All Chapters of The Heiress's Brutal Revenge: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Chapter 52Alina's POVThe chill of the night clung to my skin as we dragged Viktor’s unconscious body back to the stronghold. His weight was nothing compared to the storm brewing inside me. I kept my pace steady, refusing to show how much the gash on my arm stung or how each throb echoed with the reminder of how close things had come to unraveling.He had looked me in the eye tonight and still believed I was nothing.I would burn that belief into ash.Quinton walked silently beside me, every inch of him coiled and alert, his knuckles bloodied, his jaw tight. I could feel his anger without him saying a word—but he didn’t speak. Not yet. He knew I needed a moment.When we reached the holding chambers beneath the west wing, two guards stepped aside to let us through. The room was cold, the stone walls damp with condensation. Damien shoved Viktor into a reinforced chair and snapped the cuffs on, each one laced with silver threads.“Wake him,” I ordered.Damien splashed a jug of ice water

Chapter 54Alina's POVI didn’t believe it at first. Standing there at the gates, I half-expected the Crimson Ridge envoy to vanish, as if conjured by my desperation and exhaustion. But they were real—bodies bruised from battle, expressions guarded, and their Alpha… Theo Callen.It had been years since I’d seen him. Back when we were just heirs, our packs had tried arranging a marriage between us—another strategic alliance that had fallen through when Viktor’s father proposed his own twisted deal. Theo had disappeared from our lives, taking his warriors and retreating behind his mountain borders.Now he stood in front of me, taller than I remembered, muscles broader, with faint scars across his jawline that hadn't been there before. His dark brown eyes met mine with no hint of mockery or flirtation. Just steel.“You want in?” I said, arms crossed. “Since when do you play on someone else’s battlefield?”Theo smirked slightly. “Since I started dreaming about the same monster that tore t

Chapter 56Damien's POVQuinton’s near-death had left a weight in the air that no one dared speak of. The halls of the stronghold, once humming with planning and purpose, now felt subdued—like every wall had seen what happened on the battlefield and held its breath.But I wasn’t holding mine.I stood on the west balcony of Theo’s fortress, watching the bloodied moonlight stretch over the trees. My fists were clenched against the stone railing, the same way my thoughts clenched around the moment I saw that Voidborn’s spike tearing into Quinton’s shoulder. I should’ve been faster. I *was* fast—but not fast enough.“Blaming yourself won’t fix anything,” Theo’s voice cut in from behind.I didn’t turn. “He got hit because of me.”“No. He got hit because he chose to protect Alina.”“She shouldn't have been targeted in the first place.”Theo stepped up beside me, arms folded across his chest. “She’s not just anyone, Damien. You know that. The creature knew her name. That wasn’t random—it was

Chapter 58Damien's POVI was on my feet before I even processed what I was seeing.Children—no, not children. They wore the faces of children, their bodies frail and pale, but the way they moved… slow, synchronized, wrong. Like puppets dangling from invisible strings. Every step they took forward sent something primal through my blood, a warning that they didn’t belong in this world.Alina stood up beside me, hand gripping the hilt of the Queen’s Fang. Quinton and Theo flanked her immediately, forming a protective triangle around her, but all of us knew the truth: if these creatures were what I feared, we were outnumbered and outmatched.The boy at the front—the one who spoke—tilted his head slightly, like he was trying to understand our fear.“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said. “But I will. She has what belongs to the Hollow.”Theo’s voice was sharp. “You mean the Void?”The boy smiled.“No. The Hollow. Deeper than Void. Older.”Alina’s breath hitched. “What are you?”His eyes lock

Chapter 60Damien’s POVPain.That was the first thing I felt when my eyes fluttered open. It wasn’t physical—at least not in the usual way. It was deeper, like something had clawed into the space between my ribs and wrapped around my soul.I tried to move, but I couldn’t. My limbs were heavy, locked in place by invisible chains. The air around me was dense, thicker than any fog I’d ever encountered, humming with a sound that wasn’t sound at all. It was inside me, in my head, vibrating against my bones.And then I remembered—Mira.Alina.I forced my eyes open wider, struggling against the stasis Mira had thrown me into. The Hollowborn were everywhere, crawling across the walls and ceiling like twisted spiders, their eyes glowing with that horrible light. But I didn’t see Alina.Where was she?Theo was sprawled on the stone floor, barely breathing. The shield he’d tried to throw up had backfired, flinging him like a ragdoll. Blood was pooling beneath his shoulder, and his fingers twitc