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Chapter Nine: The Night Before
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The horn sounded three times.Elara heard it from the depths of the dungeon—a distant, mournful cry that vibrated through the stone walls and into her bones. Her heart stopped. Then it restarted, hammering against her ribs like a caged bird.He came.She had known he would. She had staked her life on it. But knowing and feeling were two different things. The sound of that horn was Kaelen's voice—a promise of violence, of fury, of the kind of love that burned cities to ash.Derrick's guards had abandoned her cell the moment the first horn sounded. They ran to the walls, to their posts, to the defense of the keep. Elara was alone in the dark, chained to the wall by silver cuffs that bit into her wrists.She tugged at the chains. They held.Outside, the sounds of war began. Distant screams. The clash of metal. The howl of wolves—hundreds of them, a chorus of rage that shook the very air.Elara pressed her forehead against the cold stone. She could not see. She could not fight. She could
Caged by the Wolf King Chapter Nine: The Night Before
Elara did not sleep.The plan lived in her chest like a second heart—pumping fear, pumping resolve, pumping a strange, cold calm through her veins. Beside her, Kaelen slept deeply, his arm still draped across her waist, his breathing slow and even.She had lied to him.Stay with me, he had said. Don't go where I can't follow.She had nodded.The nod was a lie. But the words she had written on his chest—those were true. She loved him. She loved his arrogance and his brutality and the way he held her like she was made of glass and iron at the same time. She loved that he had never once asked her to be anything other than what she was.And because she loved him, she would not let him go to war.Derrick wanted her. Derrick would always want her. As long as she breathed, her uncle would use her as bait, as a bargaining chip, as a reason to spill blood. The only way to end it was to end him.And the only way to end him was to walk into his den alone.Sera was waiting in the eastern corridor
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Elara woke to sunlight and the weight of an arm across her waist.She froze.The arm was heavy. Muscular. Attached to a body that radiated heat like a furnace. A body that smelled like pine smoke and male and mine.Kaelen.He had stayed. He had said he would keep watch, and he had stayed, and somewhere in the night, he had pulled her close. Her back was pressed against his chest. Her head rested on his other arm. His breath stirred the silver hair at her temple.She should have been terrified.She wasn't.For five years, she had slept in kennels, alone and cold, listening for footsteps that meant more pain. For five years, she had curled into a ball and prayed not to wake up. And now, here—in the arms of the most dangerous wolf in the continent—she felt something she had forgotten existed.Safe.It didn't make sense. Kaelen Blackthorn was not safe. He was a killer. A conqueror. A man who had broken arms for speaking against her. He was not safe.But her body didn't care about sense. H
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