All Chapters of Beast Billionaire Claim : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The crown burned.Not like flame, not even like the Hollow’s devouring void, but something deeper—something threaded into marrow, thought, breath. Ruby’s body carried it, yes, but it was her soul that bore the fire. I could see it in the way her shoulders trembled, the way her lips stayed tight even as light flickered behind her eyes.She swung her sword through another echo, cleaving it clean, yet her knees buckled when she landed. The Ashen Crown blazed brighter, spilling shadow-fire in coils around her head. Gold, black, and ember fought in its core, a battle of elements too great for one mortal to contain.I rushed to her side. “Ruby—stop! The crown is eating you alive!”She shoved me back with her free hand, her grip shaking. “Don’t. Don’t you dare say it. This is mine.”Her voice was low, rough, but not weak. There was still that same core of steel I’d always known in her, even if now it felt sharpened into a blade that would cut us both. She straightened, lifting her chin like

The battlefield had not gone quiet—not truly—but in the space after Maxim’s roar, after the earth-shaking fracture of his Beast straining against itself, the world seemed to hold its breath. Fire guttered low in my chest, every spark dimming until only embers ached beneath my skin. My hands trembled from exhaustion, blistered and cracked from channeling too much magic. The mud pulled at my knees as if it wanted to drag me down, to swallow me whole.Around us, the Hollow pressed on without pause. Shadows clashed against steel. Banners once bright with color were reduced to tattered ribbons of flame. Men and women screamed, their cries breaking against the unending tide. The Hollow did not relent. They devoured. They surged. They wanted everything.And then—I saw it.From the heart of the smoke, slipping free of the chaos as if it had always been there, my dusk-shadow.It moved like ink spilled through water—fluid, dark, edged with a faint shimmer that caught the firelight. Its body was

The battlefield did not quiet. It never did. Even in the brief pauses between charges, the air was thick with the hiss of Hollow-born shadows, the wet rattle of broken men trying to breathe, the roar of Maxim’s half-caged Beast. Fire still burned in trenches where Elira had split the earth itself, and beyond it the Hollow’s gate pulsed—an endless wound in the sky, promising only hunger.Zara stood in the middle of it all, still as a needle poised above cloth. Her eyes weren’t on the battlefield anymore; they were turned inward, to the place where her threads reached.“Elira,” she said softly, almost as if she hadn’t meant to speak aloud.I turned, my hands still seared from the last spell I had unleashed. She was pale—more than pale. The glow that usually shimmered under her skin was dull, like starlight dimmed by smoke.“Don’t.” My voice cracked with the warning I hadn’t yet formed. “Don’t you dare.”She smiled faintly. It wasn’t the smile of victory. It was the kind you give when yo

The battlefield had gone eerily still, as if the Hollow itself were holding its breath. Ruby’s declaration still hung in the air like smoke—“If I must be queen of the Hollow, then let me be its last.” Her voice was the sound of ash and fire colliding, and it left a scar on everything it touched.Maxim staggered in the silence that followed. His claws sank into the fractured stone, each movement gouging fresh scars into the cavern floor. Shadows rippled across his skin, surging and receding like tides that threatened to swallow him whole. His beast form loomed, too large, too jagged, a thing torn from ancient prophecy and nightmare. He wasn’t just a wolf anymore. He was something born of curse and crown, a creature meant to end kingdoms with a single roar.“Zara,” he rasped, her name ripped from between fangs that barely fit his mouth. The sound was half-growl, half-plea. “You shouldn’t—”“I already did.” She cut him off with fire in her eyes. Her chin lifted, her pulse wild but unbrok

I didn’t walk into the Hollow. I walked into forgetting.The realm of silence spread before me like an endless ocean of white ash. No walls. No ceiling. No sound. Just a vast, aching stillness that pressed against my skin until I couldn’t tell where I ended and the Hollow began.Maxim’s hand brushed mine as we stepped deeper in. Even here, where reality was unraveling, his beast clung to me. His claws had faded, but his golden eyes still burned, anchored on me as if he knew—instinctively—that he might lose me in more ways than one.“Zara,” he said, but the word fractured, half-swallowed by the Hollow.I tightened my grip on his fingers. “I’m here.”But Elira was already ahead of us. The Crown of Silence floated above her, not a crown of gold or bone, but a circlet of pure void, each point a shard of nothing that cut through the white haze. The closer she drew, the more the Hollow quivered, as if bracing for the wound her choice would open.“This is it,” she whispered, her voice carryi