Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Silver Wolf: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Callum was running late.The council meeting had gone longer than expected, with his father insisting they reviewevery detail of the new security protocols around Moon River Pack. By the time they'd finished,it was already ten past two. Fiona would be waiting in the gardens.He moved quickly through the palace corridors, taking a shortcut through the less-traveled eastern wing. He'd apologize for being late, maybe bring her flowers from thegarden to make up for it. He was thinking about which flowers she'd like best when Vivienne stepped out of a side corridor, directly into his path."Callum! Perfect timing."He stopped short, barely avoiding a collision. Triton immediately bristled with irritation.Not her. Not now. MATE is waiting."Vivienne. I'm actually in a hurry—""This will only take a moment." She moved closer, her hand landing on his chest.Triton's reaction was instantaneous and violent. Wrong. Wrong touch. NotMate. Get off.Simone purred with satisfaction beneath Vivi

The night stretched endlessly.Fiona sat on the floor of her suite, her back against the locked door, listening to Callum'sbreathing on the other side. He'd stopped talking hours ago, but she could still feel himthere. Waiting.The mate bond pulsed between them—a living thing that ached and burned anddemanded she open the door, let him in, let him explain, but every time she closed her eyes, she saw it again. Vivienne pressed against him. Vivienne's hands on his chest. Vivienne's face tilted up toward his, intimate and familiar and wanted. The image was seared into her mind, playing on repeat like a nightmare she couldn't wake from.He tells me everything, Vivienne had said. Fated mates don't always work out.Someone who actually belongs here.Fiona had been so stupid. So naive. She'd actually started to believe that Callum wanted her. That the mate bond meant something beyond duty and obligation. That she could have this life, this future, this man who looked at her like she was p

"I love you," Callum said, and his voice was raw, stripped of all pretenses. "Fiona, I'm inlove with you. Not because of the mate bond. Not because of duty or obligation.Because of you."Fiona's breath caught."I love the way you paint," Callum continued, his thumbs brushing away her tears. "Theway you get this look on your face when you're creating something, like nothing else inthe world exists. I love your strength, the way you protect your family even when it costsyou everything. I love your stubbornness, even when it drives me crazy.""Callum—""I love that you're terrified, but you face it anyway. I love that you're broken, but you're stillfighting. I love that you see the world in colors and light and beauty, even wheneverything around you is dark."His forehead pressed against hers, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And I love thatyou're mine. My mate. My future. My everything."Fiona's hands came up, gripping his wrists. "But Vivienne—""Means nothing to me," Callum s

Marcus was in the palace library, reviewing security reports when Ennis found him."Got a minute?" Ennis asked from the doorway.Marcus looked up, immediately setting the papers aside. "Of course. Come in."Ennis closed the door behind him, and Marcus felt his wolf stir uneasily. There wassomething in the other man's posture—not quite threatening, but definitely serious."Is everything alright?" Marcus asked carefully. "That depends." Ennis crossed his arms, leaning against the closed door. "I wanted to have a conversation with you. Brother to brother.""Alright.""Siobhan is the most important person in my life," Ennis said, his voice quiet but intense."She's my baby sister. I've been protecting her since the day she was born. I've scaredoff boys who looked at her wrong, I've threatened pack members who made heruncomfortable, and I've spent eighteen years making sure nothing and no one everhurt her." Marcus nodded slowly. "I understand.""Do you?" Ennis pushed off the door, taki

The attack came at dawn.Kieran Moonstone was in his study reviewing patrol reports when the first howl split themorning air—not a greeting or a warning, but a battle cry.He was moving before the sound faded, shifting mid-stride as he burst through the frontdoor. His wolf was massive, dark gray with silver threading through his fur, and he hitthe ground running.The pack grounds were chaos.Rogues poured through the eastern border—at least fifty of them, maybe more. Theymoved with coordinated precision, not the wild, desperate attacks of typical rogues.These were trained. Organized. Covenant.The word burned through Kieran's mind as he crashed into the nearest attacker, hisjaws closing around the rogue's throat. Blood filled his mouth. The rogue went downhard.Around him, his pack warriors were already engaged. He could see them fighting inpairs and trios, using the defensive formations they'd drilled for years. And beyond them,moving like shadows through the trees, were the