All Chapters of Forbidden: Fated To My Step Son : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

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Chapter 78: Power Never Leaves Without Taking Something

Amara's POV I didn’t hear the world break.I felt it.The impact of Derrick’s first strike cracked the ground, sent rivers of heat splitting through stone, and pulled screams from the wolves behind us who hadn’t realized they were standing on the edge of annihilation. My feet didn’t move. I held.Because I wasn’t just fighting him.I was fighting what he made me feel.The anger. The betrayal. The hunger to burn back.“You can’t win this,” he called through the smoke and magic. “You don’t know what this power wants from you.”I stepped forward. Fire followed.“I know exactly what it wants.”Derrick launched another pulse of shadow-magic—slick and ancient, wound tight with stolen spirits. I raised both hands and met it with flame, silver and gold bursting from my palms. The collision roared like thunder, rattling the bones of the world.I didn’t care that my skin blistered.Or that every step I took scorched the earth.What I cared about was the way his voice cracked when he tried to s

Chapter 79: Love Doesn’t Always Survive the Fire

Kael's POV She looked like Amara.But she wasn’t Amara—not completely.The woman who stepped from that pillar of flame moved like she remembered humanity, but had left it behind. Her feet didn’t touch the ground so much as command it. Her skin glowed faintly, each breath illuminating the mark over her heart, the one that pulsed in sync with the ruined sky.I wanted to run to her.Instead, I stayed still.Because I saw the hesitation in her eyes. The fear she didn’t want to name.“Kael,” she said, and even her voice had changed—layered, like two versions of her were speaking at once.“Tell me you’re still in there,” I whispered.Her lips trembled. “I don’t know.”The battlefield was silent. Wolves on both sides watched her with a reverence that bordered on worship—or fear. Even Alexander stood frozen, sword lowered, as if he too sensed the shift in the air. The storm had passed, but the aftermath wasn’t peace.It was rebirth.Victor approached slowly, eyeing Amara with a mix of awe an

Chapter 80: Fire Remembers Who It Belonged To

Amara's POV We crossed into forgotten land before sunrise.Victor led us through twisted trees that bent away from the wind, past stones too old to bear names. The silence wasn’t natural. It was protective—like the world itself held its breath when it realized what was returning to its roots.No one spoke.Even Kael, walking beside me with fire pulsing beneath his skin, didn’t speak. But his presence was constant. A tether in the storm I’d become.The journey ended at a clearing carved by fire, long before our time. In its center stood a circle of blackened stone, scorched and sunken like the earth itself had once burned and never healed.I remembered it.Not from memory.From blood.“I was born here,” I whispered.Victor nodded. “This is where your mother lit the flame and hid you from the world.”And from him.From Derrick.From fate.Kael reached for my hand, fingers brushing mine like he wasn’t sure I’d still feel human.“I’m here,” I said, curling my fingers into his.“For now,”

Chapter 81: Beneath the Flames, We Rise

Kael’s POVThe ground shook as we charged toward the Vault. Smoke hung thick in the air, mixing the smell of blood and burnt wood. The night blazed around us, our hidden rebellion now out in the open. Fighters from the Blackthorn and Silvercrest packs battled together, swords flashing and claws tearing through the chaos, while the cries of the fallen were drowned out by the crackling magic in the air.Amara raced ahead of me, her hair streaming behind her. She held the old artifact—a black knife covered with strange symbols from her past. She wasn't just a victim anymore; she had become a force.We crashed through the last set of rusted gates into the Vault's core. The chamber loomed large, carved from solid rock centuries ago. Towering columns, inscribed with symbols we couldn't read but all feared, surrounded us. At the center stood Derrick, brimming with a twisted mix of authority and madness, fueled by his desire to dominate after Alpha Magnus's fall.I’ve waited for this, Derrick

Chapter 82: A Flame That Remembers

Amara’s POVThe world outside the tent no longer felt like the one I had risked everything to save. Smoke drifted over the hills like coiled fingers. The sun had not risen, though morning had long arrived. The red glow on the horizon pulsed steadily, like the beating of a giant heart buried in the earth. It painted the sky in a hue of blood, and with each moment that passed, the air grew thicker, denser, like it was bracing itself for something far worse than battle.Kael stood beside me, his eyes narrowed as he watched the distant tremor of land. “This isn’t over,” he muttered, voice low.I felt it too. Whatever had been sealed beneath the Vault hadn’t died with Derrick’s ambition. It had only begun to stir. There was a different kind of energy now, older, colder. The land itself seemed to reject the balance I had tried to restore. Birds no longer sang. Wolves no longer howled. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.A scout came sprinting toward us from the tree line. His clothes w

Chapter 83: Into the Hollow Flame

Kael’s POVI saw her disappear into the light, and my world broke apart.Amara’s scream never left her lips. One moment she stood at the edge of the chasm, her body glowing with the power of the mark, her defiance cutting through the ancient beast’s voice. The next, she was weightless, yanked into the red flare like a thread unraveled by fire. Her outline burned against the sky, and then—nothing.I ran forward, faster than my legs should’ve carried me, and the blast threw me back.Pain tore through my side as I hit the ground, but I didn’t care. I clawed my way back to the crater’s edge, screaming her name. Smoke curled around the rim like fingers dragging shut a curtain. The flames that had swallowed her were gone. The sky above the crack was clear again, eerily still, like nothing had happened. But I knew something had. I had seen it. Felt it.She was gone.Not dead. Not burned.Taken.I dropped to my knees, fists pressed into the ground. My wolf howled inside me, a mournful echo ag

Chapter 84: Touched by a Forgotten Crown

Amara’s POVI landed hard on my back, the breath knocked from my lungs as the ground rushed up to meet me. Kael crashed beside me, groaning as he rolled to his side. My ears rang from the impact, but the moment I opened my eyes, I knew we were not in our world anymore.The sky loomed vast above us, painted in impossible shades of purple and black, with no sun in sight. Massive clouds floated sluggishly across the sky like living things. The trees surrounding us were tall and jagged, glowing faintly with silver veins that pulsed like blood. The soil beneath my fingers was cold and gritty, laced with ash.Kael pushed himself up, glancing around with narrowed eyes. “Where are we?”I shook my head slowly. “This isn’t any realm I’ve seen. We didn’t return to our world. We crossed into somewhere else entirely.”Kael helped me to my feet. His arm slipped around my waist as I stumbled, still dizzy. I clung to him, drawing from his steadiness as I forced my senses to adjust. The air buzzed wit

Chapter 85: Mother of Shadows, Child of Fire

Amara’s POVI was stuck. Frozen solid in that cell, with the firelight flickering all around. My back was glued to the cold stone wall. Then I heard that voice again, echoing through the shadows. I knew that voice. It was burned into my memory, like the smell of rain on dry earth. It used to sync with Kael’s heartbeat back when we were connected by magic. But I thought I’d locked that voice away for good.“You were never meant to get away from me.”I whirled around, my chest heaving, trying to see through the gloom. No one was there, but I could feel her. Something about the air had changed. The heat felt like a familiar embrace, a memory I hadn’t called up myself. I took a step toward the bars, grabbing them.“Mother?” I whispered.The silence was heavy. Then, I heard light footsteps coming from down the hall. Torches on the walls started lighting up one after another, throwing weird, dancing shadows everywhere. A figure appeared, moving slowly. She was wearing a dark red robe, with

Chapter 86: Beneath the Sky That Burns

Kael’s POVI stood there, stunned, as the mountain groaned behind us and the sky split open like it couldn’t contain the thing we’d unleashed.The beast burst into the air, wings made of smoke and fire stretching wide across the burning sky. Its body was massive, its face faceless, like it had never needed one. Flames wrapped around its limbs like armor, and in its chest pulsed a glow that looked sickeningly familiar. It was the same light that had poured from Amara when she used the last of her mark.Amara stood beside me, silent and still. She didn’t blink. She didn’t breathe. She just stared at it, like she was seeing something only she could understand.“Amara,” I said quietly, afraid to touch her, “what is that?”She didn’t answer.The wind howled as the creature roared, sending a wave of fire cascading across the sky. The city below panicked. Warriors screamed. Bells rang. Wolves shifted into battle form and ran for cover.Still, she didn’t move.I grabbed her hand, and only the

Chapter 87: The Crownless March

Amara’s POVI stood frozen beside Kael, my body still weak from the fallout of the Hollow Flame, but my mind alert. The wind had shifted, and with it came a scent I couldn’t mistake. Blood. Old blood. And something colder—emptiness. No fear. No rage. Just silence, stretched thin across a thousand heartbeats. Kael’s arm pressed protectively against my side, and I felt his breath pause as his gaze fixed on the line of wolves appearing on the horizon.They moved like a wave, shoulder to shoulder, thousands of them. But there was no growl, no snarl, not even the sound of paws striking dirt. Just silence. At their front was a figure draped in white, riding atop a skeletal creature that moved like smoke but left cracks in the earth as it passed. Its bones pulsed faintly, like they held a heartbeat stolen from another world. The rider wore a crown made of ash and bone, and though I couldn’t see his eyes, I felt them. On me.Kael pulled me back gently. “We need to move.”“Do you feel it too?”

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