All Chapters of Tangled In Scales: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The hut was warm, filled with the gentle hum of afternoon life. Sunlight streamed through the open windows, casting golden patches across the wooden floor where Freya sat in a large wooden chair, her presence both regal and weathered.The years had softened her once-imposing features, though her sharp eyes still carried remnants of her past sins.Ishaan hadn’t fully forgiven her—not yet—but the rawness of his anger had faded into something quieter, something worn down by time. Ashwin knew his mate well enough to see that, even if Ishaan wouldn't outright say it.Ashwin, exhausted beyond measure, lay sprawled on the fur-covered bed, his body still recovering from childbirth. He was napping, though one of the quadruplets was latched onto his nipple, suckling with slow, steady motions. The other three slept soundly beside him, tiny chests rising and falling in unison.On the floor, Kai and Koa, the ever-curious twins, sat cross-le

The warm afternoon breeze carried the scent of damp earth and crushed herbs, a mixture of life and decay that Hayden had grown used to in the healer's grove. He stood beneath the canopy of an ancient banyan tree, its gnarled roots weaving into the soil like veins, steady and unyielding. A group of young naginis gathered around him, their smooth, iridescent scales catching the dappled sunlight as they listened with rapt attention.“This,” he held up a dried leaf between his fingers, its edges crisp and fragile, “can help with fever, but it must be boiled with a bit of—”The sharp crunch of footsteps over loose gravel made him pause. Then, a voice—breathless, panicked—split through the tranquil afternoon.“Nagi!” The servant’s voice cracked, raw with urgency. “The leader—he—” His chest heaved as he struggled for air. “The leader is dying!”For a second, everything around Hayden blurred. The murmuring students, the filtered golden

The glaciers stood vast and unyielding, their icy peaks stretching high into the heavens, glistening under the pale light. Beneath them, crystalline waters flowed, cold and pure, untouched by time. The air was crisp, biting against the skin, and the silence was heavy—almost sacred. Yet, hidden beneath the frosted surface of serenity, tension crackled like lightning in a storm, waiting to unravel.And then, it did.Hayden's scream shattered through the frozen expanse, a wretched sound that broke through the heavy silence with such force that the ground itself seemed to tremble. The jagged walls of solid ice groaned, splintering under the weight of his anguish before they cracked apart in violent succession. Chunks of ice fell like shards of broken glass, cascading around them in a deadly downpour.Ishaan moved first.Without hesitation, he lunged, grabbing Hayden by the waist just as another mass of ice crash

Ohas' golden-hazel eyes shone with an intensity that had never been there before. It was almost a year later and the sickness that had once drained him of his strength, his will, his very life, had vanished. His skin was warm again, no longer cold and brittle, no longer laced with the veins of the curse that had once gripped him. He was whole. He was alive.And right now, he was watching Hayden move above him, his gaze locked onto the way his mate's sweat-slicked body trembled with every bounce.The sight was mesmerizing—Hayden, flushed and radiant, his long hair clinging to his back and chest in damp waves, eyes hooded and lips parted as he panted. Every movement sent a rush of pleasure between them, a slow, teasing drag of heat that had Ohas gripping Hayden’s hips with reverence.He was healing well, but Hayden still insisted he drink the disgusting bitter concoctions he had prepared. Ohas had refused—until his cunning mate

The moons hung high in the sky, casting mixed hues over the dense jungle, the scent of damp earth and blooming nightflowers thick in the air. A soft breeze rustled the leaves as Imara slithered through the shadows, her long, pale hair shimmering like silk against the deep green of the foliage.She knew he was near before she even saw him.A strong arm shot out from the darkness, wrapping around her waist and pulling her against a warm, solid chest. Imara gasped, her hands instinctively pressing against the hard muscle beneath her palms.“You’re late,” Irvin murmured, his voice rich and low, vibrating through her.She huffed, tilting her head up to meet his gaze, the moonlight catching the sharp planes of his face, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. His hair, usually tied back, was loose in places, strands framing his angular jaw.“I had to be careful,” she whispered, though her pulse quickened from more than just the secrecy