All Chapters of Be My Second Mate or Die: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Ellie.A lot of things could go wrong, but I didn’t realize it early, because things went on like they were supposed to; Easy but chaoticThe week had been a whirlwind of activity, moving from one pack to the next, meeting Alpha after Alpha. Archer and I had barely had a moment to ourselves, and the responsibilities weighing on both our shoulders felt heavier with each passing day. With the witches still out there, lurking in the shadows, we had to keep every pack on alert, because the rogues may have been dealt with, but only because the witches threw them under the bus. Now we were right where we started with them.I felt Archer’s tension growing with each new meeting, his desire to protect the kingdom burning hotter than ever. He was always calm on the surface, but I could feel the storm brewing inside him because it mirrored my own.Every pack we visited, we left with stern warnings about strengthening their borders, watching for signs of witches or witchcraft. We didn’t have time

Ellie.I followed the guards as they half-dragged Gilly up to her room.My heart was still racing from what had happened, but the shock of it all felt distant—like I was moving in a daze. Beside me, Julie walked with quick, nervous steps, her eyes darting to Gilly, who seemed to drift between awareness and something else.“What the hell is going on?” Julie’s voice broke the silence, and I could hear the tremble beneath her words.“I’m not sure either,” I replied, the weight of uncertainty heavy in my chest, “But we need to get to the bottom of this.”Julie glanced at me, worry etched deep into her features. “I just hope Tristian will be okay.”I sighed, my thoughts flashing back to the moment Gilly had plunged the silver needle into him. “Me too.”When we reached Gilly’s room, Julie and I realized the guards had taken Gilly in already. But as soon as we stepped inside, the sight before us stopped me cold.One of the guards was on the ground, dead. His throat had been slashed, his bloo

Ellie.“There has to be another option!” one of the council members spoke out, his voice echoing in the vast room.I shifted uneasily in my seat, trying to keep my expression neutral, though my heart pounded. The council chamber was colder than usual today, or maybe it was just my nerves making it feel that way.I glanced at Archer, seated beside me, his posture relaxed as if the tense discussion didn’t concern him at all.He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, watching the elders argue like a predator biding its time. His eyes were half-lidded, but I could feel the heat of his simmering temper, ready to boil over at any moment.The council had been at it for nearly an hour now, their voices bouncing off the stone walls as they debated the risk of both the king and queen leaving the palace at the same time. Over a flower, no less.“It’s unheard of,” Elder Morlen grumbled, his bony hand waving through the air, “We can’t have the king and queen gallivanting together o

Archer.The witch’s cackle echoed through the air, and with one last smirk, she vanished into the mist. I clenched my fists, glaring at the spot where she disappeared.The air felt heavy as if the swamp itself had become alive. I exchanged a look with Ellie, her determined expression not hiding the uncertainty we both felt.“We have to go after it,” Ellie said, her eyes locked on the flower.I shook my head immediately, “No. I’ll go.”“I’m lighter. It makes more sense if I do it.” Ellie met my gaze, her voice soft but firm.She wasn’t wrong. I hated to admit it, but with the thick sludge surrounding the swamp, her smaller frame would make the crossing easier.Still, the thought of her out there, vulnerable in that treacherous muck, made my heart pound in my chest.I stepped forward. “Ellie—”“Archer, this is for Tristian. I’ll be fi

Ellie.Archer and I walked into the palace, our boots heavy with dirt, and our clothes looking like they had been through a battlefield—which wasn’t far from the truth.The guards bowed slightly as we passed, but Emma, who always seemed to appear out of nowhere, gasped when she saw us.“My word, look at you both,” she said, her eyes wide. “I’ll have baths drawn immediately.”“No time,” Archer said, shaking his head, “We need to get to the royal hospital.”Emma’s eyes darted between the two of us, concern flickering in them. “Are you sure? You both—”“Yeah,” I interrupted, giving her a weak smile, “It’s urgent, Emma.”She nodded, still frowning, but stepped aside to let us through. Archer was already ahead, his long strides eating up the distance. I had to jog a little to keep up, the urgency pressing down on both of