LOGINChapter 138: Breaking PointAVELINE'S POVI forced my claws to retract. Forced myself to breathe. Forced down the rage even though it felt horrible."Enough," the Dragon King said firmly before I could respond. "Queen Luna Aveline has no reason to fabricate such a story. Her testimony is accepted as truth unless proven otherwise.""Is it?" The Fae Queen turned to him, one perfect eyebrow raised. "Because I find it very suspicious that our newest, and least experienced, Council member is suddenly claiming there's a massive threat we all need to rally against. Almost like she's trying to consolidate power, unite everyone under her leadership, use tragedy as a political tool—""I'M PREGNANT," I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls, cutting through her accusations like a blade. "I'm five weeks pregnant with a child who might not survive the accelerated gestation. My mother just died saving my life. Four wolves under my protection—wolves who trusted me to keep them safe—are dead because
Chapter 137: Breaking PointAVELINE'S POVThe Council chamber was somehow even more intimidating than I remembered.Maybe because last time I'd been here, my mother had still been alive. Captive, suffering, but alive. There had been hope then, purpose, a mission to focus on.Now there was just grief and the crushing weight of failure sitting on my shoulders.The chamber itself was massive, circular room with some patterns on the ceiling that seemed to stretch up forever, decorated with chandeliers I didn't recognize. Seats arranged in ascending tiers around a central speaking platform where I currently stood, feeling like an insect pinned to a board while dozens of ancient, powerful eyes studied me from every direction.The Dragon King sat directly across from me, his golden eyes unreadable as always. To his left was the Vampire Lord, pale as death, elegant in his dark suit, looking vaguely bored with everything. To his right sat the Fae Queen with her impossible, otherworldly beauty
Chapter 136: Breaking PointAVELINE'S POVThree days.Three days since we got back from that nightmare fortress, and I still couldn't close my eyes without seeing it.Not the way my mother looked in those visions, tired but alive, chained but still fighting, still defiant, still her.No.I kept seeing the exact moment Morgana's claws tore into her throat. Kept hearing that wet, horrible sound of flesh ripping apart like paper. Kept watching the light fade from her eyes—that final flicker of recognition, of love, of goodbye—while I screamed and thrashed and did absolutely fucking nothing to stop it.I was useless.Completely, pathetically useless.I'd watched my mother die to save me, and I hadn't been able to do a single goddamn thing except get dragged away by Thorne and Christy while she bled out on that stone floor.The nightmares came every time I fell asleep now. Sometimes they were exactly what happened, accurate down to the smallest detail. Other times they were worse, twisted
Chapter 135: Conscious TransferAVELINE'S POV"No," Raven shook her head chuckling lightly. "She won't be reborn. She'll be a presence, a guide, a protector for your daughter. Two souls sharing one body until your daughter is old enough and strong enough to handle the full weight of the Silverthorne magic on her own. Then your mother will... transition. Move on to wherever Silverthorne queens go after death.""How long?" My voice cracked. "How long will I have her?""I don't know," Raven admitted. "Years, maybe. Until your daughter comes into her full power. But Aveline..." She gripped my hand. "Your mother is still with you. Still here. You didn't lose her completely."I looked down at my stomach, at the small bump that held both my daughter and my mother's consciousness.And I felt it then—a flutter. The first real movement I'd felt in days. But it wasn’t the baby moving, it was something else. Something that felt like a hand was pressing inside my stomach.'I'm here, sweetheart,'
Chapter 134: EscapeAVELINE'S POV"NO!"The word ripped off from my throat so violently. I was fighting against Thorne and Christy with everything I had, trying desperately to get to my mother, but their hands held me back so tigtly."We have to go!" Thorne was shouting in my ear, his voice breaking with emotion I'd never heard from him before. "Aveline, we have to go NOW—""I can't leave her!" I sobbed, still struggling, my eyes locked on the horrible scene playing out in front of me. "She's my mother—I can't—I CAN'T—"My mother was on the ground with Morgana on top of her, and there was so much blood. Too much blood. It was pooling beneath them, spreading across the stone floor.And Morgana was still tearing into her, still ripping, still destroying what was left of the woman who'd been trapped here for eighteen years just waiting for this moment."RAVEN!" Thorne roared over the chaos. "THE PORTAL! NOW!"Raven's hands were already glowing, trembling with effort as she chanted in tha
Chapter 133: The SacrificeGRETA'S POVI'd been captive for so long that I'd genuinely forgotten what hope felt like.Forgotten what it was like to see sunlight that didn’t came from cracks from stones. To breathe air that didn't smell like blood and decay and my own fear. To hear voices that weren't Morgana's cruel taunts or the screams of other prisoners echoing through these endless corridors.Eighteen years.Eighteen devastating years of torture. Of having my magic drained day after day until I was barely more than nothing. Of silver chains burning into my wrists so constantly that the pain had become just another part of existence.I'd lost hope so long ago I couldn't even remember what it tasted like.But then the visions started.My daughter. My Aveline. Alive. Grown. Beautiful and strong and everything I'd dreamed she'd become.At first I thought Morgana was messing with my head, showing me false visions just to torture me more. She'd done it before, shown me images of my husb







