Todos os capítulos de Reborn Before the Mark: I Married His Wolfless Uncle: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Caelan’s shift had barely begun when one of his riders seized the doorframe. Claws had already torn through Caelan’s gloves and scored the wood, leaving both Moonridge riders as witnesses to the loss of control.“Blackwater is under attack.”The alarm cut through the room before jealousy could become violence. Lorelai moved first. “Caelan, take your riders to the southern approach and keep the road open. Karl comes with me.”Caelan’s wolf still pressed behind his eyes, but he stepped back from the threshold. His men watched him do it.Within minutes Lorelai was riding with Caesar’s code, reserve maps, and secured evidence. The Blackwater outpost was already burning; the captured route and Caesar’s code had led Noctis there first.“Do not use the front road,” Lorelai ordered as she dismounted. “They are waiting for us to reinforce through it.”A crossbow bolt struck the gatepost. Karl pulled Lorelai behind stone and checked her quickly; she answered by checking the bandage loosened over

Karl stayed on the archive bench after Lorelai admitted their marriage had begun with her secret too.His bandaged forearm rested across one thigh. Lorelai stood between his knees, close enough to feel his body heat. Karl kept both hands on his thighs rather than reach for her.“What secret?” he asked.Lorelai crossed to the archive door. She checked the corridor through the narrow opening, then shut the door and turned the key.The click sounded final. Karl’s attention followed her back to the table. Lorelai placed both palms against the old Crownspire reports.“I died.”Nothing changed in his face at first. Then his hand closed over his knee.“Explain.”“In another life, I stayed in Moonridge.”Karl stood abruptly. The bench shifted behind him. Lorelai lifted one hand.“Do not interrupt until I finish.”Karl held back whatever he meant to say and stayed where he was. Lorelai lowered her eyes to the campaign map beneath the reports, but Crownspire blurred into meaningless lines.She s

By sunrise, Lorelai’s house had a hole in the roof and no guards at the door.Two roof tiles were missing where the infiltrators had entered, the office shutter hung from one hinge, and a burn mark stopped below the shelf that had held the bait records.Repair crews crossed the open lane without Karl’s command insignia. The shift slate showed Maria had chosen the roof workers, Edda the lock team, and no one had closed the street.Inside, the fire flask was still sealed and the trampled bait pages lay where the infiltrators had dropped them.The carpenter produced Maria’s authorization, timed after dawn. The roof sentinels had returned to regular duty under Lorelai’s own temporary order.Karl had not extended the protection. No fighter watched her windows or reported who entered. After Blackwater, the absence felt exposed—and unmistakably hers. Lorelai crossed into the office.The damaged support beam beneath the roof had cracked where one in

Morning proved that sharing Karl’s bed had cost Lorelai nothing she had not chosen. He opened the door without asking her to stay, and she crossed Greyhaven alone in the cold light, the warmth of his body still pressed into her memory.Her key opened the repaired house. The alarm line, administrative keys, independent account, and certified annulment counterpart were exactly where she had left them. The night had changed none of her legal or practical freedom.Maria entered by the agreed rear signal with the morning register beneath one arm. Her gaze touched the crease Karl’s shirt had left against Lorelai’s sleeve, then moved politely to the ledger.“The western patrol requested another weapons allotment.”“Were the damaged weapons returned"”“Most of them.”“Most is not a count.”Maria opened the register. “Three blades are still listed in the field. The captain says the river route requires heavier replacements before second bell.”

Karl waited between Lorelai’s knees, one hand at her waist and the other linked with hers.His thumb moved once over her fingers.“Tell me.”“Slowly. And no mark.”His fingers closed around hers, then eased.“No mark.”“If I stop—”“I stop.”“Good.”Lorelai drew him up.Karl pressed his mouth to her knuckles before he rose.She closed the remaining distance herself.She kissed him.Karl answered hungrily, but he did not hurry her.Karl traced her sides while Lorelai opened his shirt and found the bandage beneath it, warm skin surrounding wounds he had taken in her place. He caught her hand.“Not there.”“Pain"”“Yes.”She moved her hand higher, and Karl released her at once. The admission made her want him more. He did not have to perform strength for her.Lorelai eased the shirt from his shoulders without disturbing the dressings. Bruises and healing