All Chapters of Beast Billionaire Claim : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The eruption began in silence.One moment, the Vale’s eastern horizon was whole and unbroken. The next, a pillar of black smoke punched into the sky, curling into the clouds like an uncoiling serpent. Zara’s scrying mirrors shattered one by one in the council chamber, each silver surface fracturing with a note like a ringing bell.By the time Elira reached the high balcony of the Star Throne, the air was thick with the smell of ash. The molten glow from the far mountain range pulsed like a second heartbeat across the land. She could feel it even here—heat pressing against her skin, carrying something older than the Vale itself.“That’s not an ordinary eruption,” Kael’s lingering flame murmured from its brazier beside her, voice a low crackle. “The mountain woke because something called it.”Elira didn’t reply. Her gaze was fixed on the jagged gap torn open near the volcano’s base. Through the haze, something glinted—too sharp, too deliberate to be stone.Hours later, she stood on scor

Smoke clung to the capital like a second sky. From the high balcony of the scorched citadel, Zara could see the ruins sprawled beneath the dawn’s ashen light—streets once silver-paved now cracked and dark, banners of rival Houses trampled in gutters. The air was dry, tasting faintly of cinder and old magic.Maxim stood at the balustrade, silent, his black coat torn at the shoulder. He hadn’t slept; his eyes were the wolf’s—gold shot through with shadow.“They’ll try to use this chaos,” Zara said quietly, stepping beside him. “Every pack leader who still smells blood will come to bargain for scraps.”“They’ll come for more than scraps,” Maxim replied. His voice was low, like a growl dragged over stone. “They’ll come for you.”Before she could answer, the sound of boots on tile broke the moment. Guards parted, revealing Ruby. She was still in the armor she’d worn to the fire lines, her braid loose, eyes bright with something Zara couldn’t read.“I bring news from the Ash Market,” Ruby s

The air in the training hall reeked of iron and starlight.It was past midnight. The torches burned low, their flames restless, throwing jagged shadows across the stone floor. Somewhere above, the Hollow Star’s pale light filtered through the skylight, turning the dust motes into drifting fragments of silver.Ruby stood in the center of the ring, her boots planted firmly on the worn flagstones. Across from her, Elira circled. The girl’s movements were precise, measured—too measured. She no longer moved like someone reacting to her opponent. She moved like someone obeying a rhythm no one else could hear.Since returning from the Hollow Court, something in Elira had been… altered. Her eyes lingered too long in the corners of a room, tracking things Ruby could not see. When she held her sword, her fingers twitched as though keeping time with a silent song.In the archway, Zara leaned against the wall, arms crossed, gaze steady but unreadable. She didn’t speak, didn’t interrupt. Zara neve

The Ashen Crown did not arrive like a gift.It arrived like a verdict.The Star Throne’s great hall lay in half-light, the stained-glass constellations dimmed by a sun that was no longer certain of itself. Elira had been meeting with Zara and the Dream-Seers, trying to force the fragments of prophecy into something that resembled strategy, when the air changed.It was not wind. Not magic. Not the weight of a thousand eyes.It was heat—pure, dry, suffocating heat that seemed to strip the moisture from breath and thought alike.They turned as one.There, at the base of the throne, sat the Ashen Crown. No herald. No sound. Just… there. Its blackened silver gleamed with veins of molten light, shifting like slow embers trapped in metal. The flames within whispered in a tongue older than the Vale.Zara’s hand went to her sword. “That wasn’t here when we entered.”“It wasn’t anywhere,” Elira murmured. She knew. The Crown had been buried, hidden, sealed in a volcanic tomb. She’d seen it only

The Vale had never been this quiet.No banners fluttered in the wind, no merchants called from the squares, no forges rang with steel. The air itself seemed to hold its breath, as though the entire realm waited for a verdict it already feared.Elira walked the inner gardens barefoot, her toes brushing against the dew-soaked grass. Above, the Hollow Star burned faint and steady, the wound in the sky widening by the hour. She didn’t look at it. She couldn’t. Instead, she trailed her fingers across the petals of the starblossoms that lined the stone paths, remembering when these gardens had been places of laughter.Now they felt like graves waiting for names.Zara found her there. No armor, no crown, only a cloak drawn tight against the dawn chill. Her hair was loose, the wind catching strands and scattering them across her face. For once, she didn’t tuck them back. She only watched Elira, and for a heartbeat the two of them said nothing.“It’s strange,” Zara murmured finally, stepping c