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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY NINE: The Blood Moon Accord
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Beast Billionaire Claim CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY NINE: The Blood Moon Accord
The night bled silver and crimson as the moon rose over the Vale. Its swollen edge glowed like a blade fresh from the forge, slicing through a sky thick with the scent of wet stone and cooling ash. All across the reborn city, the packs gathered. Wolves of every lineage—High Fang, Bloodwood, Shadow Vale, and even scattered loners—stood shoulder to shoulder on the shattered plaza where the Hollow once ruled.Maxim Vale walked at the center of it all, the air bending around him with the quiet gravity of a storm held back by sheer will. He wore no crown, only a simple black coat streaked with dried mud from the day’s endless negotiations. Zara walked at his side, her hand brushing his in a silent tether. Her eyes glimmered with moonlight and the faint emerald sheen of witchcraft, the scent of her power sharp as pine and salt.The Bloodmoon hung low and swollen, demanding tribute. Its glow turned the scarred stones beneath their feet into molten embers, each one a reminder of blood paid fo
Beast Billionaire Claim CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY EIGHT: Shadows of the Cinder Queen
The night smelled of ash and wet stone. Clouds pressed low over the Vale, their bellies glowing faintly red as if some forgotten fire still smoldered beneath the city. Zara tightened the straps of her leather cloak and scanned the shattered skyline. The ruins of the Hollow stretched ahead like a wound that refused to close.“Movement,” whispered Lysa, the witch-sentinel crouched beside her. “South tower.”Zara’s heart thudded once, hard. South tower was where Ruby’s blood had stained the stones months ago. Where Maxim’s roar had shaken the world apart. Where the Hollow Queen’s body had burned until nothing but cinder remained—at least, that was the story the survivors repeated to lull themselves to sleep.But stories could lie.“Positions,” Zara ordered softly. Her team of mixed wolves and witches fanned out, shadows among shadows. No banners, no moonlight, only the dull pulse of danger guiding their steps. They had tracked the Cinder Queen’s loyalists for weeks: whispers of stolen re
Beast Billionaire Claim CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY SEVEN: Vows in the Ruins
Moonlight draped the Vale like a silver veil, softening the jagged edges of broken towers and scorched courtyards . The city still smelled of stone dust and old smoke, yet tonight the air carried a quieter rhythm—one of breathing earth and tentative renewal . Zara stepped carefully over a line of fractured marble, her boots brushing grit into the wind. Behind her, Maxim’s heavier stride echoed, the sound of a man who had carried war on his shoulders and still bore the weight.They had chosen this night deliberately. No grand feast, no watching council, no cameras to feed the hungry eyes of a shaken world. Only the moon, the ruins, and the hearts that refused to stop beating.“You’re certain you want it here?” Maxim asked, his voice a low rasp that matched the rubble. His dark coat fluttered with each gust, the faint glow of the moon catching on the jagged scar across his jaw—a scar that still burned when storms rolled in.Zara turned to him, brushing an errant strand of hair from her
Beast Billionaire Claim CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY SIX: Trial Of The Beast
The council chamber smelled of smoke and iron, the air thick with old ash that refused to leave the Vale even as dawn filtered through the broken skylight. Rows of survivors filled the tiered seats—wolves, witches, humans—faces marked by scars and mistrust. They had come not to celebrate victory, but to demand reckoning . At the center of it all, Maxim Vale stood without chains, though the eyes on him weighed heavier than any manacle.“Alpha Vale,” called the silver-haired moderator, a neutral elder chosen from outside the packs. Her voice cut through the murmurs like a drawn blade. “You are summoned to answer charges of unnecessary slaughter, forced transformations, and the unleashing of the Beast during the siege of the Hollow. Do you understand these accusations?”Maxim inclined his head once. “I understand.” His voice was steady, but Zara felt the tension ripple beneath his skin where her hand rested against his arm. His heartbeat thudded like a drum under battle orders, but his e
Beast Billionaire Claim CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FIVE: The Heart that Howls
The moon hung low and swollen, a molten disc over the scarred Vale. Its light spilled across the fractured city like silver water, softening the black skeletons of broken towers. Zara stood at the edge of the crater that had once been the Hollow’s temple and felt the restless pull of magic threading through the ground. The wind carried the faint tang of ash, but beneath it she smelled something older—rich earth and the sharp musk of wolf. The world was trying to knit itself back together, but the wound was deep.Maxim waited behind her, his heavy steps a quiet drumbeat in the hush. “The council wants an answer by dawn,” he said. His voice held the weight of stone, but she heard the rasp beneath. Even now, he hid pain behind command.“They want a treaty,” Zara murmured. “And a savior to sign it.”“They want a Vale that doesn’t bleed into nightmare,” Maxim replied. “And they think my claws can hold the seams.”She turned, studying him in the moonlight. Scars patterned his face like pale
Beast Billionaire Claim CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY FOUR: Bloodlines And Bargains
The council chamber smelled of stone dust and smoke. Moonlight poured through the cracked roof in pale streams, illuminating the rubble that had once been the Vale’s throne room. The great seat of power was gone, its marble pillars shattered and burned, but tonight it had been reborn as a place of uneasy diplomacy.Maxim stood at the center of the broken hall, a figure of shadow and silver. The Beast inside him prowled just beneath the surface, restless at the scent of so many rival alphas. Their eyes followed his every breath—measuring, weighing, hunting for weakness. The scars across their faces and necks spoke of wars too long fought, of grudges carved into bone.Zara’s presence at his side steadied him. Her hand brushed his wrist, a fleeting touch that grounded him against the storm of politics and the darker growl that pressed against his ribs. She smelled of pine and magic, the scent of earth after rain.“Remember,” she whispered, low enough only he could hear. “Leadership isn’t
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