All Chapters of Rejected By My Mate, Claimed By The Lycan king : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

AUTHOR'S POV Before breaking the red wax seal on her mother’s letter, Zaria decided she desperately needed a breath of fresh, cool night air away from high vaulted stone ceilings, stifling court etiquette, and endless legal treaties. Dressed in simple traveling tunics, soft leather boots, and dark woolen trousers, she and Cassian slipped quietly out through the palace’s private side gates. They stepped into the lower city for an informal stroll through the bustling Citadel night market, completely free from the heavy, suffocating presence of uniformed royal guards trailing behind them.The winding cobblestone streets were vibrant, warm, and alive with energy, humming with the steady chatter of evening merchants, the rich aroma of roasting spiced meats, and the soft, golden illumination of hundreds of glowing paper lanterns stretched on ropes between the tall stone buildings. Away from thrones, crowns, and political maneuverings, the atmosphere between them felt remarkably light, natu

AUTHOR'S POV The iron door of the greenhouse swung open with a soft, rusted creak that broke the quiet inside. Cassian stepped over the threshold, his leather boots coming down carefully on the stone path so as not to startle her. He paused a few paces back, his broad shoulders set with a clear, hesitant tension. It was almost strange to see him like this—a powerful king who had conquered northern mountain passes and broken rebel lines without flinching, walking into a quiet glass room as if the floor beneath him might shatter.Maeve gave Zaria a subtle, knowing nod. She patted Zaria's shoulder softly, picked up her wicker basket, and slipped quietly out through the rear garden door. The click of the latch echoed through the humid space, leaving only the sound of water dripping into a stone basin and the soft rustle of the moon-berry vines above them.Zaria stood by the wooden bench, the delicate silver blossom Maeve had given her resting between her fingers. She looked at Cassian—re

AUTHOR'S POV The heavy double doors of the Black Marble Cathedral swung wide, and the thunderous murmurs of thousands of gathered guests instantly vanished into a dead, reverent silence. Every visiting Alpha, pack leader, and high elder stood in breathless awe as Zaria stepped over the threshold into the nave, flanked by Luna Selene and Maya on either side. Sunlight filtered through the grand stained-glass windows, catching the intricate silver thread of her dark gown and illuminating the luminous aura surrounding her skin. She walked with effortless grace—no longer a guarded survivor hiding from her past, but the undisputed Silver Queen of the South.At the far end of the long stone aisle, waiting beside the ancient altar, Cassian stood taller than ever. His broad chest rose and fell in heavy, deliberate breaths, his golden eyes fixed entirely on her as she made her way toward him. The grand cathedral, the thousands of watching eyes, and the monumental weight of the crown completely

ZARIA'S POV I slipped out from under Cassian’s heavy, warm arm with painstaking care, holding my breath as I eased my feet down onto the cool hardwood floor. He shifted with a low, contented grunt, pulling a pillow into his chest as he settled deeper into sleep, completely oblivious to my movements.I pulled on a simple cream knit sweater, dark trousers, and soft leather boots, binding my silver hair back into a loose braid.The Citadel was quiet at dawn, the air sharp with the crisp bite of autumn off the northern peaks. I walked down the stone stairs to the private, high-walled courtyard, where the morning sun was just beginning to burn through the mountain mist.Helen, Maya, and Luna Selene were already there, gathered around a round wrought-iron table with a steaming pot of spiced tea between them."Look who finally decided to join the mortals," Maya grinned, resting her chin in her hand as I pulled out a chair. "Or should I bow? Is that required before breakfast now, Your Majest

ZARIA'S POV Lucius’s words hung in the damp air of the archives like a death sentence.The silence that followed was suffocating. I stared at him, my heart slamming against my ribs with such violence it felt like it would break bone."Explain," Cassian commanded, his voice dropping into a terrifyingly quiet, dangerous register. The air around him bristled with raw Alpha pressure, making the flames on the nearby wall sconces flicker low.Lucius swallowed hard, leaning heavily against the dark wood of a tall bookcase as he fought to draw air into his lungs. "It happened about two hours ago deep inside the third level of the Obsidian Mines. We don't know how, but Cynthia managed to splinter a raw chunk of anti-magic obsidian from the tunnel wall. She forged a crude, jagged shank out of it."My blood ran cold. "An anti-magic blade.""She caught the head overseer off guard during the mid-morning rotation," Lucius continued, his voice shaking. "The raw stone nullified his wolf before he co