Whoops, His Mistress Crashed Our Wedding. Mine Didn't novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84

The throne room shimmered around us, shadows folding in as I stepped down from the obsidian dais. Xavier’s hand never left mine, his touch grounding me like frost to flame. I turned to Layah, who stretched lazily beside her throne, her smirk promising chaos if I hesitated even a breath longer.

“Let’s go,” I said softly, but the magic behind it snapped like a command. The air cracked. A portal bloomed open and we stepped through together.

The Underworld fell away and my mother’s kingdom rose before us. The familiar warmth of my mother’s domain wrapped around us like silk spun from sunlight and starlight. Unlike the molten dark of my throne room, Elira’s court was carved from crystalline trees and breathy clouds, suspended in impossible harmony above the land below.

Mum stood waiting, her gaze sharp. Beside her, my grandmother….Madra sat on a throne made of flowering roots, eyes half–lidded in watchful disapproval…or maybe amusement. I could never quite tell with her. She’s…complicated. I have to wonder if most witches are like this.

“Mum,” I greeted, my voice cool but not cold. “Grandmother.”

“Elira,” Noah said with a sharp nod. Layah just gave a cheeky look before flopping onto one of the velvet–cushioned benches nearby. She had soot on her neck and a scratch down one arm, but she looked smug about it.

“You’ve grown into your role,” Elira said slowly, scanning me and the men at my back. Her eyes lingered on Layah, then returned to mine. “The throne fits you.”

“It better,” I said, voice even. “I’m kind of stuck with it.”

That earned a small huff of laughter from Grandmother. “You’ve tamed your deathless hounds, I see.‘

“Mostly,” Layah said, teeth flashing.

I stepped forward, conjuring a flicker of magic between my hands, soft and dangerous like the edge of a blade. “We need to talk.”

Mum’s smile faded. “What is it?”

I sighed, “The veil between the realms it’s thinning faster than predicted. Cracks are forming. Not just energy or spirit, physical things are seeping through. Grass. Breezes. Sunlight. In the Underworld.”

Grandmother straightened slightly at that, eyes sharpening. “The realms aren’t supposed to touch like that. Light corrodes death.”

“Well, it is,” I said. “and I’m going to need to find a way to stop it before things start seeping out here. I’m not sure you all want hell fire up

here.”

“And the souls?” Mum asked.

“Restless,” I answered. “They’re acting strange, as if they know that freedom is close. I’ve already had to send guards after the corrupted.”

Levi’s eyes gleamed. “Some were calling to something. Chanting. Like they’d found some sort of religion in the rot

Haiden frowned. “We had anomalies in the intake. Data glitches. Entire clusters skipping assessment.”

“Someone’s tampering,” Xavier said softly, his voice like a breath of shadow across my shoulder.

”

Layah growled low, pacing like the beast beneath her skin was close to surfacing. “Or something. Either way, it’s not good.”

Noah stepped forward, the ash still clinging to his jacket like a second skin. “It’s going to bring down hell…or earth,”

Mum turned away for a moment, her fingers tightening around the edge of her desk.. “This shouldn’t be happening. Not yet.”

Yet?” i echoed sharply.

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