All Chapters of Her thirst for vengeance: Chapter 461 - Chapter 470

Kayla POV I had never thought naming a child would feel this heavy. When I held my baby in my arms, swaddled and soft, the weight of the world seemed to press harder against my chest. Her eyes—those golden flecks hidden deep in the gray—felt like secrets staring back at me. She was more than a baby. I knew it. Everyone in the room knew it. But to me… she was just mine. My little girl. Adrian had been pacing the entire morning, more nervous than me, if that was even possible. His hands rubbed together, his jaw clenched, his gaze darting to me every five seconds as though he expected me to break. “Kayla,” he said carefully, his voice hushed but serious, “the council will demand her name be registered. We have to decide today.” “I know,” I whispered, brushing my thumb against my baby’s tiny cheek. She made a soft noise, a sigh more than a cry, and I melted. “But I don’t want them to define her by their prophecy. I don’t want them to take her away from me.” Adrian crouched besi

Ivonne’s POV I immediately hung up on Alison as my body began to shake with anger. How dare she pick up my husband’s phone? She knew it was me, his wife calling but she didn’t care. She wanted to show off. She wanted to rub it in my face that she was sleeping with my husband. How could she be so shameless and cruel? I had only caught glimpses of her around but had never officially met her before, and I couldn’t help but wonder what Lincoln saw in her? Was she prettier than me? Smarter? Bustier? What did she have that I didn’t? I had loved Lincoln for 11 years! I had given him everything I had! My inheritance, my family’s business , my love, my body, my budding career as an actress and he threw it all away for Alison? The same girl who dumped him for another man?! I closed my eyes and forced myself to calm down. I couldn’t lose focus of the goal here. The goal was to save my mom not worry about whatever two faced skank my husband was fucking. I needed to speak to him fa

Ivonne“What the fuck is wrong with you? Can you not see where you are going?” A deep masculine voice snapped at me.I looked up .... and up and my breath hitched in my throat.Alpha... Shit!Did i just spill my drink on an Alpha? I froze..He was tall, very tall. His shoulders were broad and his body was firm. I had a sudden weird urge to wrap my legs around him and see if I could climb him like a tree.He definitely looked like he could easily lift me up and hold me with just one arm.Then his face, dear god! He was easily the most handsome man I had ever seen. His jaw line looked sharp enough cut stone and his blue eyes, were cold enough to freeze my heart.But his hair! His hair was so dark, so full and so shiny that I wanted... no..needed to run my hands through it.I wanted him! I wanted this tall strong Alpha. And I wanted him now.Yes… it was definitely the alcohol talking now.The Alpha glared at me. “So what everyone has been saying about you is true then?”I blinked up at h

Please Comment if you are still readingIvonne's povI gave her the nastiest smile i could muster before trying to walk past her, but that was where everything went wrong.Of course, she didn’t let me leave in peace.Her manicured fingers shot out, nails digging into my arm, yanking me back with surprising strength.“Not so fast, Ivonne.”I froze, my stomach knotting. “What in he godess's name do you want now,, Alison?” I tried to sound firm, but my voice cracked at the edges.She leaned in close, her perfume suffocating, her lips brushing near my ear as she whispered, “Do you know what Lincoln told me last night?”My heart jumped at his name. I refused to look at her, but she tugged me closer until I could see her smug little smirk.“He said…” she drew it out, savoring every syllable, “…that you can’t swim.”I stiffened, panic flickering in my chest. “So what?”Alison’s smile widened, cruel and gleaming. “So now I’m curious, Ivonne. If you’re drowning… and I’m drowning… who will he c

Ivonne’s POVA scream ripped out of me before I could stop it.It wasn’t one of those soft startled gasps. No, this was a full-on, top-of-my-lungs, horror-movie type scream that could’ve shattered glass. Because the man in my bed, the very naked man lying so casually beside me, wasn’t my husband Lincoln.It was him again.The rude alpha.The one who dragged me out of the pool.The one I never wanted to see again.The one I definitely never wanted in my bed.“What the hell are you doing here?!” I shrieked, scrambling back until I nearly fell off the edge of the mattress.He stirred with a low groan, rubbing his temples like I was nothing but an annoying alarm clock. His voice was gravelly, sleep-rough, but still dripping with irritation.“Do you have to be so damn loud first thing in the morning?”I gaped at him, my whole body trembling. “Loud? You—you’re in my bed! Naked! Why are you in my bed?!”Finally, he opened his eyes, sharp and stormy, narrowing at me with a look that made my s