บททั้งหมดของ Her thirst for vengeance: บทที่ 271 - บทที่ 280

Kayla’s POVSomething was wrong with me.The feeling hit me the second I opened my eyes—an emptiness, like a piece of me had been stripped away.I sat up with a gasp, my breath sharp and ragged. My hands clutched the sheets beneath me as a deep panic settled into my bones.What’s wrong with me?My heart pounded as I looked around, disoriented. White walls. The sterile smell of antiseptic. A dim overhead light flickering faintly.A hospital?Before I could fully process where I was, I felt a hand grip mine. Warm. Steady. Familiar.“Kayla.”I turned my head, locking eyes with Adrian.His dark brows were furrowed, and there was something fierce in his gaze—relief, frustration, something deeper."You’re awake," he said, exhaling like he'd been holding his breath for hours. "Thank goddess."A wave of dizziness washed over me as memories started trickling back. The battle. The attack. Adrian standing in the path of danger.And then—that creepy voice in my head.My stomach turned. It had bee

Kayla’s POV The first time I saw him, I thought it was just a nightmare. The second time, I knew with a sinking feeling that it wasn’t just a bad dream. Shadows slithered through my dreams, shifting figures with hollow eyes and mouths that whispered in a language I didn’t understand. A language that felt ancient and not quite right. I’d wake up gasping, in a different position from where I fell asleep, drenched in sweat, heart hammering in my chest. But I never told Adrian. I couldn’t. Not after the way he looked at me after my blackouts—worried, desperate, scared. If he knew about the shadows, about the whispers, he’d look at me differently. Probably even believe I was cursed. And I was no longer sure he’d be wrong. --- One night, I jolted awake with a strangled gasp, my entire body burning. For a second, I thought I was still in the dream—still surrounded by those whispering shadows. But no. I was in bed. In our room. Adrian was beside me, fast asleep. And then I saw

Kayla’s POV I woke up to the sound of my own ragged breathing. My body ached, my head pounded, and worst of all—I remembered everything. I remember attacking Adrian. I remember trying to hurt him, and I probably would have succeeded if Ingrid hadn't taken the hit for him.Dear goddess. What had I done? My hands trembled as I sat up in bed, heart hammering in my chest. I had attacked the person who has protected me the most. I had nearly hurt him. And if Ingrid hadn’t intervened, I didn’t know what would have happened. The thought made me feel sick. I turned my head to find Adrian sitting in the chair by the bed, his arms crossed, his gaze locked on me like he was waiting for me to wake up. His face was unreadable, but I could see the faint bruise on his jaw where I my fist managed to graze him while Ingrid held me down. Guilt curled in my stomach like a poisonous snake. "You're awake," he said softly. I swallowed hard and forced myself to meet his eyes. "Adrian, I—" My voice

Authors note : Hi, if you are still reading, please comment so I know and will keep going.Adrian’s POV Kayla had been through too much lately. I could see it in the way she carried herself—her shoulders tense, her lips pressed together in thought, her eyes shadowed by exhaustion. Every time she closed her eyes, I knew she wasn’t finding peace.She was dealing with the the thoughts of Ingrid and Hector’s possible betrayal plus whatever the hell that glowing mark on her wrist meant, and on top of it all, my mother had lashed out at her like she was the root of every problem in our pack.It was too much.I wasn’t going to let her drown in it. Not today.She needed a break, and I was going to give it to her.---I found her in the courtyard, sitting on the stone bench, staring at the garden. She was absently rubbing her wrist, the mark still faintly glowing in the afternoon light.“Hey,” I said, stepping beside her.She looked up, her expression softening when she saw me. “Hey.”We'll t

Adrian’s POVXavier arrived exactly when he said he would. His caravan of vehicles rolled up to the packhouse gates like he was some kind of noble returning home, which was laughable considering he had no home here. The moment I saw him step out, dressed in a crisp black shirt and slacks as if he were attending a business meeting instead of setting foot in enemy territory, my mood soured even further.I didn’t trust him. Not even for a second. And I was starting to wonder why I ever gave him the alliance in the first place.Then I remembered that I had done it in exchange of Kayla.I descended the steps of the palace, my posture rigid as I met him in the courtyard. The guards were on high alert, positioned around the perimeter, watching his every move. Logan stood at my side, his arms crossed and his expression unreadable, but I could feel his impatience radiating off him.Xavier took his time surveying his surroundings before his gaze shifted—up, toward the highest tower of the pal