The Warrior’s Broken Mate novel Chapter 125

The castle was quiet, almost eerily so, as night fell over the emptiness of this realm. The corridors were dark, the only light from flickering torches in distant halls. In our chambers, a single fire crackled, throwing golden warmth across the stone walls. For the first time in weeks, there was a moment of calm, a pause between battles, both real and those still looming in our minds.

After we both showered and returned to our chambers, Elias leaned against the doorframe, eyes soft in the firelight. I sat on the floor by the fireplace, staring into the flames, my mind half on the sorcerer, half on the unusual quiet around us. The day’s tension, the constant edge of planning and fear, had finally ebbed enough for us to notice each other again–not as fighters, but as people.

“You’ve been quiet tonight.” He said, voice low and steady. “Usually, you’re pacing, plotting, scowling.”

I let out a tired laugh. “Maybe I’m… tired of being on edge. Maybe I just want a moment to… breathe without thinking about him.”

Elias stepped closer, his presence warming the room. “You’ve earned more than a moment.” He said gently. “We’ve both earned it. All this planning, all the running… it leaves little space for living.”

I looked at him, noticing the firelight on the exhaustion in his face, the softness in his eyes. “I don’t even remember the last time we had a night like this.” I whispered.

He reached for my hand, fingers brushing mine, deliberate but tentative. The contact sparked warmth stronger than the hearth. “Then let’s make this night count.” He said softly. “No strategy, no sorcerers. Just us.”

I felt a lump in my throat, relief and longing mingling. I nodded, letting him pull me gently onto the bed. The blankets smelled faintly of herbs and smoke, but it didn’t matter. The warmth between us, the shared quiet, was enough.

We lay there for a moment, side by side, hands intertwined. I rested my head on his shoulder, and he draped an arm over me, pulling me close. The closeness was comforting, grounding, a tether to reality amid chaos.

“You know.” He murmured, lips brushing my hair, “I’ve thought about you more times than I can count these past weeks… especially when things were falling apart. You kept me going.”

I pressed closer, letting the fire’s warmth mingle with his. “I could say the same. You’ve always been steady, even when everything else was falling apart. I couldn’t have done any of Elias used his thumb and forefinger to lift my chin. He leaned down to kiss me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, not wanting to let go.

In one fluid motion Elias rolled on top of me, using his arms as leverage so he wasn’t putting his whole weight on me.

I dug my nails into his back, trying to pull him closer, as if it was possible.

Elias used one hand to start moving up and down my body as he started to remove pieces of my clothing until I had nothing left.

I pushed his shorts down as far as I could before he kicked them off and discarded them on the floor.

His erect c**k sprung free, pressed against my thigh as Elias started rubbing his hands down my sides until he reached my center and started rubbing it. I moaned gently as he pulled his clit. head back to look at me, to stare me in the face as he was rubbing my clit.

“So wet alright?” He smirked.

He aligned his c**k with my entrance and he pushed it straight into the hilt, causing me to moan even louder.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he started thrusting into me so slowly that it was almost painful. Not in a bad way. But I needed him. He knew that I needed him.

He was playing with me, thrusting a little faster as he kissed down my neck. I pressed my head into the pillow, giving him easier access as he moved harder and faster.

“Oh f**k. Don’t stop that, baby,” I moaned.

“You like that?” he asked, looking at me.

At one point, Elias leaned back against the headboard, pulling me against him. “I don’t know what tomorrow holds.” He admitted. “I can’t promise it’ll be easy… but I can promise I won’t let you face it alone.”

I rested my head on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart. “I don’t need promises about the future.” I said softly. “I just need you here, now. And right now… you’re enough.”

He kissed the top of my head, and I felt the tension that had coiled in me for days start to unravel. The fire flickered, shadows danced across the walls, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I relaxed completely.

We didn’t need to speak. Words felt unnecessary. The closeness, the warmth, the shared quiet–they spoke for us. Every brush of our hands, every sigh, every heartbeat in sync carried more meaning than any strategy, battle plan, or warning from the Ash Queen.

Eventually, exhaustion from the day overtook us. Elias’s hand found mine one last time as sleep tugged at him, and I pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. “Sleep well.” I whispered.

“You too.” He murmured. And as the fire burned low, we both drifted into sleep, wrapped in each other’s arms, the weight of the world momentarily forgotten.

Even as the shadows outside the chamber stretched and the castle remained watchful, the night held its own magic. There were no threats, no strategies, no enemies–only warmth, trust, and the fragile intimacy we shared.

In that quiet, I felt a certainty I hadn’t felt in weeks. No matter what came next, no matter the sorcerer’s power, I wouldn’t face it alone. Elias would be there. Together, we could face anything.

Drifting into dreams, I held onto that thought, letting it anchor me. The night was fleeting and precious, but it reminded me of what I was fighting for–not just survival or victory, but the moments that made life worth everything: laughter, trust, and the warmth of the person beside you.

For that night, at least, the castle felt a little less like a fortress and more like home.