All Chapters of Forbidden: Fated To My Step Son : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Amara’s POVThe air shifted the moment we reached the ruins.They stood like broken teeth in the earth—black stone structures split by time, fire, and war. Moss had grown over the carvings, and roots had split the floors. The sun barely pierced through the clouds. The moment my boots touched the threshold of the old courtyard, I felt the world hold its breath.Kael stayed close beside me, his hand brushing mine, grounding me. The rest of the warriors formed a wide half-circle around the edge of the site, their eyes scanning the shadows. No one spoke.We didn’t have to. They felt it too.The guardians emerged like fog, their shapes forming out of the dark. Dozens of them, maybe more, all identical. Tall, draped in long chain-bound robes, skin like wax, faces pale and featureless except for the eyes—white and glowing, filled with a light that didn’t belong to the living. Their mouths were sealed shut with silver wire, stitched closed in a way that made my stomach turn.They did not move

Amara’s POVI stood frozen as the girl rose from the column of light, the air rippling around her like reality itself couldn’t decide if she belonged here. Her feet hovered inches above the shattered ground. Her hair was the same length as mine, same wild curls, but it moved like it was underwater. Her eyes—silver at the edges, fire at the center—looked straight through me. When she spoke, her voice echoed with layers, like it wasn’t just her speaking, but a hundred souls sharing one mouth."You stole my name."The pack behind me shifted uneasily. Even Kael took a step closer, protective as always, but I raised a hand to stop him. I couldn’t look away from her. I didn’t understand how it was possible. I had just reclaimed my birth name. I had just seen my own memories in the Source. This wasn’t a trick of the Hollow. This was real. Tangible. Living.She tilted her head slowly. “Ashira. That name belonged to me first.”I stepped forward, heart racing. “Who are you?”She floated a littl

Amara’s POVThe sky was softer now. That was the first thing I noticed when I returned.Not clearer, not brighter—just softer, as if the world had exhaled and the heaviness pressing on every living thing had lifted. For the first time in my life, the wind didn't carry warning. It carried warmth. The kind that didn’t burn.I woke up on a bed of moss near the ruins of the Source Stone, my skin damp from dew, my bones humming with quiet. Not power. Not pain. Just quiet. My fingers flexed against the earth. I felt everything beneath it—roots, memories, breath. I was whole, but not the same. I had left something behind in the light. And taken something with me.Kael was sitting beside me, his eyes red-rimmed, his hands covered in ash and dried blood. But the moment I moved, he exhaled.“You’re awake,” he whispered, like saying it too loud might undo it.“I’m here,” I replied.His hand cupped the back of my neck and pulled me into him. We stayed there, forehead to forehead, for a long time.

Amara’s POVLila’s laughter should have soothed me. It always had. But that night, as her giggles drifted across the clearing, something inside me recoiled.She was playing with two pups near the fire, her braid swinging with each spin. On the outside, she looked like our daughter. But when I glanced toward the river, I saw her reflection in the water. It stood still. Unblinking. A perfect echo with one difference—its eyes. They weren’t Lila’s.They were black. Bottomless.Kael saw it too.He stood beside me in silence, his jaw locked tight, one hand gripping the hilt of the blade he no longer carried unless something inside him said he should. And right now, every instinct we’d both ever sharpened was whispering the same thing.Something had come back with our daughter.“She doesn’t know,” Kael said, his voice low. “Or if she does, she’s hiding it.”“She’s just a child,” I whispered.“She wasn’t supposed to return,” he said.Neither of us looked away.Later that night, after the othe

Amara’s POVI stood inside a life that wasn’t mine but once had been. The fire etched across my skin wasn’t burning me—it was reminding me. Each rune that shimmered on Lila’s body had passed into me through her touch, and now the air vibrated with memory.Zivana.The name no one was meant to speak. The face no one was meant to wear again.And yet, I saw her. Felt her.Not as an intruder.But as a version of me that had waited for too long to be remembered.Kael knelt beside Lila’s bed, one hand resting on her knee, the other clenched into the dirt like he could anchor us all by sheer will.“She’s still in there,” he whispered. “Our daughter.”“She’s always been,” I said.“But this thing—this part of you—what does it want?”I stared at the mark glowing faintly on Lila’s temple, shaped like a spiral folding inward.“It doesn’t want power. It wants presence. Recognition. It’s the truth I buried to survive.”Kael looked up at me, eyes fierce. “Then how do we unbury it without losing her?”