All Chapters of Her thirst for vengeance: Chapter 661 - Chapter 670

Ivonnes povI stare at the dead bodies in front of me.I don't do anything or say anything, I just keep staring.Like Maybe if I stare long enough, they’ll suddenly sit up and tell us who did it.Spoiler: they don’t.My hands curl into fists.“How?” I demand. “How did this happen?”Sevrin drags a hand down his face.“I don’t know,” he says honestly. “No one came in. I’ve been standing outside this corridor the entire time.”“That’s impossible,” I snap. “People don’t just drop dead, with their necks snapped for fun.”Leo scans the room, jaw tight.“There was No forced entry and No broken locks either.”I whirl on them.“So someone walked in, murdered them, and walked out without any of you noticing?”Sevrin’s jaw clenches and I could tell that this mishap felt like a painful failure on his part“Yes.” he admits through gritted teeth and My chest burns.“They were probably killed to shut them up,” I say. “Which means they had more to say. Which means someone was scared of what they migh

Ivonnes povWalking into the Lycan court hall feels nothing like walking into a room.It feels like stepping onto a battlefield with no armor.Leo walks slightly ahead of me, his posture stiff and alert. Larry stays close on my other side, quiet but steady, like he’s bracing himself in case I fall. The massive doors swing open—and I freeze.Because almost right in my face are Cameras.So many goddamn cameras.Flashes explode in my face. Clicks. Whirs. Voices overlapping.And For a second, my brain just… blanks.“What the hell is happening?” I hiss under my breath, leaning toward Leo without stopping.He doesn’t even look surprised.“You’ve gathered a lot of attention recently,” he murmurs. “You are officially the First female Alpha across all Lycan realms. The public has been desperate to see you.”I nearly stumble.“The court actually allowed this?” I whisper. “The elders permitted the media to attend the meeting?”Larry exhales slowly beside me.“They probably think they have someth

Ivonne's povI wake up slowly.Not the jarring, heart-racing kind of waking.Just… drifting, Floating back into my body.The first thing I notice is warmth. Hector’s arm is heavy around my waist, his face buried against my shoulder, his breath steady and warm. For a few blissful seconds, I forget everything.The court. The challenge. Justin. The attack.But Then the dream slips back into my mind and i see my face with Silver eyes.Find the truth. Let everyone know.... those were her words.My stomach tightens because What did it mean?Was it about my mother? About Hector? About me?Or was my mind just torturing me because I barely slept?I sigh softly and Hector shifts.“Mmm…” he murmurs. “Why are you awake?”I turn my head and smile at him.“Why are you?”“Because you moved.”“Dont blame me, That’s not fair.”He cracks one eye open.“Life isn’t fair.”I snort.For a moment, neither of us says anything.We just lie there, in the Warm th and Safety of each other, not yet willing to fa

Ivonne's povI don’t say anything at first and Neither does Lincoln.He’s frozen behind his desk, one hand still hovering near the screen he definitely did not turn off fast enough.The image is burned into my brain anyway. Lincoln's hands on my waist.My head tilted back in laughter from the soft kiss he pressed to my temple.It was our wedding and I had thought that it was the hapiest day of my life.My chest tightens at the memory and Lincoln clears his throat.“Well,” he says stiffly, reaching for a random folder, “this is unexpected.”I blink.Is he… really going to pretend that didn’t just happen?I almost laugh. Almost.Instead, I cross my arms and open my mouth to ask why he would even bother watching it.Why he still cares. Why he’s torturing himself. Why he’s torturing me.But I stop myself.Beause No. I don’t care. I refuse to care about his foolishness that doesnt concern meHe straightens in his chair, mask sliding back into place.“So,” he says coolly. “What are you doin

Ivonne's povI kept my glare fixed on Lincoln, my teeth grinding slightly as I struggled to breathe evenly.That necklace... my mother’s necklace... was more than just jewelry. It was memory, legacy, every ounce of love and care my father had put into protecting my mother’s memory. And here was this tramp Alison, wearing it like some trophy, with Lincoln silently letting it happen.“I can’t fuckng believe this,” I sneered at him. “Lincoln… did you actually give her that?”Lincoln sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “No. I didn’t give it to her.”My eyes narrowed. “Then what? Did you… allow it? Permit it?”Alison smirked, stepping closer, and with all the grace of someone deliberately testing me, she said, “Nope. Lincoln didn’t give it to me. He just said I could take anything I wanted, and I wanted this. So, here we are.”My chest tightened so fast I almost couldn’t speak. “You—remove it. Now.”Alison laughed, a sharp, brittle sound that grated on my nerves. “Or what?”“Or I remov