Semua Bab Beast Billionaire Claim : Bab 171 - Bab 174

Smoke still curled from the mountains when dawn broke, a slow and uncertain light crawling across the scarred horizon. The Vale was no longer the same. What had once been a kingdom of silver rivers and moonlit peaks now bore the scent of ash and blood. But beneath the ruin, life stirred. The ground that had trembled under the Hollow’s wrath was softening again, breathing.Maxim stood upon the remnants of the council hall—its shattered pillars like the ribs of a fallen god—and stared across the valley. The fires from the rebellion had been extinguished at last. Elias’s banners lay torn in the mud, his silver-armored wolves kneeling in defeat or scattering into the forests beyond the ridge. The air itself trembled with exhaustion.“Your command, Alpha,” said Roderic, bowing low. His fur was singed, his voice ragged. “The remaining packs await your decree. They… they say you are all that’s left.”Maxim’s jaw tightened. He did not feel like a victor. His cloak hung heavy with soot, his ha

Smoke still clung to the Vale like an old wound refusing to close. From the highest terrace of the ruined council keep, Maxim stood beneath a sky painted in bruised gold, the scent of ash and iron lingering in his lungs. The world below him was trying to breathe again—wolves rebuilding shattered dens, witches tracing new wards into the soil, humans sweeping the bones of war into shallow graves.“Alpha.” The word came from Elias, quiet but steady. He stood at Maxim’s back, silver armor scorched and one arm bound tight. “The packs await your decree. The last of the rebellion banners have fallen.”Maxim’s jaw clenched. “And the dead?”“We burn them with honor. Even the ones who turned.”Good. There had been enough hate to last a hundred winters. Still, when Maxim looked over the blackened sprawl of what had once been the council’s marble heart, he could feel something alive beneath the stone—something vast, watching, waiting. His Beast stirred.The old council’s thrones had been dragged