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• Forbidden: Fated To My Step Son    Chapter 81: Beneath the Flames, We Rise

  Kael’s POVThe ground shook as we charged toward the Vault. Smoke hung thick in the air, mixing the smell of blood and burnt wood. The night blazed around us, our hidden rebellion now out in the open. Fighters from the Blackthorn and Silvercrest packs battled together, swords flashing and claws tearing through the chaos, while the cries of the fallen were drowned out by the crackling magic in the air.Amara raced ahead of me, her hair streaming behind her. She held the old artifact—a black knife covered with strange symbols from her past. She wasn't just a victim anymore; she had become a force.We crashed through the last set of rusted gates into the Vault's core. The chamber loomed large, carved from solid rock centuries ago. Towering columns, inscribed with symbols we couldn't read but all feared, surrounded us. At the center stood Derrick, brimming with a twisted mix of authority and madness, fueled by his desire to dominate after Alpha Magnus's fall.I’ve waited for this, Derrick

• Forbidden: Fated To My Step Son    Chapter 80: Fire Remembers Who It Belonged To

  Amara's POV We crossed into forgotten land before sunrise.Victor led us through twisted trees that bent away from the wind, past stones too old to bear names. The silence wasn’t natural. It was protective—like the world itself held its breath when it realized what was returning to its roots.No one spoke.Even Kael, walking beside me with fire pulsing beneath his skin, didn’t speak. But his presence was constant. A tether in the storm I’d become.The journey ended at a clearing carved by fire, long before our time. In its center stood a circle of blackened stone, scorched and sunken like the earth itself had once burned and never healed.I remembered it.Not from memory.From blood.“I was born here,” I whispered.Victor nodded. “This is where your mother lit the flame and hid you from the world.”And from him.From Derrick.From fate.Kael reached for my hand, fingers brushing mine like he wasn’t sure I’d still feel human.“I’m here,” I said, curling my fingers into his.“For now,”

• Forbidden: Fated To My Step Son    Chapter 79: Love Doesn’t Always Survive the Fire

  Kael's POV She looked like Amara.But she wasn’t Amara—not completely.The woman who stepped from that pillar of flame moved like she remembered humanity, but had left it behind. Her feet didn’t touch the ground so much as command it. Her skin glowed faintly, each breath illuminating the mark over her heart, the one that pulsed in sync with the ruined sky.I wanted to run to her.Instead, I stayed still.Because I saw the hesitation in her eyes. The fear she didn’t want to name.“Kael,” she said, and even her voice had changed—layered, like two versions of her were speaking at once.“Tell me you’re still in there,” I whispered.Her lips trembled. “I don’t know.”The battlefield was silent. Wolves on both sides watched her with a reverence that bordered on worship—or fear. Even Alexander stood frozen, sword lowered, as if he too sensed the shift in the air. The storm had passed, but the aftermath wasn’t peace.It was rebirth.Victor approached slowly, eyeing Amara with a mix of awe an

• Forbidden: Fated To My Step Son    Chapter 78: Power Never Leaves Without Taking Something

  Amara's POV I didn’t hear the world break.I felt it.The impact of Derrick’s first strike cracked the ground, sent rivers of heat splitting through stone, and pulled screams from the wolves behind us who hadn’t realized they were standing on the edge of annihilation. My feet didn’t move. I held.Because I wasn’t just fighting him.I was fighting what he made me feel.The anger. The betrayal. The hunger to burn back.“You can’t win this,” he called through the smoke and magic. “You don’t know what this power wants from you.”I stepped forward. Fire followed.“I know exactly what it wants.”Derrick launched another pulse of shadow-magic—slick and ancient, wound tight with stolen spirits. I raised both hands and met it with flame, silver and gold bursting from my palms. The collision roared like thunder, rattling the bones of the world.I didn’t care that my skin blistered.Or that every step I took scorched the earth.What I cared about was the way his voice cracked when he tried to s

• Forbidden: Fated To My Step Son    Chapter 78: Power Never Leaves Without Taking Something

  Amara's POV I didn’t hear the world break.I felt it.The impact of Derrick’s first strike cracked the ground, sent rivers of heat splitting through stone, and pulled screams from the wolves behind us who hadn’t realized they were standing on the edge of annihilation. My feet didn’t move. I held.Because I wasn’t just fighting him.I was fighting what he made me feel.The anger. The betrayal. The hunger to burn back.“You can’t win this,” he called through the smoke and magic. “You don’t know what this power wants from you.”I stepped forward. Fire followed.“I know exactly what it wants.”Derrick launched another pulse of shadow-magic—slick and ancient, wound tight with stolen spirits. I raised both hands and met it with flame, silver and gold bursting from my palms. The collision roared like thunder, rattling the bones of the world.I didn’t care that my skin blistered.Or that every step I took scorched the earth.What I cared about was the way his voice cracked when he tried to s

• Forbidden: Fated To My Step Son    Chapter 77: Monsters Are Made in Moments Like This

  Kael's POV I felt it the moment she did.The shift in the air. The weight behind Derrick’s stillness. The way his eyes didn’t blaze with rage but gleamed with satisfaction—like a man watching his trap snap closed. It wasn’t the look of someone defending power.It was the look of someone who had already won.Amara froze mid-step.“He’s not afraid of me,” she murmured. “He wanted me to come.”I moved in front of her instinctively, shielding her with my body even though I knew it wouldn’t matter. Whatever Derrick had become wasn’t something I could fight with claws and teeth.“You’re not going to him alone.”“I wasn’t meant to survive this,” she whispered, voice fraying like silk in flame.I turned to her, heart pounding harder than it had even during my fight with my father.“That’s not his choice. And it sure as hell isn’t fate’s.”Victor and Alexander moved to flank us as the wind howled through the valley, carrying with it a thick, metallic stench—blood, magic, and something older.