Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bullied by my stepsister; Claimed by the Alpha : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

~RIYAThe battlefield was quiet—for a breath.Then came the shriek.It ripped through the sky like a lightning bolt, ancient and unnatural. My wolf flinched inside me, but I held my ground, eyes narrowed at the horizon where shadows churned like a black tide. The witches were coming.The last army.Nathaniel stood beside me, silent and solemn, his hand brushing mine. We didn’t need words anymore. His presence grounded me, but I could feel the burning ember of fear deep in his soul—not for himself, but for me.“I have to go ahead,” I said quietly, my voice steadier than I felt. “It’s time.”Nathaniel’s jaw clenched. “You’ll wait for the signal.”“I can’t. The final gate is almost open. If we don’t shut it down now—”“I know,” he interrupted, eyes full of pain. “Just promise me you’ll come back.”“I will,” I whispered, pressing my forehead to his. “I promise.”Then I turned, cloak whipping in the wind, and ran into the dark.---The cliffs of Moonrest were nothing but jagged bones benea

~RIYAThe battlefield lay in smoldering ruins. Smoke curled into the sky like ghostly fingers mourning the dead, and the bitter scent of blood and magic clung to my skin. I couldn’t stop shaking.Ama was gone.She had vanished in a blaze of silver light, screaming my name with a voice that cracked open old memories—when we were children chasing moonbeams, when she still held a piece of my heart. But that piece was long shattered.My mate, Nathaniel, stood beside me, blood soaking his clothes and streaking his jaw. His arm was firmly wrapped around my waist, grounding me. We were both breathing hard, and the silence that followed the end of the battle was almost more terrifying than the chaos itself.I looked around. The witches had retreated—or been annihilated. The earth bore the wounds of our clash: charred grass, bodies strewn like broken dolls, trees scorched black from magical flames. In the distance, I saw Thane limping toward us, one arm hanging at an awkward angle, but his eye

~RIYAThe first light of dawn spilled across the valley, brushing the burnt fields of River Hearts with hues of gold and crimson. Smoke rose like prayers from the smoldering remains of battle, the sky eerily silent after the storm of war. Bodies—witch, werewolf, hybrid, ally—littered the broken earth. Blood soaked the soil, mingling with ash and rainwater.I stood at the highest ridge, overlooking the valley, my wolf pacing restlessly inside me. She had not stopped growling since the witches fell. Power still crackled beneath my skin, the last remnants of that terrifying, beautiful force I had unleashed. My mother’s blood. Inadu’s legacy. My birthright.We had won.But the cost...Too many lives. Too many burned dreams.Nathaniel joined me on the ridge, silent. His coat was torn, his arm in a sling, blood staining his temple. Yet his presence was steady. The moment he stepped beside me, the storm inside me quieted. I leaned into him, and he wrapped his good arm around my waist."You d

~RIYAI stood at the edge of the battlefield that had once threatened to claim my soul. Smoke curled upward in lazy spirals from the charred earth, and the scent of magic and ash lingered like an old wound refusing to heal. The witch hybrids had been eradicated. Ama—my sister, my tormentor, my mirror—was gone. And I was still here.Alive. But changed.The sun began to rise, casting a golden hue across the horizon. Its rays fell on the blood-stained field, turning death into something… almost beautiful. Like the final brushstroke on a long, chaotic painting. The war was over. Yet my hands trembled—not from fear, but from the sheer weight of what came next."Riya?"Nathaniel's voice reached me like a lifeline, deep and steady despite the exhaustion that clung to both of us. I turned toward him slowly, eyes meeting his gray ones. He was limping, his arm tightly bandaged, but his gaze held only tenderness.I reached for him instinctively. “You’re hurt.”“So are you,” he replied, brushing

~RIYAThe morning sun filtered through the crystal-paned windows of the River Heart Pack's newly rebuilt Luna Hall. Soft golden light played across the pale stone floors, dancing with the warmth of a new beginning. My hand rested on the gentle swell of my belly, already starting to show despite it being only a few months along. It was as if the child within me was growing as fast as the world was healing around us.Nathaniel walked into the hall behind me, barefoot, his dark hair still wet from a shower, carrying two mugs of herbal tea. He paused for a moment at the sight of me, silhouetted in the sunrise. I could feel his gaze lingering, full of awe and reverence as if I were something more than a woman—something sacred.Maybe I was. Or maybe I was just beginning to believe I could be.“Chamomile,” he said softly, offering me the tea. “The healer said it helps with your… mood swings.”I rolled my eyes but smiled as I took the mug. “I do not have mood swings.”Nathaniel raised a brow