All Chapters of Mated To The Rogue King: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Cara povI wiped the sweat from my brow and sighed, leaning against the edge of Brian's bed. The clinic was quiet except for the faint rustling of leaves outside. It had been a week since Brian fell into a coma, it was like a gloomy veil covered the whole of mafians wolf pack. the pack had sunk into a gloomy, restless state. Cases of theft and robbery were a predominant situation these days.The once-unshakable Mafian Wolf Pack felt fractured, its foundation weakened without its Alpha.My gaze lingered on Brian’s face, pale and motionless, his strong frame looking smaller and more fragile than ever. I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “You’re stronger than this,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “You always have been.”But no matter how many times I said those words, no matter how many sleepless nights I spent trying to heal him with the powers I had come to fear, nothing changed. Rather I would exhaust my strength and fall asleep by hisside, only to conti

Cara's POVThe piercing sound of the war drum echoed through the air, sending chills down my spine. All around me, the arena descended into chaos. Brian stood tall, unwavering, his piercing gaze scanning the scene with the sharpness of a predator. The once vibrant faces of the Mafian pack, the people who had gathered for what should have been a resolution to Jules’ rebellion, were now etched with fear and determination.A sudden cry rang out. That was the shout of war acceptance. Warriors and rogues in their wolf form. streamed into the clearing, their weapons glinting in the dim light. I instinctively moved closer to Brian, my heart pounding as adrenaline coursed through my veins. Garreth’s arrival with Brian’s elite warriors was supposed to have tipped the balance, but fate had other plans. Emerging from the shadows like a tidal wave, enemy forces flooded the arena, their banners bearing the mark of the Council. And another symbol I can not make out. Like a sign of three wolves inte

Cara’s POVThe air was thick with tension, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps as I faced the chaos unraveling before me. The lifeless bodies on the floor, the metallic scent of blood, and the cold, taunting gaze of Ryder filled me with dread. Emily was fighting valiantly, but Ryder’s strength was terrifying. He toyed with her as if she were a mere annoyance.I gripped the broken pipe tighter, my knuckles white from the effort. My body trembled, my fear nearly paralyzing me. My mind screamed for me to do something, anything, but I was frozen, helpless as the fight raged around me.Debby?She stood with blood dribbling from her small sharp blade. She snucked from the back of the man. Killing him instantly and catching everyone by surprise. Even Ryder had to pause to see what was going on. He seemed caught off guard, his usual smirk replaced with a look of mild surprise, and the way his eyes widened didn't escape my notice.She was garbed in a loose, simple white gown that had an e

Cara’s POVHe had not considered our love. Or at least what we had. Brian threw it all away just to satisfy his guilty conscience. These thoughts kept repeating in my head, for I was knelt in the rubble outside the town hall, my knees buried in the cold dirt, staring at nothing. The sun rose and fell, the air shifting from frigid to unbearably hot, but I didn’t move. I couldn’t. The world around me blurred into an indistinct haze of sorrow, pain, and the heavy scent of ash and blood.Two days had passed, though time had lost its meaning to me.I could hear them. The people. Wailing for their dead, crying for those they would never see again. Mothers screamed for their children; fathers searched desperately for their sons. It was a communion of heartbreak, piercing through the already suffocating silence of a battlefield long abandoned.A man’s voice rose above the cries. his hoarse and broken voice resonated with my heart that was already broken. “No! No, it can’t be her! Please, not

Cara’s POVI shook my head, too stunned to speak. The masked figure was offering me a strange vial. I was speechless.“Your abilities” she repeated. This time, there was an urgent tone in her voice. But I was still skeptical about accepting the strange gift. I racked my head to know why she looked so familiar, but it came out blank.I took a step back instinctively, weary of the content in the vial. I am not a fan of secret substances that's in a vial. But looking at the figure who just stood there, staring at me intensely, I didn't perceive any animosity from her. Besides the fight, she was so powerful that if she wanted, she would just force the vial down my throat without seeking any consent.Taking a deep breath, I accepted the gift.“Good,” she said, then like how she had come. She disappear into the bushes, making me as confused as I could ever be. But my mind was already made up. I sniffed the substance, but it had no smell. It was just a colorless liquid, the size of the drop