All Chapters of The Wrong Mate And The Silver Queen: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

"You cannot be serious."My voice echoed off the stone walls of the northern estate's receiving chamber. I'd returned within hours of my father's threat, determined to confront him, to end this before it began. But what I'd found was far worse than I'd imagined.My father sat in his chair, the binding mark on his wrist still glowing silver, a smug smile playing at his lips. Beside him stood a wolf I didn't recognize—tall, lean, with cold eyes and the scent of foreign lands clinging to his fur."I am entirely serious," my father said. "May I introduce Alpha Draven of the Ironclaw Pack. He's traveled a long way to meet you."I stared at the stranger, my wolf snarling inside me. "I have a mate. I'm bonded. This is pointless.""Bonds can be broken. You of all wolves should know that." My father leaned forward. "The Ironclaw Pack controls the largest territory in the eastern realms. Their army is unmatched. Their resources are vast. An alliance with them would secure your throne for genera

"I found it. Goddess help me, I actually found it."Ivy's voice was breathless as she slipped into my chambers, her hands dusted, her face streaked with grime. She held a small bundle wrapped in oiled cloth, her fingers trembling."The seal?" I was on my feet instantly."Beneath the throne. Exactly where the text said." She unwrapped the bundle carefully, revealing a disc of pure silver, no larger than my palm. Ancient runes covered it, the same symbols that decorated the Silver Codex, and it pulsed with a soft, steady light."The Seal of the Moon Goddess," I breathed."It's beautiful." Ivy stared at it. "And terrifying. I could feel it watching me while I carried it. Like it knew what it was for."I took the seal from her, feeling its warmth spread through my fingers. The Silver Flame inside me surged in recognition, reaching toward the ancient artifact like a long-lost friend."Did anyone see you?""No. The guards were distracted by the council meeting. Everyone's still arguing abou

"There. That's the meeting point."Rowan pointed to a cluster of abandoned buildings half-hidden by overgrown forest. We'd been walking for hours, avoiding roads and settlements, sticking to the wilderness. The bond between us hummed with shared exhaustion and determination."Who exactly are we meeting?" I asked."You'll see." He squeezed my hand. "They've been waiting for this moment for years."The buildings turned out to be an old hunting lodge, long abandoned but recently maintained. Smoke curled from one of the chimneys—a sign of life. As we approached, figures emerged from the shadows: wolves in practical clothing, their faces wary but hopeful."Rowan." A tall, scarred she-wolf stepped forward. Her gray hair was cropped short, and her eyes held the sharpness of a seasoned warrior. "We got your message. Is this her?""This is Selene." Rowan's voice was proud. "The Silver Queen. My mate."The she-wolf studied me for a long moment. Then, slowly, she bowed her head."I'm Brenna. I s

"The wounded are stabilized. The dead are being prepared for burial. We can march within the hour."Brenna's report was efficient, practical. She'd been a soldier long enough to know that grief had to wait until after the battle. I nodded, my eyes scanning the pass where so many had fallen."We leave half our forces here to defend the North. The rest come with me to the capital.""The capital?" Kael approached, his arm bandaged but his spirit unbroken. "You're moving against your father?""I'm moving against everyone who still supports him. The noble houses in hiding. The mercenaries who haven't surrendered. The council members who fled." I paused. "And my father himself. He's been pulling strings from his prison for too long. It ends now."Kael studied me for a long moment. Then he nodded slowly."I'll come with you. The Blackmane warriors will fight beside you.""Your pack needs you here. The North is still vulnerable.""The North has defenders. But you—" He paused. "You need allies

"Your Majesty, the emissaries from the eastern packs have arrived. They're requesting an audience."I looked up from the pile of documents on my desk—land disputes, trade agreements, requests for aid. The work of a Queen was endless, but I'd learned to find peace in the rhythm of it. Every signature, every decision, every meeting was a step toward the kingdom I'd promised."Send them in," I said.The emissaries were wolves I didn't recognize—a young she-wolf with sharp eyes, an older male with a graying beard, a warrior with scars crisscrossing his arms. They bowed as they entered, their expressions a mixture of hope and wariness."Queen Selene," the she-wolf began. "We represent the eastern packs—wolves who've lived under the shadow of the noble houses for generations. We've heard of your reforms. Your justice. Your promise of a new kingdom.""And you want to know if it's real.""We want to know if it's lasting." The older male stepped forward. "We've seen leaders come and go. We've