loved this place.Tonight, however, everything felt distant and unreal, as though the world she knew had shattered hours ago and left her standing inside the ruins.Lyra kicked the door shut behind her before tossing a bundle of clothes onto the bed.“You look like death crawled out of a river,” she announced bluntly. “We’re fixing that first.”Kaelith wrapped her arms around herself weakly, still feeling hollow from everything that had happened.“I shouldn’t even be here.”“Correct.”

The vomiting started again before sunrise.Kaelith barely reached the wash basin before her knees slammed painfully against the wooden floor. Her stomach twisted violently, sending another wave of nausea crashing through her body until bitter water burned the back of her throat.Nothing else came up.Only pain.She gripped the edge of the basin hard enough for her knuckles to turn white while uneven breaths shook her chest.Behind her, Lyra groaned sleepily from the bed.“That better not be death,” she muttered into her pillow. “Because I am far too tired to bury anyone this early.”Kaelith leaned her forehead against the cold metal basin and groaned weakly.“I hate you.”“No, you don’t.”Another painful spasm bent Kaelith forward instantly.Lyra sat upright at once.“Okay,” she said more seriously, pushing tangled red braids away from her face. “That one sounded real.”Kaelith stayed crouched there for several long moments, breathing unevenly until the nausea finally eased enough for