Semua Bab ALPHA'S REGRET, QUEEN'S REVENGE: Bab 251 - Bab 260

LEVIATHAN The moment Valour entered the sea palace, I knew.I felt it in the current, the manner of the depths that pulsed around me. The water foamed not with return but with treachery.He entered my chamber with a wet cloak, an unreadable face, and the acrid scent of smoke on his skin."You lost," I scoffed, my voice thunderous as against the coral pillars.Valour threw back his hood. "Not precisely."I stood up. "Don't play with me. Did you kill her?"He stumbled. One breath. Two."No."The whole place is enveloped with silence that could drown cities. I took a step forward. The water that churned around us spat."You didn't even try to defeat her, did you?"He looked at me. Brave. Foolish. "I struggled against her. She defeated me."I laughed. Low and poisonous. "You expect me to believe the first son of Leviathan was defeated like some surface-dwelling puppy?""No. I want you to believe I lived. That should be enough to tell you what we're dealing with.""You're making excuses."

ALEXIA It's been chaos all through the whole time; it is high time the coven is purged of all discrepancies. The night was too quiet and calm in spite of the continuous confrontations and issues we've been dealing with over the past few years, which was exactly why I was suspicious. The moon hung low, almost watching me as I moved through the thick underbrush of the Northern Glade of the witches territory. Every branch I pushed aside, every whisper of wind felt like it carried something unspoken. I knew this land. I knew how it breathed. And tonight, it was holding its breath. My boots were silent on the soft moss as I made my way to the hollowed tree at the centre of the glade—a place reserved only for coven-sanctioned ceremonies. Sacred. Hidden. Bound in blood, death and secrecy. And tonight, it was glowing. Faintly, but very obviously alive with life and light. My heart dropped into my stomach. No one was supposed to be here. No meetings had been called. Not by me—the coven head;

AKAELThe smell of blood was soothing music to my ear.It lingered on my skin, in my breath, even in my thoughts. The howl of the dying wolves was wind to me now, a murmur beneath the thrum of my heartbeat.They tried to flee. gods, how they ran.But I moved faster.My claws had long since transformed, wet with the blood no longer my own. My fangs pounded with fury I could no longer categorise. I'd gone past reason. Past sorrow. Past purpose.I'd lost everything worth living for, and Akasha had chosen the side of traitors and abandoned me alone, without even a look over her shoulder.So I burnt all and everyone with impunity.Villages were razed. Dens were toppled. Forests twisted in agony. I strolled through the devastation like an old god—cruel, hollow, unkind.They cried for mercy."Akael, please!""My children—please, we surrender!"I presented them with silence.Their screams were my wind.I ravaged the Alphas, toppled the high and entombed the shattered. I splattered the trees w

AKASHA I held him tighter than I ever had before. His arms trembled around me like a fever dream, his head buried into my shoulder. There was no crown on his brow. No fire in his eyes. Just a boy I had once known. A brother I had once adored. And yet… even as he wept into my tunic, even as his claws retracted and his breathing slowed— I felt it. That thread of madness was still tangled deep in his heart. “I can fix this,” he whispered. “We can start over, Akasha. You and I. Forget them. Forget her. Hailey. We never needed her anyway. We were all we needed.” My breath hitched. “Akael…” His fingers gripped my arm with just enough pressure to remind me: the monster was sleeping. Not gone. Never gone. “We’ll burn down the unwanted thrones,” he continued, eyes glassy with hope, delusion threading his voice. “You’ll rule beside me. You’ll see. We’ll make them kneel.” “Akael”, I said again. My voice broke. “We can’t.” His face stiffened, pulling back. “Why not?” “Because you’re no

HAILEY The world was finally still and peaceful. No crashing waves. No howling winds. No screams of war or grief. Just the quiet rustle of trees brushing in the night breeze and the low, steady beat of my heart.We had survived another clash with an unwanted roach. Barely. Leviathan was gone, dissolved into sea mist and memory, and yet the ache of everything still pressed into my bones like frost.I stood at the balcony of the guest chamber they’d secured for me. My people were still gathering the wounded. Ryan had sent Logan, Jermaine, and Jackson back to the main court to debrief the elders. He said he needed a moment. We both did. Jaden had finally put Akasha to sleep with the triplets continuously watching over her nervously.The door opened behind me."I should’ve known you’d come out here and freeze instead of resting," Ryan said.I didn’t turn. "I like the cold."His footsteps padded across the room until his arms slid around my waist from behind. He didn’t say anything. Just