Whoops, His Mistress Crashed Our Wedding. Mine Didn't novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83

The Veil between the realms felt thin today. I could sense souls brushing its edge like they wanted to be free. Layah leaned back in the smaller throne I’d conjured beside mine. It suited her, dark stone with clawed legs and flames licking subtly along the arm,s and Layah? She ruled her chaos like she was born for it. My Kings stood before me, silent, waiting for my nod.

“You know your roles, let’s get some stuff done so we can get back,” I said softly.

Xavier vanished first, no flourish, just absence. The shadow slipping between planes. Haiden followed, spinning a glowing dagger from thin air as he stepped through a portal.

Levi muttered something I didn’t catch, then dissolved into his portal, and Noah smirked, of course. He cracked his knuckles like he was going to war with the concept of peace, then gave me a wink before vanishing in a flare of heat and red sparks.

I exhaled and turned to Layah.

“You good?” I asked.

She grinned. “Always.”

“Keep them in line?”

“Obviously.”

She pushed up, muscles rolling under her skin. The sound of her paws as she disappeared into the shadows.

I stayed in the throne room. I would have the leaders of the forgotten come today.

Layah, Filtered Through Envy’s Senses

I couldn’t see her, not directly, but our link was sharp now. Subtle vibrations, images, instincts bleeding into my awareness. She was with Xavier, still and silent in the mists between worlds. Layah padded behind him, watching as he reached out to each soul with cold certainty. She didn’t speak much. Neither did he. But I felt a brush of curiosity, a flicker of dry humor from her. And beneath that, a soft thread of something quieter. Respect.

When she got to Haiden, he was warm and chatty. Layah’s presence there was more felt than seen, a stalking calm in a place. I caught a flash of her smirking at a demon assistant. Haiden’s exasperated patience. Her laughter echoed faintly in the background. She brought balance there, even if it was just by existing.

Levi. Cold. Judgment. Stillness. Layah prowled his corridors like she was looking for cracks. She didn’t find any. But the souls flinched in their pods when she passed. Levi met her with that unreadable calm he wore like armor. There was something there, though. A flicker of challenge. Maybe respect. Maybe a warning.

With Noah, the heat hit hardest. Fire and screams, Layah didn’t flinch. She met it with a grin. Walked right through it like she belonged. Noah’s energy flared when he saw her, too pleased, too wild, but she met him head–on, brushing him off with that cocky confidence she always wore. They talked. She left. But the grin lingered on Noah’s face long after she disappeared.

Yep, this whole hellhound being able to roam in her own form was definitely going to be useful.

The throne room had grown quiet in their absence, but never still. Power shifted constantly here, thick in the air like smoke and shadow. I’d spent the last hour meeting with various creatures who governed the forgotten. Shifters, demons, fae–born hybrids who’d earned their place among us. Most brought good news: stable flow, orderly transitions, groups that pulsed with balance, but a few reported…glitches. Sectors experiencing unrest. Souls are going rogue. One camp had even reported a growing hunger that had nothing to do with lack of food, something darker, older, whispering in the bones of the place. Another spoke of a pocket of corrupted spirits that had begun chanting in syne, trying to summon something unnamed. I listened. I took notes. And when needed, I issued orders.

“All your kings are still in one piece,” she said with a casual shrug, flopping into the throne beside mine with all the confidence of someone who belonged there. “Well–fed. Mostly behaved.”

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