All Chapters of Her thirst for vengeance: Chapter 891 - Chapter 900

Larry's povI took that generational hatred, that deep, hollow pain of being an incomplete creature, and I poured it straight into my little girl's heart. I taught her how to hate. I taught her how to manipulate."Ivonne is below you, Alison," I had told her when she was just a teenager. "She carries the blood of those who cursed us. You must take everything from her. You must take Lincoln. You must ruin her."I remembered the day Alison had come running back to this very hideout, her face flushed with excitement, her eyes shining brighter than I had ever seen them."Daddy! I met him!" she had cried out, grabbing my hands. "I met Lincoln! He's so kind, Daddy. He talked to me for hours. I think... I think I really love him! He makes me feel so safe. If I marry him, can we stop fighting? Can we just be happy now?"I remembered the coldness in my own voice that day. I had taken her hands and pulled her close, ruining her innocent joy."He is a tool, Alison," I had told her sternly. "Ivon

Ivonne's povA short while later, Hector and I finally returned to our private rooms. The guards closed the heavy wooden doors behind us, shutting out the rest of the world.The hearth was already lit, casting a golden, comforting glow across the stone walls and plush rugs. The physical and emotional exhaustion of the last two days hit me all at once, making my limbs feel wonderfully heavy.Hector unbuckled his dagger belt, letting it clatter safely onto the table, before walking over to where I stood near the fire. He reached out, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind and pulling me back against his broad chest. He buried his face in my hair, letting out a long, deep breath."We made it back," he murmured softly into my neck."We did," I whispered, resting my hands over his arms."I was thinking about your grandfather on the ride home," Hector said quietly, his voice full of a rare, solemn reverence. "I owe Mr. Archibald everything. If he hadn't subtly guided my path toward t

Ivonne's pov"How am I the bad guy?" I asked. "I've done nothing wrong except try to live my life peacefully." I snapped but Larry wasnt having it."And what about me? Do you think I wasn't just trying to live my life?!" Marcellus continued furiously. "I was raised to guard the purity of the Lycan dynasty and look down on outsiders! We were all taught to protect our own and hate our enemies! You sit there on your high throne, judging us, acting as if you are completely perfect!"He turned his fierce gaze onto Hector. "And you, Alpha! You grew up with a loving mother! Even with your family drama, Archibald raised you well, gave you love, and guided you right into the arms of your mate! You know nothing of the darkness we faced! You know nothing of losing everyone you love until there is nothing left inside you but ash!"Marcellus locked eyes with me, his tone dropping into a chilling whisper. "Even you, Ivonne... you have nearly lost yourself to the dark multiple times. With the right

Ivonne's pov‘Go ahead,’ I whispered back in my mind. ‘Give them their proof.’I closed my eyes and took a quiet breath.Then BOOM!A sudden, terrifying, supernatural pressure erupted from my body. The air in the grand hall instantly turned ice-cold. The massive iron chandeliers hanging from the ceiling swung wildly as a blinding, golden light exploded from my skin.Every single person in the room fell completely silent, choked into submission by the sheer, crushing weight of divine power.Behind me, the golden aura coalesced, expanding upward until it hit the high arched ceiling. The majestic, spectral form of a gigantic, roaring golden beast materialized right above my head, with its eyes burning like miniature suns, its massive fangs bared, its roar echoing like thunder through the stone walls.The sight was so terrifyingly majestic that several elders stumbled backward, shrieking in utter terror and dropping to their knees. Even Hector, Thorin, and Denise stood frozen beside me, t

Ivonne's povThe heavy side doors groaned open, and four royal guards marched into the center of the hall, pulling a heavy iron chain.Bound in the center of the chains was Elder Marcellus.A collective gasp echoed through the room. Marcellus had always been a proud, arrogant man who bullied everyone around him and looked down on outsiders with disgust. But right now... he looked utterly pitiful.His fine robes were torn and stained with dirt. His hands were bound in heavy silver shackles, his shoulders slouched, and his face was bright red with absolute shame. He kept his eyes glued to the stone floor, completely humiliated to be paraded like a common criminal in front of the very Alphas he used to command.As I looked at him standing there, shivering in his chains, a unexpected wave of sadness hit my heart.He was a bully, I thought, staring at the old man. He betrayed the whole realm. But he was also taught to be this way.I remembered what he had told me in the cell. He had been r