All Chapters of Her thirst for vengeance: Chapter 561 - Chapter 570

Ivonne's pov I knocked on Elara’s door and immediately regretted how loud it sounded as it worsened my still aching head. The sharp thud echoed down the hall, and after a long pause, a very groggy voice groaned from the other side. “For the love of the goodness! Who is it this early morning?”She sounded like how I felt when I first woke up with that pounding headache. “It’s me, Ivonne,” I said quickly. “Can I come in?” The door opened just a crack, and Elara’s face appeared. Her usually sharp eyes were half-closed, her hair was sticking up in every direction, and she looked about five seconds away from collapsing again.This was the first time I had ever seen a Lycan look anything but perfect. It was actually a refreshing sight. “Oh, goddess,” she muttered, rubbing her forehead. “Don’t tell me it’s late morning already.” “It’s almost noon,” I said, stepping inside. Her room was dim, the curtains drawn, and it smelled faintly of wine and lycan mead. “You look like death.”

Ivonne's pov I was still standing there, staring like an idiot, not believing what I had just remembered when Hector casually lifted a towel from around his cupboard and began drying his hair. The slow, unbothered movement snapped me back to reality, but my mind was still reeling from the flash of memory — my lips on his chest, my laughter, his hand on my waist.“Are you just going to stand there, or did you actually come here for something?” he asked, his voice calm and maddeningly composed.“I—” I blinked, my mouth opening but nothing coming out.He raised an eyebrow, still toweling his hair, his tone unreadable. “You barged into my room. Any particular reason?”My brain scrambled, trying to remember why I’d come here in the first place. For a few seconds, all I could think about was the way his hair clung to his forehead and how the towel moved against his neck. Then, suddenly, it hit me.“Larry,” I blurted. “Larry called me.”Hector paused mid-motion. “Larry?”“Yes,” I snapped.

Ivonne’s POV The hours slipped by faster than I expected and Before I knew it, it was almost time to meet Justin. I stood in front of the mirror, brushing a few loose strands of hair into place and adjusting my blouse. The reflection that looked back at me actually didn’t seem half-bad. My dark hair fell in soft waves, my makeup was simple but polished, and the pastel blouse paired with my pencil skirt gave me that perfect mix of professional and pretty. “Not bad,” I murmured, smiling faintly at my reflection. “You look like a woman who can escape any kind of hell forced on her.” Honestly, that’s exactly how it felt. A few hours away from the Manor—away from Hector’s brooding, his teasing, his confusing moods not to mention Lincoln and Alison's drama —sounded like heaven. My shoulders relaxed just thinking about it.I had to leave now before something stopped me I glanced at the hallway after opening my door just a crack. The coast was clear. No sound of Hector’s footsteps, no b

Ivonne’s POVI stumbled away from their reaching hands as The world seemed to tilt beneath me.“I’m sorry wait—what?” I managed to choke out, staring at the tall Lycans in disbelief. “You—you think I did what?”The one who looked like their leader stepped even closer. “Miss Ivonne please cooperate as we take you in for the murder of Lady Viera.”I took another desperate step back automatically. “That’s insane! I didn’t—there must be some mistake! I didn’t kill anyone!”Before I could say anything else, one of them forcefully grabbed my wrist before twisting it behind my back with terrifying strength. I cried out, more from shock than pain, and another Lycan snapped something cold and metallic around my wrists.I hissed as an immediate chill swept through my body. The cuffs weren’t ordinary. I could feel it—the energy inside me, my werewolf instincts, my inner senses—all of it dulled instantly like someone had flipped a switch.“What are these?” I demanded, struggling.“Lycan-forged re

IVONNE POV"Please stop pretending Ivonne. Because Hector was found trying to dispose of your bloody clothes today. And we have confirmed that the blood on your clothes are from his deceased concubine Viera. So please explain that to me."I just stared at Sevrin, my mind blank, my throat painfully tight. It felt like his question was still echoing in the cell even though he’d asked it only seconds ago.Viera's Blood was on my clothes?!Hector tried to dispose of My clothes beause they had Vieras blood on them. How? When? Why?For a second, I couldn’t even breathe. Then my mind lurched, dragging memories up like they were buried under mud.I could vividly remember Hector saying he gave my clothes to Lora because I had puked on them.But… he never said anything about blood.Not once.And i could remember when Lora—my throat tightened at the memory— when Lora had told me that she never received those clothes to wash. I’d brushed her off, thinking she was either right that Hector had bee