Semua Bab Forbidden: Fated To My Step Son : Bab 61 - Bab 70

Kael's POV I never imagined I’d see him again.Alpha Derrick stood beneath the fractured ceiling, wrapped in a cloak of silver and arrogance, his presence just as suffocating as I remembered. He hadn’t aged a day—same cold eyes, same smug grin that used to make me feel like I was nothing more than a legacy he regretted.Only this time, I wasn’t that boy anymore.Amara stepped in front of me without hesitation, the blade of Selene flashing in the firelight. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t ask questions. She read my silence, my frozen breath, and knew exactly who stood before us.“You’re supposed to be dead,” I said, my voice like gravel in my throat.Derrick tilted his head. “And you were supposed to be an obedient heir. We all disappoint sometimes.”Amara’s voice was ice. “What do you want?”“I came for what’s mine,” he said, eyes sliding over her like a claim he hadn’t earned. “And clearly, you’ve stolen something that doesn’t belong to you.”She didn’t move. “Try to take me.”Derrick

AmaraI had seen death.I had wielded it, survived it, stood with my hands drenched in it.But whatever was inside Trina now—this was something else.She convulsed on the stone floor, her mouth open in a soundless scream as black smoke poured from her eyes and fingertips. The shadows recoiled. Even the Forgotten kept their distance. This wasn’t possession. This wasn’t magic.It was infestation.Kael stood protectively in front of me, but I stepped around him, heart pounding.“We can’t let her turn,” I said.“She already has,” the crowned woman whispered.Trina's body twisted unnaturally, bones snapping as her spine arched high off the ground. Her skin peeled in strips, revealing something underneath—dark, sinewed, slick with blood and smoke. Not a wolf. Not a beast. A vessel.Her head jerked violently and locked on me.“Daughter of Hollow Vale,” she hissed, voice layered and broken. “Your father's seal weakens.”Kael moved forward, claws bared. “What are you?”“Not what,” it said. “Wh

AmaraPain makes you honest.My knees buckled as her blade caught me in the ribs, the edge sharp with something more than steel. It sliced through skin and memory. I gasped, vision doubling for a second. The blood running down my side felt colder than it should’ve.Fracture-blades didn’t just cut the body. They cut the soul.She smirked as I staggered. “You thought love would shield you?”“No,” I panted, straightening. “I thought I didn’t need to be shielded anymore.”She attacked again. I ducked, then drove my shoulder into hers, forcing her backward. Our bodies clashed like echoes fighting to become truth.Kael moved along the edge of the clearing, eyes narrowed, tense—but not interfering.He couldn’t help. This was my fight.The fracture pulsed with energy, responding to our struggle. The trees of bone creaked, leaves made of whispers falling silently around us. I could feel the line between us blurring—me and her. The longer the fight dragged, the more her voice sounded like mine.

Kael's POV I should have stopped her.When Amara stepped into the circle, the Vault responded like a storm breaking its own sky. Light erupted in arcs around her, pulsing through the floor in jagged, golden veins. Her eyes went white, her breath caught, and for a second—just a second—I thought I’d lost her to whatever ancient force had claimed her name.Then she screamed.Not in fear.In fury.And the Vault screamed back.I ran to her, ignoring Alexander’s shouted warning. Victor didn’t move—he just watched with that familiar expression, half awe, half calculation.Amara dropped to her knees, her body glowing like the air around her couldn’t decide whether to crown her or consume her.I reached for her.The circle flared.I was thrown backward, crashing against the Vault wall hard enough to taste blood. Stone cracked beneath me.“Kael!” she shouted—her voice layered now, older than it should be.She turned toward the Sleepers.They were fully formed now. No longer vague shadows.They

Kael’s POV I didn’t believe it at first.Smoke still curled through the shattered Vault wall, chunks of rune-covered stone littering the ground. Amara leaned against me, her body still trembling from the trial she had survived, the fire of her inner battle barely cooled.Then she stepped through.Trina.Alive.Smiling.Her boots crunched across the debris as if she had every right to be here. Behind her stood half a dozen wolves, armed and clad in foreign markings—Derrick’s. But it wasn’t them I feared.It was her.Her scent hit me last. Familiar. Wrong.“How?” I managed, stepping between her and Amara instinctively.Trina’s eyes flicked to Amara, then to me. “Oh, Kael. That’s not the question you should be asking.”Victor exhaled hard. “This bitch again?”Alexander was already drawing his blade. “You were exiled.”“And yet here I stand,” she said with a mock curtsy. “Exile was a minor inconvenience. Death... now that was harder to get out of.”Amara straightened slowly, her voice h