All Chapters of The Silver Wolf: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Vivienne couldn't stay in the guest suite.After an hour of pacing and staring at the ornate ceiling, she'd ventured out into the corridor. No one stopped her. No one even seemed to notice.So she explored.The Beaumont estate was a labyrinth of wealth and history. Every room she passed was more stunning than the last—a ballroom with crystal chandeliers the size of cars, a dining room that could seat fifty, a conservatory filled with exotic plants and a fountain that looked like it belonged in a museum.She found herself in the portrait gallery, staring up at centuries of Beaumont ancestors. They all had the same aristocratic features, the same pale eyes, the same air of absolute authority.These were wolves who had ruled for generations. Who had shaped European politics and culture and power structures. Who had survived revolutions and wars and the rise and fall of empires.And her father was meeting with their king.Vivienne moved through the gallery slowly, studying each portrait.

That evening, Vivienne found herself in the estate's grand ballroom. Though empty—no party, no guests—the room radiated a haunting grandeur. The ceiling soared overhead, painted with frescoes, alive with wolves, hunts, and scenes of ancient battles. Crystal chandeliers hung like frozen waterfalls, scattering fragments of light across the polished marble floor, which reflected every detail like a mirror. Vivienne stood in the center, slowly turning, her footsteps echoing faintly in the vastness. Through the tall windows, Paris sprawled below—a tapestry of golden lights and distant promise.The Eiffel Tower glittered in the distance, its lights twinkling like a constellation. The Seine wound through the city like a silver ribbon, tracing centuries of history beneath its bridges. Paris pulsed with energy—lights alive in every direction, beautiful and endless. Vivienne pressed her palm to the glass, feeling the city’s heartbeat. This could be hers. Not just the ballroom or the estate, but

Fiona woke to sunlight streaming through the windows and Callum's arm draped acrossher waist. For a moment, she just lay there, watching him sleep. His face was peaceful, relaxed ina way it rarely was during the day. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and hisbreathing was deep and even. He looked exhausted. Guilt twisted in Fiona's stomach.Callum had been sleeping in her bed every night since the rescue. Not in his ownchambers, where he could rest properly. Not in the comfort of his own space.Here. With her. Holding her through the nightmares that came almost every night.Sacrificing his own rest to keep her grounded.Fiona reached out carefully, tracing the line of his jaw with her fingertips. He stirredslightly but didn't wake. She could see the strain in the set of his shoulders, even in sleep. Could see the shadows under his eyes that hadn't been there before the kidnapping. He was exhausted. Worn down. Running on fumes. And it was her fault.The mate bond pulsed betwe

Fiona found her sister in the eastern gardens, sitting on a stone bench beneath aflowering cherry tree. Siobhan was on her phone, as usual, but she looked up when Fiona approached. Her expression brightened immediately. "Hey!" Siobhan patted the bench beside her. "I was just about to text you. Marcus and I are planning a picnic for this afternoon. Want to come?" Enya's excitement surged through Siobhan's mind, bright and playful as always.Sister! Sister is here! The she-wolf practically vibrated with joy, eager to greet hersister Sinead. "Maybe later." Fiona sat down, tucking her legs beneath her. "I actually wanted to talk to you about something." Siobhan's smile faded slightly. "Is everything okay? Did you have another nightmare?" "I'm fine." Fiona hesitated. "Well, not fine. But managing. That's not—I wanted to ask you about your mating ceremony."Siobhan's eyes widened. "My mating ceremony?" "With Marcus." Fiona twisted her hands in her lap. "When are you planning it? What do y

That evening, Fiona found herself standing outside Queen Isolde's private sitting room.Her hand was raised to knock, but she couldn't quite make herself do it.This was it. Once she knocked, once she asked Isolde to help plan the matingceremonies, there was no going back. She'd be committing to facing her fear. To moving forward. To becoming Callum's mate in every way. The thought made her stomach churn with anxiety. But it also filled her with a strange sense of determination.She'd survived the Covenant. She'd survived the caves. She'd survived Matthias Croweand his twisted plans. She could survive this too. Fiona knocked."Come in," Isolde's voice called from inside. Fiona pushed open the door and stepped into the sitting room. It was warm and elegant, decorated in soft creams and golds. Isolde sat by the fireplace, a book in her lap, looking up with surprise when she saw who her visitor was."Fiona." Isolde set the book aside, standing. "Is everything all right?""Yes." Fiona c