All Chapters of The Silver Wolf: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Philip Blackwood stood in King Sebastien’s war room, the flickering candlelight casting long shadows across the table strewn with blueprints and confidential maps. The palace layout sprawled before him, every hallway and entrance meticulously marked. Sebastien, clad in his ceremonial attire, watched Philip with a hawk’s gaze.“The ceremony is in five days,” Sebastien said, his voice low and measured. “Everything is in place?”“Everything,” Philip confirmed, his jaw set. “Garrett is positioned at the ballroom entrance. He’ll intercept both sisters as soon as they arrive—before they have a chance to enter the ballroom, while they’re still accompanied only by the Luna Queen. No guards, no witnesses.”Sebastien nodded, eyes narrowed in approval. “And the Luna Queen?”“She’ll already be inside the ballroom by then,” Philip replied. “The sisters will be the last to enter, per tradition. That gives us a window of approximately thirty seconds—enough time for Garrett to act before anyone notic

The bridal suite was chaos, a whirlwind of motion and sound, the air thick with the scent of hairspray and perfume. Hairdressers, makeup artists, and seamstresses moved around Fiona and Siobhan in a well-choreographed dance that was somehow both frantic and seamless. “Hold still,” the hairstylist said, pinning another section of Fiona’s red hair into an elegant updo, her hands expertly weaving curls and braids. Fiona tried to steady her breathing, feeling the electric buzz of nerves beneath her skin.Across the room, Siobhan was perched on a high stool, her laughter ringing out as she chatted with her stylist, her excitement contagious. “Marcus told me about the security concern,” she said suddenly, her voice lowering as she caught Fiona’s eyes in the mirror. “Are we okay?”“I’m okay,” Fiona said, forcing a smile as she met Siobhan’s gaze. “Ennis has a plan. We’re going to be fine.”We ARE fine, Sinead confirmed, her voice a soothing presence in Fiona’s mind. We’re PROTECTED. We’re RE

The ballroom was breathtaking. Silver and blue decorations adorned Fiona's side, cream and gold on Siobhan's. Flowers cascaded from every surface. Candles flickered in elegant holders.And at the altar, Callum and Marcus waited. Callum's eyes found Fiona immediately, and she felt the mate bond surge with emotion. Beautiful, Triton breathed. Our mate is BEAUTIFUL. Is PERFECT. Is OURS. Through the bond, Fiona could feel Callum's relief—Marcus had told him what happened. Had told him they were safe.The processional seemed to take forever and no time at all.Kieran walked them down the aisle, his pride evident in every step. When they reached the altar, he kissed both daughters on the forehead. "I love you both," he whispered. "Your mother would be so proud."She would, Cian agreed, his voice thick with emotion. So PROUD.Then he stepped back, and Fiona and Siobhan took their places beside their mates.Callum took Fiona's hands, his grip warm and steady. "You're okay?" he murmured, too q

Siobhan couldn't stop smiling.The door to their suite closed behind them with a soft click, and suddenly the noise of the celebration—the music, the laughter, the endless well-wishes—faded into blessed silence. She turned to face Marcus, her new mate, her husband, and felt Enya surge forward with pure, unfiltered joy. OURS, the she-wolf sang. FINALLY OURS. MARKED. MATED. HOME.Marcus was watching her with an expression that made her heart skip—wonder and desire and something deeper, something that made her feel like the most precious thing in the world. "Hi," she said, suddenly shy despite the fact that they'd been together all evening. “Hi." His voice was rough, and she could see Aspen in his eyes—the wolf's fierce devotion layered beneath Marcus's human restraint.Siobhan took a step toward him, then another, until she was close enough to touch. She reached up and traced the fresh mark on his neck—the bite she'd given him during the ceremony, the symbol of their eternal bond. Marcu

Siobhan and MarcusSiobhan woke to sunlight streaming through the windows, Marcus’s arm draped protectively across her waist. Warmth flooded her body, a deep, bone-deep contentment settling into her soul. HAPPY, Enya declared, stretching luxuriously inside her mind. So HAPPY. Mated. Marked. LOVED. Every word pulsed through her bond, echoing the truth she felt with every breath.Marcus stirred beside her, eyelids fluttering open as he shifted closer. When he saw her watching him, he smiled—that slow, devastating smile that made her heart skip and her cheeks flush. "Good morning, Mrs. Ashfell." His voice was rough with sleep, fond and teasing all at once. Siobhan laughed, her voice light with happiness. "I'm keeping Moonstone, actually. Hyphenating.""Good morning, Mrs. Moonstone-Ashfell.""Better."Siobhan leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips. "Good morning." The simple words felt like a promise for the day ahead, golden and bright as the sun outside their window.They la