Semua Bab The Heiress's Brutal Revenge: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Chapter 71Alina's POVThere was nothing at first.No color, no sound—only the raw ache of emptiness. As if someone had taken a blade and carved out the part of me that remembered what it felt like to be whole.Then, like the faintest whisper, I heard it.A heartbeat.Not mine.His.Damien’s.I opened my eyes.We were lying in the middle of the old ruins, the sacred grounds beneath the Veil’s fracture point. The wind had gone still. The sky, once ripped wide open, was now sealed—a thin silver line where the breach had been. But something else was wrong.I turned to Damien.He was awake. Breathing.Alive.But his eyes… his eyes didn’t know me.He blinked slowly, sitting up, his brow furrowed in confusion. “Where… am I?”My heart clenched. “Damien?”He looked at me like I was a stranger. “Do I… know you?”Tears blurred my vision. “Yes. You know me. You’re Damien Thorn—Alpha of Blue Moon Pack. You’re mine. You’re my mate.”He pulled back slightly, wariness flashing across his face. “I do

Chapter 73Alina's POV"Damien!"I lunged forward, grabbing his shoulders as his body convulsed on the stone floor. The Council’s emissaries backed away, murmuring prayers or protection spells. Tobias shifted partially, claws out, ready for anything. But I didn’t flinch. I held onto him.His eyes—silver, glowing, wild—locked onto mine. But they weren’t Damien’s.They were someone else’s.“Damien, listen to me,” I whispered urgently. “You’re stronger than this. Fight it.”His lips twisted into a cruel smile. The voice that came out of him was colder than anything I’d ever heard from him before. “He’s not here right now, little mate. But I remember you. You were always so… persistent.”I felt my blood freeze.“Who are you?” Tobias snarled, stepping closer. “What are you?”The silver-eyed thing cocked its head, as if amused. “A remnant. A shard. A ghost of the Veil. When Damien opened the gate, he let me in. And now? I rather like it here.”“No,” I growled, my claws lengthening. “You don

Chapter 75Alina's POVThe scent of blood was everywhere.It clung to the soil, the trees, even the air I breathed. My legs trembled beneath me, not from weakness but from the unbearable weight of what we’d just survived. The bodies of rogues and fallen wolves littered the battlefield, silent reminders that this was only the beginning. War had officially arrived.“Alina,” Freya’s voice broke through the fog, soft but urgent. “You need to sit. That spell took more from you than you realize.”I turned to her, dazed, still gripping Damien’s hand like it was the only thing tethering me to reality.“I’m fine,” I lied.“You’re not,” Damien said, his thumb brushing the back of my palm. “You burned through our bond like it was nothing. You could’ve killed yourself.”“But I didn’t,” I snapped, though not out of anger. It was fear—tight, raw, choking me from the inside.Freya looked between us and backed away quietly, giving us space. Around us, the rest of the pack moved like ghosts—tending to

Chapter 77Alina's POVI couldn’t breathe.The image of my father—no, what was left of him—was seared into my mind. His face, stitched together by darkness, barely resembled the man who once kissed my forehead and told me stories of warriors and moonlit kingdoms. What Mira had done to him wasn’t resurrection. It was desecration. She hadn’t saved him. She’d turned him into a puppet.Damien pulled me through the trees as the rift pulsed behind us like a second sun, its glow lashing at the world with angry light. My feet stumbled over roots and stones, but I didn’t care. The rage inside me kept me upright.“They have his soul,” I muttered.Damien stopped short. “You saw that thing Mira was holding?”“It was a soul shard,” I whispered. “His essence, broken and enslaved. That’s why he looked like that. She split him, Damien. And she’s using the pieces to anchor him in our world.”He gritted his teeth. “So how do we stop her?”I turned to him, feeling my own power trembling just under the s

Chapter 79Alina's POVThe taste of ash still lingered on my tongue as Damien helped me stand, his arm steady around my waist, though I could feel the tremble in his muscles even as he tried to hide it. My body ached from the violent strain of summoning the shard out of my soul, and yet none of it compared to the weight that had settled in the center of my chest the moment that woman appeared—the one who had emerged from the cave shadows with her silver eyes and runic skin glowing faintly, as if carved by time itself.Her presence was neither threatening nor familiar, but it held authority that demanded attention without a single word needing to be spoken. She stood with poise and quiet power, her hands folded in front of her as she studied me like a historian examining the final piece of an ancient puzzle. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to prepare, not for battle, but for something much more insidious—revelation.None of us moved at first. Damien’s grip tightened around me