All Chapters of The Last Ruby Wolf - Live as a Queen or Die as a Monster: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Darius's POV My phone buzzed with a message that made my stomach twist into knots. Tonight. Kill the Alpha before the Queen comes. No excuses. I deleted it quickly, looking around the packhouse hallway to make sure no one had seen. After ten years of spying for the Midnight Syndicate, I should have felt nothing. Just another job. But my hands shook as I shoved the phone into my pocket. Kill Kieran Draven Wolfe. The Alpha who trusted me. Who made me his Beta. The packhouse buzzed with activity, everyone planning for the coming attack after Sienna's warning. Warriors sharpened weapons while others strengthened walls with silver-resistant barriers. They all moved with purpose, united by loyalty. A devotion I had faked for a decade. "Darius!" Maya, one of our youngest fighters, rushed up to me. "Alpha wants all defense chiefs in the war room. The spies spotted movement in the eastern woods." I nodded, forcing myself to look calm. "I'll be right there." But instead of he

Caius's POV I arrived at the Shadowfang area with perfect timing. The moon was rising, chaos was brewing, and alliances were about to change. Just as I'd planned. Twenty of my best vampire warriors flanked me as we approached the main gates. I'd dressed for the event in formal Vampire Court attire - midnight blue robes with silver trim that marked me as royalty. "Remember," I told my soldiers, "we're here under the diplomatic banner. No killing unless I command it." The wolves at the gate bared their teeth when they caught our smell. Vampires on werewolf land during a full moon? Unheard of. Yet they couldn't deny entry to a royal foreign envoy. Those were the old laws. "Prince Caius Blackthorne requests audience with Alpha Kieran," I announced, letting my voice carry the weight of centuries. The guards traded nervous glances. "The Alpha is... indisposed." I smiled, showing just a hint of fang. "Then I'll speak with whoever is in charge." Before they could answer, a howl r

Isolde's POV The moon hung bloated and bright as I reached the edge of Shadowfang territory. Perfect time. Nothing like a good battle to provide cover for a witch with a goal. I pulled my dark robe tighter and touched the amulet nestled in my pocket. Its magic pulsed against my fingers, warm and alive. A safety spell meant for Sienna – if she proved worthy of it. Ahead, chaos raged. Werewolves and vampires clashed with Midnight Syndicate troops. Blood smelled the air, sharp and metallic. They were all so busy killing each other, none noticed the solitary figure slipping through the darkness. Magic shimmered around me, a shielding spell that bent light and attention away. A simple trick, but successful. The fools thought the Midnight Queen was their biggest problem tonight. They had no idea what was coming. I skirted the main fight, moving toward the packhouse where my senses told me Sienna would be. Her ruby power called to me – familiar, like a tune I'd heard in childhood.

The Midnight Queen's POVI watched them through my scrying bowl, fingers holding the obsidian edge until my knuckles whitened. Water darkened with my blood showed me everything – the battle, the chaos, and the final betrayal."Impossible," I whispered, watching ruby light dance between the twins.My sanctuary stayed cold despite the dozen black candles burning around me. Ancient books and papers littered the marble floor. The skull of the first Ruby Wolf – my ancestor – grinned at me from its perch."You find this amusing?" I asked it. "You, who promised me vengeance?"On the water's surface, my troops fell to werewolf claws and vampire fangs. Pathetic. But worse was the sight of Ezekiel – my perfect weapon – standing with his sister instead of catching her.Rage bubbled up inside me, hot and familiar. I welcomed it like an old friend."Commander Vail," I snapped.My second-in-command stepped from the darkness, face half-hidden beneath her hood. "My Queen?""The mission is failing. Pr

Sienna's POV A young girl, barely a teenager, shaking as her newly awakened powers flowed into the crystal. The visions flashed faster. Dozens of Ruby Wolves across ages, all bound by blood and power. All facing the trial. Then one vision remained longer than the others. A beautiful woman with dark hair and recognizable features held the prism, her ruby markings glowing brilliantly. But as I watched, evil seeped into her fire, corruption spreading through her power. I gasped as I recognized her face – younger, unmarked by hate, but unmistakable. The Midnight Queen. Before she became the monster she was now. The vision changed again, showing her crying out in pain and rage as a man turned away from her, rejection clear in his stance. "What happened to her?" I whispered, though I wasn't sure if Isolde could hear me in this vision-state. Blood calls to blood. The Queen's voice seemed to answer from everywhere and nowhere. We are the same, you and I. "No!" I pushed back