Chapter 49- Mate Night Magic

Mo, Mela, and Riven POV

The lights were low, casting soft gold across their chambers as Mela giggled into the crook of Mo's neck. Her fingers toyed with the hem of Riven's shirt, tugging until he leaned in, teeth grazing her shoulder.

Mo, ever the tease, wrapped one arm around both of them. "Do we really need sleep tonight?"

"Sleep is for people without tongues," Mela whispered, pulling Riven into a kiss while her other hand wandered over Mo's thigh. Riven groaned as Mo's fingers tangled in his curls.

The world faded to just the three of them, tangled in heat and want, the door locked, their moans soft but steady under the music of their connection.

Zaiya, Thalor, and Kael POV

Thalor's hands slammed against the wall, Zaiya pinned between him and Kael, who had her dress halfway off. "You're loud," Thalor muttered, breath hot on her neck.

"Then make me louder," she purred, grabbing Kael by the jaw and pulling him into a kiss that could set kingdoms ablaze.

Some poor soul banged on their door. "FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODDESS, SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!"

Zaiya only laughed louder. "Tell 'em to get better lovers."

Kael just growled, lifting her with ease and tossing her onto the bed. "We'll shake the whole damn wing."

Veena, Caelira, and Kyren POV

The phoenix light in their room dimmed to a sultry glow as Kyren scooped both Veena and Caelira into his arms and tumbled them into bed with a happy grunt.

"We're glowing already," Veena whispered, laughing as Caelira's hair sparked with soft magic. "What happens when we actually fuck?"

"We burn the bed down," Kyren offered, already pulling the sheets over them.

Clothes fell to the floor. Kisses melted into skin. Laughter filled the air as three bodies became one, a soft symphony of intimacy, firelight flickering like starlight.

Barrick and His Nymphs

Auralyn whispered a lullaby in Barrick's ear as Nimya straddled him, planting soft kisses down his chest. Thess, the quietest of the three, closed the door behind them, locking it with a soft snick.

Barrick sighed, arms spread wide, chest rising as if releasing every weight he'd ever carried.

"Long day?" Auralyn teased.

"Long life," he murmured. "But worth it."

Nimya smiled, her lips brushing the shell of his ear. "Let us love the hard out of you."

And so they did, every curve, every kiss, every soft breath pressed into the shape of a man finally at peace.

Reyna

Reyna reclined in her massive velvet armchair, sipping wine and pretending she wasn't eyeing Vaerix like he was dessert. Torvax was already shirtless, lounging on the bed like a smug bastard, while Nahlia braided her hair by the fireplace. Veydran sat, watching them all with a heated glare.

"You planning to pounce or just stare, my Oracle?" Vaerix asked, voice like smoke.

Reyna drained her cup and stood. "Oh, I'm pouncing."

Torvax growled as she climbed onto the bed. Nahlia joined them, sliding in with a wicked grin. Veydran stalked to the bed like chaos incarnate. Clothes hit the floor fast. Bodies tangled faster. And when someone knocked on the door....Torvax just threw a pillow at it.

Bruxxa and Grogg POV

Bruxxa paced her room like a beast caged. Her new half orc mate, Grogg, leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, eyes soft but unreadable.

"You sure about this?" she asked, voice raw.

Grogg stepped forward, cupping her jaw. "You scare me. But I'd rather die than let anyone else touch you."

She kissed him like she meant to bite. Clothes were shredded. Growls filled the air. And for the first time in ages, Bruxxa didn't feel like a monster....she felt wanted.

Soris and Neressa POV

Soris stood at the window, silver wings folded tightly behind him. Neressa watched him, her tail flicking lazily in the warm bath.

"You're nervous," she said.

"I don't want to hurt you," he whispered.

"You won't."

She rose, water dripping from her perfect form, and pulled him into the bath. They didn't rush. Every touch was reverent. Every kiss, a vow. As they made love in the steamy water, the stars outside blinked like blessings.

Thorne, Lerenya, and Masaila POV

Thorne lay sprawled across their massive bed, shirtless, looking thoroughly wrecked and deeply satisfied. Lerenya giggled as she traced his tattoos with her tongue, while Masaila braided his hair and whispered dirty promises.

"Y'all gonna kill me," Thorne muttered.

"No," Masaila said, smirking. "We're gonna make you wish you could die from pleasure."

The sheets were ruined. The headboard was cracked. And the faenet rumor mill was going to be busy as hell in the morning.

Everyone in the castle slept well that night...eventually.

Except the cleaning crew.

They were gonna need holy water.

The sun rose over their rising kingdom , casting warm light over castle walls that had no idea the chaos that was about to ensue. Breakfast was already bustling....tables filled with nobles, officers, and council members laughing, sharing gossip, and pouring over fresh voting updates on FaeNet.

But Rhiannan did not come to breakfast.

She physically couldn't.

The weight of the triplets...and the stress from the ward breach...had her completely immobilized. Her mates refused to leave her side, setting up a cozy nest of pillows, foot rubs, snacks, and gentle magic in their shared chambers.

Azarion growled at anyone who even looked like they might suggest he leave her.

In the dining hall, Reyna stood tall at the front of the council table, flanked by Gailia and Veena. She raised her hand and the room quieted instantly.

"Queen Rhiannan is resting today," Reyna announced. "But voting continues, and we're still on schedule. Noble selections are already taking shape, and in just eight hours, we'll know who the people have chosen to lead our five villages."

Gailia smiled and stepped forward, twin dragon girls squirming in her arms.

"They've already eaten," she said, handing them off to her massive twin mates.

The second the girls were in their arms, they shimmered and shrieked, each shifting into tiny, winged dragonlings with a puff of gold smoke and a high pitched squeal.

"Not again..." Draven yelped as one of them bolted down the hall, wings flapping wildly.

Fenix took off after the other, shouting over his shoulder, "Containment breach! I repeat, containment breach!"

The entire dining hall roared with laughter.

At another table, Mo was practically bouncing in his seat while Mela blushed furiously and Riven sipped coffee like it was wine.

"We already know, Mo," Reyna called across the room.

"Yeah, but it's real now!" Mo shouted, grinning. "She's glowing! My baby is having my baby!"

"Warlock or monkey, we're celebrating regardless," Riven added with a wink.

FaeNet was blowing up. Posts and threads ran wild...

💬 "Mo is gonna be the weirdest dad and I'm here for it."💬 "Dragon babies loose in the halls...again!"💬 "Who needs a reality show when you've got this kingdom?" 💬"Thorne's mating trio AND a castle wide fuck fest? My goddess."

The 15 chosen nobles were being celebrated across the realm, their profiles highlighted, their magic specialties and heroic deeds shared. Assignments to villages would begin the moment the lords and ladies were officially chosen.

And with only eight hours left of voting, anticipation was sky high.

The castle buzzed with energy. The scent of strong coffee, spiced sausage, and fresh fruit filled the halls. And although one very pregnant queen was missing from the festivities, her presence was felt in every smile, every post, every cheer.

The kingdom was alive.

And it was just getting started.