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CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY SEVEN: Vows in the Ruins
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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
Beast Billionaire Claim CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY THREE: Echoes of the Hollow
The night smelled of damp stone and scorched metal, a reminder that even after weeks of rebuilding, the Vale still bled in places no magic could seal. Maxim walked the fractured courtyard where the Hollow’s fortress once stood, boots sinking slightly into ash-soft earth. Moonlight slid through jagged beams of half-toppled walls, silvering the debris like frost. Every breath he drew carried the ghost of the war—blood, smoke, the faint iron tang of things that refused to die.Zara walked beside him, her coat brushing the soot with each step. Her presence grounded him, but it did not quiet the hum beneath his skin. The Beast stirred, restless. Tonight the air itself felt alive, thick with a charge that didn’t belong to moon or earth.“Do you hear that?” she asked, voice low.Maxim stopped. At first there was only the echo of their footsteps fading into the ruins. Then it came: a faint whisper threading the cracks in the stone. Not words, not quite, more like breath curling against the ed
Beast Billionaire Claim CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY TWO: The Weight of Crowns
The council chamber had no ceiling anymore. Moonlight poured through the gaping hole where a crystal dome once glittered, washing the cracked marble floor in silver and ash. Smoke still rose from the far edges of the Vale, curling against the night like ghosts refusing to leave.Maxim stood at the center of the ruined hall, boots planted on a mosaic of his family crest now shattered into a thousand fractured fangs. Around him, the survivors of war gathered in a rough circle—pack alphas with soot-stained coats, witches with weary eyes, human allies still smelling of burned iron. They had come to speak of rebuilding, but their voices carried the weight of something heavier.A crown.“We need a leader,” said Elder Thane of the Northfangs, his fur-lined cloak singed from the last siege. “Not a warlord. Not a savior. A ruler who can bind the packs before we tear each other apart.” His gaze settled on Maxim like a hammer striking stone. “You.”The word hung in the smoke like a curse. Maxim
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