Semua Bab How I Met My Mates: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The holographic projection of the falling capital flickered out, leaving only the grim, cold glow of ten thousand kneeling legionnaires in the subterranean vault.Silence pressed down on us, heavy and suffocating.The image of those black-sailed warships in the royal harbor—and the terrifying, mechanized shadow-beasts tearing through the outer gates of the Grand Citadel—was burned into the back of my eyes."Supreme Archon Vane," Asher said, his voice dropping into a low, deadly register. His hands, still stained with his own blood from the pedestal's interface, clenched into tight fists. "He wasn't just funding Julian. He was using the High Council's execution to create a power vacuum, waiting until we marched our primary Reaper garrisons past the Iron Wall.""He let us pull the vanguard north," Dominic growled, his stormy silver eyes flashing with a raw, predatory rage. He held me tightly against his side, his fingers digging into my hip as if physically anchoring me to the earth. "H

The ancient voice broadcasting across the harbor carried an intolerable weight—a frequency so primordial it made every glass pane left intact in the Grand Concourse shiver, then powder into dust.Dominic’s broadsword cut through the throat of the last Sunfang guard on the dais before he whirled, his stormy silver eyes locking onto the harbor bay. Blood dripped down his dark leather brigandine, but his focus was entirely consumed by the titan rising from the black depths of the sea.The warship wasn't made of wood or modern steel. It was cast from deep-sea iron, shaped like a sleeping Leviathan, its hull encrusted with centuries of barnacles, runic kelp, and glowing crimson ley-lines. As the water cascades rolled off its iron spine, the crest flying at its main mast caught the violent light of the burning city: an obsidian dragon coiled around a split crescent moon.The lost mark of House Valerius. The Eastern Sovereign Line."Impossible," Asher breathed, stepping over the corpse of

The sudden silence in the five-fold bond cut deeper than any blade.Where Kaelen’s warm, steady Alpha pulse had vibrated just seconds prior—a heavy anchor at the base of my skull—there was now only a void. Cold, hollow, and screaming with static."Kaelen!" I gasped, clutching my throat as my knees buckled.Dominic caught me before I hit the marble deck, his strong arm wrapping tightly around my waist. His own face was ghostly pale, his jaw locked so hard the tendons stood out like corded steel. He felt it too. We all did. The bond hadn't severed—it hadn't snapped into the absolute stillness of death—but it had been forcibly dampened, dragged into a deep, abyssal dark."He's breathing," Dominic growled through gritted teeth, his silver eyes flashing with a terrifying, wild desperation. "His heart is beating. But something is blocking the link.""It's the containment field," Asher said, his voice strangely flat as he lowered his rifle. He wasn't looking at the sky where the unnatural bl

The sheer pressure radiating from the nine-foot titan shattered every glass ornament left in the study.The air instantly turned frigid, smelling not of sea salt or ozone, but of old dirt, wet fur, and iron that had rusted over a thousand winters. The monster's grip around Maeve's throat was absolute; her scepter clattered onto the iron floorboards, its spinning red orb sputtering like a dying candle as she clawed uselessly at the titan's rusted gauntlet."Maeve!" I gasped, instinctively taking a step forward.Dominic’s broadsword cleared its sheath with a ringing clang, his imposing frame interposing itself between me and the nightmare that had just breached the stern window. His stormy silver eyes flared into a terrifying, white-hot Alpha light, his muscle memory taking over even as his instincts screamed at him that the thing standing before us wasn't a wolf.It was a god of a dead world."Elara, stay back!" Dominic roared, shifting his grip on the hilt, his boots digging into the

A cold, heavy knot tightened in my gut. The tactical nightmare was staggering. If the regional packs in the North believed Kaelen was leading this new force, they wouldn't resist—they would join them. The entire Northern province would fall into the Primal King's hands without a single drop of blood being shed in combat.Behind us, Maeve let out a raspy, painful cough, stirring against the damp wooden planks.Zane instantly shifted, pressing the flat of his blade against her throat before she could even open her eyes. "Don't move, princess. You've got some explaining to do before I decide whether to drop you back in the harbor."Maeve gasped, clutching her bruised neck, her long black hair soaked and plastered to her cheeks. She looked up at the burning warship, then at the empty harbor street where the star-metal legion had vanished, her golden eyes filled with an unbearable, hollow defeat."I told you..." Maeve choked out, her voice trembling with an emotion that sounded terrifying