Semua Bab The Heiress's Brutal Revenge: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Chapter 91Alina's POVEvery step deeper into the corrupted forest felt like moving through a living nightmare. The air was thick with rot and energy so twisted it made my skin crawl. Trees that once whispered with life now stood like twisted sentinels, their branches gnarled and reaching out like claws. The deeper we went, the more I could feel it—the pull of the Shadow Warden. It was subtle, like a murmur in my blood, a dark call trying to wind its way into my mind and sow doubt.Damien walked ahead, silent but alert, his broad shoulders tense beneath his dark cloak. The rest of the team followed close, weapons at the ready, eyes scanning the woods. No one spoke. The danger was too real, too close. We could all feel it breathing down our necks.Freya was just behind me, murmuring something under her breath—a protective incantation, I assumed. Her fingers trailed along the ancient runes carved into her staff. Tobias kept to her left, one eye always on the treetops, as if expecting th

Chapter 93Alina's POVThe wind carried the scent of ashes, yet no fire burned around us. The air inside Viktor’s stronghold had shifted from icy suffocation to something thick and stagnant, like the breath held after a scream. We stood in the heart of what had once been his empire, surrounded by fractured marble and blood-spattered shadows. My blade still dripped crimson, and Viktor’s body lay crumpled before his throne—the god-king slain by the very daughter he thought he owned.But the silence that followed was not peaceful. It was the sound of consequence.I barely registered Damien’s voice calling my name at first. My gaze remained fixed on Viktor’s lifeless form. Even in death, there was something about him that refused to surrender. As if a part of him still lingered, watching, waiting for the right moment to rise again.“Alina,” Damien said again, stepping closer. “He’s gone. It’s done.”“No,” I replied, the word a tremor in my throat. “It’s never just done. Not with him.”Fre

Chapter 95Alina's POVThe moment I crossed into Stone Valley, the world changed. The trees loomed taller, the mist hung lower, and every step felt like I was walking into the mouth of a predator waiting to snap shut. There was no sound—no birds, no wind, no rustle of leaves—just the beat of my heart and the echo of my boots over damp stone.Mira knew how to choose a stage. The gorge that cut through the valley was jagged and wide, sheer cliffs lining either side. One wrong step and you'd tumble to your death. Fitting, really. She always had a flair for the dramatic.I reached the narrow bridge that spanned the gorge and stopped at the center. The wood beneath my feet creaked, but I didn’t flinch. Across the bridge stood Mira.She was dressed in black, a long coat sweeping around her legs like smoke. Her arm was bandaged from the wound I’d given her at the stronghold—fresh blood still darkened the wrap. Her lips curved upward into a smile that was far too calm for someone who should’v

Chapter 97Alina's POVThe wind howled through the trees as we rode deeper into the ancient forest, the dying sun casting long streaks of orange and red across the path ahead. The silence between us wasn’t due to tension but rather the weight of what had just happened—the black mist still etched into our minds, the monstrous voice that had echoed from the gorge, and Mira’s final, smug smile before she vanished into that darkness. It felt as if we had merely survived rather than escaped.I could sense Damien riding just behind me. I didn’t need to turn to know he was brooding. His energy always shifted when he was battling rage he couldn’t yet release. Elyra and Grayson followed behind us, and even though Elyra had been the one to break through the mist barrier back at the cliffside, she hadn’t said a word since. She clutched her reins tighter than usual, her face rigid with focus.“We're getting close,” I said after a long stretch of silence. “Eldhollow should be just beyond the next

Chapter 99Alina's POVThe front gates of the Blue Moon Pack were already vibrating under the pressure of what lay beyond them. I could hear voices—dozens, maybe more—shouting orders and readying weapons. The metallic stench of tension and bloodlust hung in the air like a curtain we were about to step through. But it wasn’t fear that coiled in my chest. It was something colder, sharper. Betrayal. The High Council had been manipulated by Mira, by Viktor, by the lie they’d fed to the world that I was some kind of rogue heir chasing vengeance. They didn’t know the truth. Not yet.“Shields up,” Damien ordered as we walked out into the courtyard. “Block the gates, secure the outer wall. Don’t fire unless I say so.”Guards rushed to obey, forming a semi-circle at the main entrance, each one armed and glowing faintly with the runes Elyra had carved across their armor. I could feel the tension in them—these were our people, defending their own home from what should’ve been allies. But this wa