All Chapters of Revenge With The Alpha King : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

THE FADING LIGHT Vivienne’s POVThe guards threw me back into the dungeon, the heavy gate slamming shut behind me. My arms ached from their grip, but I ignored the pain.While Balthazar lost himself in another lucid daydream, I’d managed to sneak a few pieces of fruit and chunks of bread into the folds of my new dress. My stomach growled, but I wasn’t the only one starving down here.The old woman in the next cell stirred as I crouched. Her wrinkled hands wrapped around the iron bars, eyes watching me closely.“Here,” I whispered, sliding a small apple through the gap.She shook her head. “You and the girl need it more.”I glanced at the frail girl, still curled in the corner where I’d left her. She hadn’t moved much. Her skin was cold now, breaths too shallow. I didn’t know how long she had been here, but it was clear she was slipping away.I forced a bite of warm bread down my throat, then inched closer to the girl, nudging her. “You have to eat.”She didn’t react. Lips cracked, ey

SHADOWED AMBITIONS.Genevieve's chamber was filled with a heavy silence. Silas stood by the arched window, with his hands clasped behind his back as he stared at the lantern lit streets below.The capital was alive tonight, in celebration of the coming blood moon. A night when most wolves would be at their strongest, but Silas didn't care. His mind was elsewhere.Lounging behind him was Genevieve. Her crimson night dress flowing over the cushion. Its fitted bodice hugged her figure so much that it stretched over the soft swell of her belly. Thin straps rested on her shoulders, leaving her arms bare. She lifted a goblet to her lips, sipping slowly, her face calm and unreadable.“They should have sent word by now,” Silas muttered, his jaw tight.Genevieve exhaled. She was losing patience, but kept a pleasant smile. “You worry over the smallest things, Silas.” she said, amusement in her voice. “An invitation is just paper. Your name carries weight, whether they choose to acknowledge it

THE NYDROGARA 'S WRATH Cassius's POV.I woke up to the feeling of extreme pain clawing at every part of my body. I wasn't sure if I was still alive. My muscles ached, my vision was blurry and the ground beneath me felt like it were shifting with every passing second.But then... I heard the hiss.It was a sound I’d never forget—low and guttural, vibrating in my bones. The Nydrogara.I blinked rapidly, trying my hardest to focus. The world was a haze, but I could make out the shape of it. The massive slithering beast was coiled and looming over Magnus, who was now trapped beneath the weight of its monstrous body. His sword lay useless in the dirt just beyond his reach, as the serpent’s fangs hovered inches away from his throat.“Magnus!” I growled, forcing my body to move. But everything felt heavy—my limbs sluggish, and my senses dull.The serpent’s hiss grew louder, more vicious, and it snapped at Magnus. I could see his eyes wide with fear, but there was something else there too—de

A TEST OF WORTH Vivienne’s POVBalthazar whistled, sharp and piercing.The sound made an echo in the cold chamber. The incubators filled with murky green fluid trembled slightly, their grotesque contents floating, but deathly still. Again, something shifted in the shadows—something massive.Then it stepped into the light, and my heart dropped.A monster. I had never seen anything like it. Twisted, towering, and wrong. It walked like a man but looked like nothing of this world. It had patchy, tangled fur that clung to it's bulging but distorted muscles. With arms so long, its claws trailed on the floor behind it. Its red eyes glowed with a hint of consciousness. Eyes that locked onto mine with a hunger that made my blood run cold.Balthazar reached out and ran a hand over the creature’s large skull. Stroking it like a pet.“Magnificent, isn’t he?” he said, almost admiringly. “Out of all my creations, this is the only one worthy. The only one I’d call my son.”My body stiffened at

INTO THE DARKNESS Cassius’s POVWe lingered outside Marbelle’s cottage for a while, the cold wind biting at my skin even beneath my thick cloak. The mage stretched his limbs, and rolled his shoulders with a new steadiness in his movements. Whatever magic or potion Marbelle used on him, had worked wonders. He seemed stronger than before we started our journey.Magnus gave a wide yawn. “Right, before we march into the damned forest, I'll be needing a proper meal in my stomach. No more roots or whatever that dry bark was.”The mage smirked. “You won’t hear me argue. My stomach might turn inside out if I go another hour without eating some real food.”I pulled my hood up tighter. “There’s a tavern not far from here. Let’s make this quick.”We walked further down a winding path towards the nearest tarven in Fern Hollow. I made sure to keep my hood up and face hidden. The last thing I needed was to draw attention. It was strange enough being a king hiding amongst your own people. It stun