Semua Bab The Heiress's Brutal Revenge: Bab 81 - Bab 90

Chapter 82Damien's POVThe wind howled through the temple’s stone arches, carrying with it the scent of something sacred, something ancient. The higher we climbed, the heavier the air became, like every step was testing our resolve.Alina's hand stayed tight in mine, and though neither of us spoke, I knew our thoughts were colliding in the same storm—fear, duty, desire, and the weight of what might come when we reached the summit.The Temple of the First Blood was buried in legends. Some said it had been built by the first werewolf as a tribute to the moon goddess. Others whispered it was a prison for the earliest curse, hidden away by time and silence. No one living had seen its gates. Yet here we were, pulled by something stronger than logic, following the thread of blood and magic that bound us.By the time we reached the final step, the sun was sinking into the horizon. The cliffs around us turned molten gold, and the sky bled crimson at the edges. The temple stood waiting—vast,

Chapter 84Damien's POVThe sound of Rhea’s howl fractured the quiet triumph that had just wrapped around us like a fragile shell. It pierced through the silence with unmistakable desperation—long, guttural, and threaded with pain.It wasn’t just a warning. It was a cry from one wolf to another, a lifeline cast into chaos. And I didn’t need to hear it twice. Alina didn’t either.We broke into a run without speaking, our bond humming between us like a live wire. The path that had once been carved in sacred stone gave way to rough terrain and loose gravel as we sprinted west, away from the temple’s threshold and toward the jagged cliffs that bordered the forgotten valley.The wind screamed past us, but our ears were tuned only to the second howl that followed—a choked, rasping note that confirmed what I already feared.Rhea wasn’t alone, and whatever had her was no ordinary threat.Alina kept pace beside me, her expression unflinching, but I could feel the heat building beneath her skin

Chapter 86Damien’s POVThe air was heavy with tension as the council gathered in the great hall, the flickering torches casting long shadows across the ancient stone walls.Alina sat at my side, her eyes sharp and unyielding as she listened to the reports flooding in from our scouts and sentries. Around us, the pack’s leaders—betas, elders, and the Seer—exchanged grave glances, the weight of the attack pressing down on every word spoken. The wounds outside the village still bled in our minds, and none of us could ignore the creeping dread that the enemy’s next move would come fast and brutal.Liam, one of my trusted betas, broke the uneasy silence. “The dark sigils we found on the bodies… they’re not just curses. They’re a form of control. Whoever marked our scouts is trying to bind their spirits, to turn them against us from beyond death.”Nora, the Seer’s apprentice, shook her head. “It’s worse. I traced the symbols back to an ancient warlock clan—the Nocturnes. They’ve been extinc

Chapter 88Damien's POVThe cavern trembled beneath the weight of the conflict as the shadows writhed and twisted around us, the dark presence cloaked in ancient power pressing forward like a storm. Every breath I took was thick with the scent of smoke and blood, my muscles burning with exhaustion, but the fire in my veins—fueled by the bond I shared with Alina—kept me moving forward. Her strength matched mine, unwavering and fierce, a beacon in the chaos that threatened to swallow us whole. The enemy had underestimated us, and now they would pay for it.The dark figure before us moved with unnatural speed, every strike carrying the force of centuries of dark magic. I blocked a crushing blow, the impact rattling my bones, and countered with a slash that drove the shadowy form back, if only for a moment. Alina was at my side instantly, her claws flashing as she tore through the enemy’s defenses. Together, we were a storm, relentless and brutal.“You’re stronger than I thought,” the cre

Chapter 90Damien's POVThe camp was restless under the cloak of night, every flicker of firelight casting long shadows across hardened faces and weary bodies. I moved silently among the pack, feeling the pulse of their anxiety and anticipation. They trusted me to lead them through darkness, but the truth weighed heavily—this mission wasn’t just a test of strength; it was a gamble with our very souls.I found Nora sharpening her blades near the edge of the clearing. Her hands were steady, but the tension in her jaw betrayed the storm beneath her calm exterior. “You’re awake late,” I said quietly.She glanced up, her eyes sharp. “Can’t sleep. Too many things swirling in my head.”“I know the feeling,” I admitted. “This Shadow Warden... it’s unlike any enemy we’ve faced before. But we can’t let fear paralyze us.”Nora nodded. “We’re all scared, Damien. But we have to be smarter, faster. We can’t afford mistakes.”Her words echoed what I already knew. The ritual Freya uncovered was dange