The chosen ones.

Chapter 11.(when mates meet).

I try to scream
But my head is under water...- unknown.
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Tiberah entered the grand hall, and for a moment, it was as if time itself had frozen. Heads turned in awe, not just because of her stunning presence but the energy she carried into the room. She was someone who naturally commanded attention, and tonight, she was practically radiant. The room’s air thickened with admiration as she walked in, her poise unbroken by the stares.

Not far behind, Desdemona made her entrance. She wasn’t one to normally shy away from a spotlight, but tonight, even she seemed humbled. Maynard, whose gaze had been fixed on Tiberah, shifted slightly when Desdemona appeared. His lips curled into an unconscious smile. “She’s pretty,” he muttered to himself.

Moments later, Maelle arrived, leaving the entire hall in stunned silence. She was known for being cold, emotionless even, but tonight, draped in golden fabric, she looked like a goddess. For the first time, people saw her not as the icy figure they knew but as someone who could take their breath away.

Dracon, having been mesmerized by Tiberah from the moment she arrived, walked toward her almost as if in a trance. When he reached her, she glanced up, her piercing eyes holding his for a second longer than usual. “I know it’s stupid,” she said quietly, “but if you laugh, I’ll end your life on the spot.”

Dracon’s face softened into a genuine grin. “Yeah, stupifyingly beautiful,” he replied, completely ignoring her threat. The corner of Tiberah’s mouth lifted, and while it wasn’t quite a smile, it was close enough to send a ripple of warmth through Dracon.

On the other side of the room, Dylan was growing restless, his eyes darting toward the door every few seconds. He was clearly waiting for someone, but no one else knew who it was. Except for Tiberah. Sensing his impatience, she excused herself from Dracon and made her way to him. “You need to breathe,” she teased softly. “She’ll be here.” Dylan nodded, still keeping his eyes locked on the door.

Meanwhile, outside the palace, Ryan parked his car with a reluctant sigh. “Honestly, it’s pointless coming here without Saff,” he muttered.

Violet, sitting beside him, rolled her eyes but spoke kindly. “We all miss her, Ryan, but if you want to do yourself some good, you need to let go. The fortunes already said you’d be assigned a new mate. Who knows? She might even be as wild as Saffron.”

Ryan’s mood lifted slightly. “Thanks, V. You always know how to calm me down.”

Violet, eager to avoid the topic further, hurriedly changed the subject. “Oh, come on, Ryan, we’re going to be late!” She quickly got out of the car, her steps light and excited as she made her way toward the festival arena.

Ryan knew Violet was anxious to see Dylan. He sighed as he got out of the car and followed her, but the thought of Saffron lingered in his mind. “If only someone was as excited to see me as she is to see Dylan,” he mused.

Inside, Violet’s eyes immediately sought Dylan, her heart pounding the moment she spotted him. Gathering her composure, she walked over and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. “Hey,” she said, her voice steady despite the nerves bubbling inside.

Dylan turned around, a cup in hand, and upon seeing her, promptly choked on his drink. His coughing fit was uncontrollable, and all he could think was, “Please let her be my mate. Lord of wolves, giver of mates, she’s divine.”

Across the room, Ryan had wandered closer to where Tiberah stood. She was deep in conversation with Dracon, though her face remained as impassive as ever. Dracon, on the other hand, was animated, gushing over her, completely unaware that Tiberah looked like she’d rather be anywhere else.