Chapter 58
Kael POV
The hall still stank of blood and bone ash. The sigil burned across my chest, raw and glowing like fresh-forged iron. Every breath scraped against it, as though the oath itself branded me with every inhale.
Ardyn’s body still clung to mine, fire-damp, slick with s*x and ritual flame. She sat in my lap, her forehead pressed against mine. My mate. My queen. My curse and salvation.
Around us, the wolves knelt. Some in awe. Some in fear. None dared speak.
But I heard the whispers inside my head still. Not from the pack. From her. The Moon. Her voice was gone from the hall, but not from me.
You are mine, Kael. You will see.
The mark across my chest seared in response. I clenched my teeth, hiding the pain. Ardyn’s eyes flicked up at me. She knew anyway.
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