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Chapter Fourteen :The Final Blow
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The Cursed Heiress Chapter Twenty Two: The Stranger’s Eyes
POV: Iris Some gazes feel like knives. His felt like recognition.I felt it before I saw him—the weight of it pressing against my spine as though invisible fingers were dragging me backward through the dirt. I turned, slow, hesitant, the pit of my stomach tightening like a noose, and there he was. A man I had never spoken to before, standing among the warriors, his posture loose but his eyes sharp, cutting right through me as if my skin wasn’t enough of a disguise.I swallowed hard.His eyes didn’t move when I looked back. They held me the way fire holds dry wood—consuming, measuring, daring me to resist.sI broke first.“Why are you staring at me?” The words cracked out of me, harsher than I intended. My voice betrayed the tremor in my chest.“And what eyes did you use in seeing me.” He said with a warm smile on his lips. “Iris, stop this hard you’re trying to play out here.”“Just don’t think you can get me in with those words.” “Again, I ask, why are you staring at me?”“But wait,
The Cursed Heiress Chapter Twenty One: The price must be paid
POV: IrisThe presence did not judge my fear. It simply stated a fact. “To bind power you must bind something in return. There are many things you might place on the altar—time, sight, memory, name—but whatever you give becomes the tether. It will hold what you gain, and it will mark you.”I tasted panic. The list of possible losses unrolled in my head with cruel precision. Losing memory—what a betrayal that sounded like. To forget the sound of my mother’s humming at night, to let the face of my father fade into smudged lines. To have the soft things taken seemed worse than the physical blows. But what would be worse would be to keep them as anchors while I tried to move like a weapon.“They want a price,” I said, voice thin. I thought of my mother’s lullaby, of the small room and the way warmth felt pure and simple. “They want me to sell what is left so they can give me something to cut with.”“Not so crass,” the voice said, and I understood it was not interest in my sentimentality b
The Cursed Heiress Chapter Twenty: Oath of Vengeance
POV: Iris My hands were flat against the hard earth. I could feel the tremor in them like a living thing—my hands that had been held, shoved, struck. The tremor was not just from exhaustion; it was the aftermath of being taken apart and put back together by other people's cruelty. I let the tremor run. I let it remind me who I had been and what had been done to me.I breathed in, slow and shallow. The air filled my lungs and burned the way truth does when it wakes you up from a safer, stupid sleep. I said the words out loud because if I only told myself the vow it might be a secret that quietly died. If I shouted it at the moon, maybe the world would have to answer for the promise I made in my own throat.“I swear,” I said—first soft, then louder—“I swear I will not be broken into pieces for someone else’s comfort ever again.”My voice shook in the dark. I did not know whether the shaking came from cold, from fear, or from the rounding, raw ache that had lived under my ribs since the
The Cursed Heiress Chapter Nineteen: Crossing Paths
POV: IrisThe forest paths of Oakwood were quiet that evening, the sun dipping low behind the dense treeline and casting long, wavering shadows across the earth. I moved carefully, my senses alert to every sound—the snap of a twig, the rustle of leaves, the distant call of a lone wolf. Oakwood was familiar now, yet it carried secrets beneath its comforting canopy, and tonight, instinct prickled along my spine.I had been tasked with scouting the eastern border—a routine patrol, Seth said, but the wolf in me knew better. There was something in the air, a tension that hummed through my veins. My paws moved silently over the soft earth, each step measured, controlled, precise. The scent of another presence drifted toward me. Someone… someone I knew.And then I saw her.Amelia.She stood near the edge of a clearing, seemingly preoccupied with the strands of her hair, yet there was tension in the tilt of her shoulders, a jitter in her posture that betrayed calm she did not feel. My breath
The Cursed Heiress Chapter Eighteen: The First Test
POV: IrisThe sun hung low over Oakwood, spilling golden light across the training arena where the earth was churned into mud from previous drills. The scent of pine mingled with sweat and leather, creating a sharp, electric tang that made my senses hyperaware. Today, I was to face my first real test—a duel against one of Oakwood’s seasoned warriors. Seth had promised me it would be a challenge, a true measure of my new strength.I stepped into the arena, muscles coiled and senses alert. My wolf stirred, humming through my veins, reminding me that I was no longer Silver, weak and defenseless, but Iris, Beta of Oakwood, alive with speed, agility, and instincts honed to perfection.“Are you ready, Iris?” called a deep, steady voice.I turned to face my opponent. Tall, broad-shouldered, with piercing amber eyes, Rovan, one of Oakwood’s veteran warriors, smirked. “Don’t tell me you’re nervous,” he teased, shifting into a combat stance. “I’d hate to embarrass you in front of the elders.”I
The Cursed Heiress Chapter Seventeen: Echoes
POV: Iris The first rays of dawn filtered through the thick pines surrounding Oakwood, casting long, golden streaks across the forest floor. I sat cross-legged on the training mat in the clearing, my body humming with the energy of the night before. Yet, despite the sunlight, I felt a chill deep in my bones—as if shadows of my past life had infiltrated my new skin.I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breathing. But then, the visions came—sudden, sharp, unrelenting. My parents’ faces flickered in my mind, twisted in terror. Lesiana’s cold, predatory smirk flashed, accompanied by Amelia’s perfect, innocent smile—her smile hiding everything. My chest tightened, and I gasped, clutching at my own arms as though to anchor myself.“Iris…” The whisper wasn’t my own; it was deep, resonant, the sound of the wolf within. The primal voice coiled around my consciousness, tugging at my soul. “Remember…”I bolted upright, scanning the clearing. “Who’s there?” I hissed. The wind whispered through
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