All Chapters of Her thirst for vengeance: Chapter 621 - Chapter 630

Ivonne's POV The liquid burned on the way down—hot, sharp, and smoky, like it carried fire in it instead of alcohol. I coughed softly and cleared my throat.Tessa immediately clapped her hands, laughing. “There you go! Look at you. You’re becoming more Lycan by the day.”I shot her a look. “Let’s not get carried away.”She grinned and raised her own cup. “Cheers to that.” She drank deeply, far less cautious than I was, and then nudged her cup toward me. “Come on, one more.”I shook my head quickly. “Nope. Absolutely not.”Her smile softened. “Still worried about what happened last time?”“Yes,” I said without hesitation. “Very.”Tessa nodded, understanding immediately. “That makes sense. You don’t handle Lycan mead the way we do. You went pale last time.”“And then everything went to hell,” I muttered.She sighed and leaned back. “Fair.”For a moment, we just sat there in silence, the air heavy with everything unsaid. Then Tessa glanced at me carefully.“So… has Hector made any progr

Ivonne's POV The water was still running when I realized my hands still wouldn’t stop shaking. No matter how much I scrubbed, no matter how hot the water got, I could still feel it—sticky, heavy, wrong. Blood that wasn’t supposed to be on me. Blood I couldn’t explain. “Ivonne,” Hector said softly behind me. I flinched. He reached forward and gently turned off the tap, then took my wrists before I could pull away. His hands were warm, steady, grounding. He examined my palms, my fingers, the faint red marks that refused to fade no matter how hard I’d scrubbed. He lifted my chin. “Tell me again what happened.” My chest tightened. “I already told you,” I said, my voice coming out thin and brittle. “I don’t remember. I don’t remember anything.” His jaw tightened slightly. He sighed—not in anger, but in exhaustion. Like today had carved something deep into him too. The sound hurt more than if he’d shouted. “So you don’t believe me,” I said quietly. Hector’s head snapped up. “Th

IVONNE'S POVThe moment the guards seized my arms, I felt every muscle in my body coil. This wasn’t my first time being dragged to the Lycan realm, but something in their grip today was… different and so much worse. It was Colder. More confident, like they already knew what was waiting for me and it was not goodThey marched me to the back of the manor, where the trees arched low and the air shimmered with the familiar residue of magic. I swallowed hard. The last time I was dragged back here, I was terrified. Today, I wasn’t sure what I felt. Fear, yes — but also anger simmering beneath my ribs.“Ready?” one of them asked, not bothering to pretend the question was real.“As ready as someone being marched to hell can be,” I muttered.They didn’t respond. The magic circle flared to life beneath our feet, glyphs rising like molten silver. A pulse of energy burst outward, and the world shattered into mist.When the mist cleared, I expected darkness like the last time, I expected Silence a

Ivonne's POV “Wait!” I called, voice cracking. Athena paused at the door, silhouette outlined by torchlight. My voice is barely a whisper when I ask, “If I…consider your offer…what exactly are you willing to give? As Elara’s mother, what power or resources do you even have over all this? Are you willing to offer me more?" Athena’s eyebrows rise, pleasantly surprised. “Oh? Are we being reasonable now?” She clasps her hands. “Elara insisted you would choose your greed in the end. It seems she was right.” My Greed? That’s what Elara really thinks of me? That i would betray Hector for my Greed? Wow, what a friend. Anger ripples beneath my skin like electricity, but I force a smile to look Sweet. Harmless. Curious. “I just need to know what more you’re offering before I decide,” I say. “Isn’t that fair?” She studies me for a moment, likely mistaking my calm for surrender. Good. Let her underestimate me. “What I offer,” she says, stepping forward, “is my influence. I can

Ivonne’s POVThe guards came for me as soon as the sun lit up the sky.Rough hands yanked me outside before I even fully stood up. The chains around my wrists clinked like cruel little bells when they attached the cuffs, and one of the guards muttered something about "not trying anything." As if I had anywhere to run.I didn't resist.I just breathed. In. Out. Slow. Like Hector had once taught me too.They marched me down the corridors of the dungeon, each step echoing off the stone. My heart was beating so hard it felt like it might burst straight through my ribs. When the heavy double doors opened and the morning air hit my face, I blinked against the sunlight— And froze.Because A huge crowd waited outside the courthouse. I hadn't even realized the dungeon was that close to the court, but there it was, behind a gathering of angry Lycans.And this was Not a small gathering too.This was practically a mob of Ferocious Lycans With Faces twisted in disgust. Contempt and Hungry for bl