Semua Bab The Heiress's Brutal Revenge: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Chapter 61Alina's POVI felt Damien’s arms tighten around me the moment Viktor’s scent hit the air. My heart lurched in my chest—not out of fear, but rage. Pure, unfiltered rage. I pushed myself off Damien, standing tall even though my legs still trembled from everything I’d just done.Viktor stepped out from the shadows like he owned the place.He looked almost unchanged—same smug grin, same piercing eyes that once tricked me into believing he loved me. But there was something different this time. Something darker in the way he moved, like he was no longer just a man. Like something older and fouler was riding inside him.“Well,” Viktor said casually, clapping his hands once. “That was quite the show.”Mira's body was still suspended mid-air, frozen in whatever stasis the Seer had placed her in. The chamber remained eerily silent except for the quiet sound of the Hollow's whispers, which hadn’t fully disappeared. I could feel them. Watching. Waiting.Damien took a step forward, his

Chapter 63Alina's POVMira’s scream shattered the silence, sharp and visceral. My heart thudded in my chest as I turned to her, her body convulsing violently on the stone ground, her mouth agape in a silent wail. Shadows—real, tangible—poured out of her chest like a broken dam, writhing and twisting in the air.Damien lunged forward to grab her, but the Seer threw out her arm to stop him.“Don’t touch her!” she yelled. “It’s inside her now. We can’t risk contact.”I stepped forward. “Then what do we do? Let it take her?”Mira’s body slammed backward into the altar’s crumbling remains, bones rattling and cracking beneath her weight. The shadows wrapped around her, cocooning her, dragging her body up into the air. Her limbs flailed as if fighting something unseen, but her face—her face was blank, her eyes glowing black.The Seer chanted again, ancient words that made the cavern tremble. Symbols lit up beneath our feet, carved deep into the stone—wards we hadn’t seen before now reacting

Chapter 65 Alina's POV The forest around us was no longer just a battlefield—it had become a warzone of magic and fury, the air thick with the scent of smoke and the cries of combatants. My muscles burned with exhaustion, but adrenaline pushed me forward. I couldn’t let myself falter. Not now. Not when everything was at stake. Damien stood beside me, his wolf form towering and fierce, eyes blazing with determination. His growls echoed like thunder as he fought off the endless tide of shadow beasts summoned by the First Heir. Yet despite his strength, even he was being pushed back, his powerful strikes meeting with relentless resistance. Mira’s energy flickered, exhaustion evident in her trembling hands as she continued to weave protective spells around us. The Seer’s chanting grew more urgent, her voice a fragile lifeline in the chaos. I glanced at her, hoping for a sign—anything—that we had a chance to turn the tide. Then, through the smoke and swirling shadows, a new sound pier

Chapter 67Alina's POVCold.It was the first thing I felt.Not the kind of cold that numbed the skin—but a deeper, soul-level chill. Like being submerged in water where time stood still. No air, no sound, no life. Only emptiness.I opened my eyes and found myself floating—not on land or sky, but in a gray expanse of nothing. Endless. A void without direction. No wind. No gravity. Just… drifting.My body felt whole, but it was weightless. My heartbeat was gone. The Queen’s Fang wasn’t in my hand. The circle, the battle, Damien, Mira… all gone. All silent.“Where am I?” My voice barely echoed. Like it didn’t belong here.I looked down, half-expecting to see a wound in my chest where my soul had been torn apart—but there was nothing. My hands looked like mine. My skin was pale, but unmarred. I touched my face. It was warm.But I wasn’t alive. I could feel it in the hollowness behind my ribcage.This was the in-between. The Veil.The place souls passed through on their way to the afterli

Chapter 69Alina's POVMy legs trembled as I stood beside Damien, the Queen’s Fang still warm in my hand.We were back in the real world—or at least, some version of it. I could feel the weight of gravity, the scent of soil and wind. But there was no relief in my chest.Because the sky was bleeding.A jagged crack split the heavens above us, black tendrils unfurling like smoke from a wound. Through it, I saw eyes. Dozens. Hundreds. Watching us from a place beyond light and logic.Damien saw it too. His body tensed, his hand instinctively finding mine.“We didn’t seal it,” I whispered, voice hoarse. “We tore the Veil, but we didn’t close it.”He shook his head slowly, watching the shadows that now slithered through the trees—silent, crawling across bark like oil. “No. We brought something with us.”From behind us, a scream echoed.Not just any scream—Freya’s.I spun around. We were no longer alone. The clearing was surrounded—by our people. Freya. Quinn. Tobias. All drawn by the magic