The Wolf King's Reluctant Mate의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

Adele The grand hall was too loud. Outside, the war-horns continued to blare loudly, their long wails shaking loose soot and dust from the ancient wooden rafters. Dozens of warriors blurred past us in silver plate armor, the heavy pound of their combat boots vibrating through the freezing stone floorboards. Near the entryway, the body of the rider lay exactly where Bram had laid him. Rowan’s hand remained fixed like an iron vise around my upper arm, his obsidian claws still fully extended, slicing small tears into the fabric of my sleeve. The dangerous, swirling crimson void in his pupils was actively fighting the black pupils. “To the war chamber,” he commanded, his voice dropping into a guttural, jagged snarl that brooked no debate. “Before the enemy breaks in.” I did not offer an argument. We passed through the surging crowd of soldiers, moving rapidly through the heavy oak double doors into the reinforced stone chamber in the heart of the pack mansion. Darius was there alread

The tunnel was dark.I crawled on my hands and knees, cold dirt pressing into my skin. Rowan’s cloak dragged behind me and caught on the rough rock. Every few minutes a fresh jolt of his pain crossed the bond and tightened my chest.I am coming.I could feel exactly where he was. He paced the upper floor of the east tower. His claws scraped stone. Without me near, the pressure inside him pushed harder, trying to take the rest of his mind.The tunnel rose slowly. My bandaged wrists ached with every pull forward, but I kept moving. The air smelled of damp earth and old wood. Water dripped somewhere ahead. I followed the bond the way I used to follow game trails in the wilds—by feel more than sight.After a long stretch my hands touched a wooden panel. Voices came through from the other side.“The Frostfang line has reached the lower pass,” one guard said. “Talon isn’t waiting for any summit.”“The King is locked in the tower losing his mind,” another answered. “The elders are already ta

“Stay back.” My voice was barely audible because of the howling wind, yet I held my head high. I tightened Rowan’s cloak around myself, my fingers sinking into the thick wool fabric. The lead boy leading them laughed, he looked young, probably a few years older than me, but his expression was filled with so much hate. He moved closer, flipping a jagged knife in his hand with ease. "We know exactly what we’re doing, witch. You came here and brought ruin to our King. Now, yellow-eyed demons are advancing to set our homes ablaze. Eric claims your blood can grant us strength. If the King refuses to use you, we certainly will." The others adjusted their positions, their rusty hooks and knives glinting under the moonlight, they were five; trapping me against the frigid stone wall of the rampart. Below us, a steep drop led into the murky valley. “I am not a weapon,” I declared. I tried to reach for my powers but I came up empty. My body was still drained from everything that had already

The note felt heavy in my hand. The dark stain at the corner scraped against my skin. Your sister lives. Trust no one in gold. I stared at the words under the low firelight. Another Erias. If the note was true, she was still out there, and someone inside this place knew about her or knows where she is. The door opened. Sarlen stepped in, he was dressed in white robes, his pupils had changed to gold since the transformation but they looked steady in the dim light. The scent of lavender came with him the way it always had. I closed my fist around the paper. “Father.” My voice came out rough. “How long have you known?” He stopped, then I saw it, a small guilty flinch crossed his face before he could hide it. “Adele—” “The note.” I opened my hand and held the scrap out. “It says my sister lives

The rogue’s voice still echoed in the air.   “Monster.”   The hall erupted into a small hubbub of voices. Some of the younger warriors even drew their daggers. Fear was moving through the crowd like a second wind.   “This is the testimony of a survivor!” the prosecutor called out, raising his voice above the noise. “The Erias line does not bring peace. It brings violence. If she stays bound to our King, she will turn every true alpha into a rabid beast!”   I stepped forward before Rowan could speak for me.   “He is part of a team of rogues who attacked a quiet cabin,” I said. My voice shook at first, but it carried through. “He came to kill my father and take my blood for Eric. He is not a victim. He is a paid killer.”   “Silence,” the head elder snapped from the platform. “You are on trial. You do not speak unless the council allows it.”   I did not step back. The cloak fel