Semua Bab The Cold Vampire King's Omega: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Anastasia stood tall as she addressed the council elders, her voice steady with determination. Across the chamber, Kael’s inner beast stirred pleased and eager. It wanted to emerge, to finish marking her as his, and silence the murmurs of disapproval once and for all.“I am your king’s mate,” Anastasia declared, “and that alone should grant me the right to be involved in the decisions of this coven. That makes me your Queen. I have every right to speak on matters concerning our people and this council’s plans.”“But, Miss,” Council Elder Azaro interrupted sharply, “you have not yet been marked by the King. That alone disqualifies you from claiming the title of Queen. You haven’t undergone the official rites. Until then, your voice holds no weight in this chamber. Furthermore,” his voice turned cold, “it has been our law for generations that women especially Queens do not hold decision-making power within this coven.”The chamber murmured in unrest. Azaro’s blatant dismissal struck lik

I couldn’t breathe.The vision struck me with the force of a tidal wave, yanking me out of my body and plunging me into a world beneath the sea dark, endless, ancient. I floated weightlessly in the abyss, the water humming with forgotten magic. And then I saw her.A woman cloaked in shadows, silver-scaled skin glinting in the faint glow of bioluminescent sea creatures. Her eyes dark, endless, hollow pierced straight through me. She stood at the edge of a jagged underwater throne, her hands raised to the heavens. The ocean trembled around her as she began to chant.The waters roared, parting to reveal monstrous shapes beasts with gaping maws, eyes like burning coals, and limbs twisted by ancient curses. They rose in silent fury, breaking through the sea like a forgotten army called back to life.The sorceress queen smiled.Then I heard the name echo through the waters: Naerya.I woke up gasping.My hands trembled as I sat upright. Kael lay beside me, still unconscious, his skin now mar

Salt burned her lungs.Anastasia clawed at the water around her, but the deeper she tried to rise, the more the current dragged her down dark, cold, and pulsing with a will of its own. Her limbs flailed in the crushing depths, the moonlight above no more than a dim shimmer. Panic seized her chest like a vice.She didn’t know where the ambush had come from just that one moment she was walking through the forest clearing, and the next, shadowy figures cloaked in seaweed and darkness had surrounded her. Their eyes glowed faintly blue, and their touch was like ice. They moved fast, too fast. She hadn’t had time to scream.And now… now she was drowning.No, her wolf, Layla, snarled from within. Fight. Breathe. Remember who you are.But her body wasn’t listening.Then something shifted.The water sharp and punishing only a moment ago suddenly stilled.A pulse trembled through her chest like a second heartbeat.And then she heard it a call. Ancient, melodic, not from above, but from within.

The forest path grew narrow as Anastasia followed the trail Matif had etched into her memory twisting through ferns and weeping willows until the trees parted into a clearing blanketed in eerie stillness. A crescent-shaped basin of water shimmered at the center, still as glass, rimmed with blue petals and glowing moss. The Mirror Pool.It was older than the kingdom itself spoken of in whispers, used only by those whose fates balanced on the edge of life and ruin.She stepped forward, breath misting in the morning air. Moon Seer Elowen stood at the edge of the water, her long veil brushing the ground, eyes white as bone.“You’ve come,” Elowen said, her voice like wind curling through leaves. “The time has come to see what the tides have hidden.”Anastasia glanced down at the pool, her reflection rippling despite no wind touching the surface.“What do I have to do?”“Step in. Offer your heart. And do not flinch when the future claws you open.”Without hesitation, Anastasia slid off her

The cell was damp, the walls pulsing with forgotten magic, and Anastasia had stopped counting the hours.Time stretched like water here thick, slow, suffocating.She sat cross-legged on the stone floor, her eyes fixed on the tiny shimmer of light seeping through a crack in the ceiling. She could hear the ocean again. Not outside. Inside her.The tide had always whispered.Now it roared.Her wrists ached from the silver cuffs, but she didn’t flinch. Not when the guards spat slurs about her bloodline. Not when they locked the door and left her in darkness.They thought fear would silence her.They didn’t understand.Fear had carved her into something unbreakable.The metallic click of the cell door jolted her from her thoughts. She stood, ready to fight until Matif stepped inside, breathless, cloak soaked in rain, a torch in his hand.“Time’s up,” he whispered. “They’re planning to move you to the sea dungeons. Once you’re down there, not even Kael can reach you.”“What about Kael?” Her