บททั้งหมดของ The Rejected Mate's Curse : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

**CAMILLA’S POV**Two days had passed, and the weight of the situation hadn't lifted. Every hour seemed to drag on with dread, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was unraveling around me. I kept trying to find another way out, another solution, but none presented themselves. The people were restless. Rumors were spreading like wildfire, fueling anger and confusion. The tension in the air was palpable, and everywhere I turned, there was chaos. The fighting had escalated—more brawls in the past two days than the entire month before. It was as though the kingdom was slowly fracturing.A soft gurgle from the bassinet broke through my thoughts. Aurora was peacefully sleeping, her tiny form still and serene. I glanced at her, feeling a tightness in my chest. I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving her, but I had no choice. She would be safe with Christine, and Audrey was already with her, but still, the anxiety gnawed at me. It wasn’t just the meetings I feared—it was the unkno

**RYKER’S P.O.V**It was the quiet that got to me. The kind of quiet that settled deep inside, slowly suffocating me, filling the space with a growing sense of dread. Camilla was lying in that bed—our bed, no less—motionless, and it tore at me, piece by piece. It wasn’t just the endless days of waiting or the overwhelming tasks that I was shouldering alone; it wasn’t even the constant worry that she might never wake up. It was the children.Audrey didn’t understand. She was too young to grasp why her mother wasn’t moving, why her usual questions were left unanswered, or why her playful days with Camilla had come to an abrupt halt. She had asked, with that innocent curiosity that tore me apart, if Camilla was going to be like Leanor. She didn’t understand death yet—she only knew that when people left, they never came back.Aurora was even harder to bear. A child who used to cling to me every waking moment, she now pushed me away, her tiny body rejecting my embrace. She screamed endless

CAMILLA’S POV Two days. That’s how long it took for Ryker to let me out of bed, and even then, it came with strict instructions not to overexert myself. He was worried—beyond worried, actually. His eyes lingered on me more than usual, shadowed by the weight of what had happened. He acted as though one wrong step might shatter me completely. The only people allowed near me were Christine and the girls. Audrey was the first to see me once Ryker finally relented. She barreled into me with so much force I nearly toppled over, her tiny arms clinging to my waist like she never wanted to let go. “You’re not going with her,” she whispered, voice muffled against me. “You’re not leaving like she did.” The words hit me like a dagger to the chest. My throat tightened as I hugged her closer, stroking her hair as if that alone could soothe her fears. I wanted to tell her she was right, that I wasn’t going anywhere, but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. Because it wasn’t true. One way o

Camilla’s P.O.V“You’re back earlier than I thought,” I remarked, stepping out of the water, droplets trailing down my arms. “I assumed you’d need more time.”Ryker’s expression remained unreadable as his piercing gaze met mine. “I would have, had you stayed. I was holding back for your sake, Camilla. The moment you left, it took me five minutes to make him talk. He was practically begging for mercy.”His words sent a shiver down my spine, not from fear but from the stark reminder of who he truly was—brutal, unyielding, and feared by many. “Are you afraid of me?” he asked, his tone laced with something close to curiosity.I shook my head, though my breath caught when he stepped closer. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he raised a hand, but he paused when he noticed the blood staining his fingers. His hand fell to his side.“I should clean up,” he muttered, almost to himself.I nodded and moved toward the door, the tension still heavy in the air. Before leaving, I hesitated, a quest

CAMILLA’S P.O.VThe days ahead were a whirlwind of tension and restless anticipation as we rooted out more of Frederick’s men. Some fled into obscurity, their trails cold even as our spies hunted them through the forests. Others vanished as if the earth had swallowed them whole. The city braced itself, hearts collectively clenched with fear. Frederick’s silence was a sinister omen, a dark calm before a storm we couldn’t predict. Ryker, ever my anchor, whispered assurances that we would be prepared no matter what he conjured. Yet a shadow of dread clung to me. Frederick had blindsided us before—his cunning was a blade that always found its mark, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that his next strike would cut deeper than ever.We fortified the palace, securing every entrance and sealing the tunnels beneath. Even so, doubt festered in the cracks of my resolve. The elders convened with us, a chorus of blame and cowardice, their empty words filling the air like stale smoke. I marveled at m