All Chapters of The Rogue Queen’s Vengeance : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Raven’s PovThe message from Dorian laid spread on my desk like a map to victory.His neat handwriting outlined he would give out everything I'd hoped to know – patrol schedules, pack weakness, Ronan's vulnerability, even the locations of their weapon stores.The statement that made my pulse quicken with possibility was his final offer."When I become Alpha, you'll have my full support in whatever territory you choose to claim."Perfect. The ambitious senior brother was playing right into my hands."He’s desperate," Veyra observed in my mind. "Desperation makes wolves predictable.""And useful," I murmured, already calculating how this could serve my larger plans.The sound of chains clanging from the punishment cells drew my attention. Aria had been down there for two days, silver shackles biting into her wrists as she relived her moment of weakness with the pregnant woman. She had thought her mercy meant something, unaware I had captured the woman within an hour of her escape.Now…

Ronan’s PovThe bloodstain on the study floor had darkened, and the copper taste from my failed attempt to bond with Elena lingered in my mouth.Hours had passed since I’d collapsed trying to forge another mate bond. Elena had fled, calling for Garvin, convinced I was dying. In a way she was right; the cursed bond was killing me slowly, each shared injury a new wound I could not bear.A soft knock pulled me from the window. “Alpha? It’s Garvin.” He stepped in with Elena behind him.“Send her away,” I said.“Alpha—”“Send her away, now.” My voice was harder than I meant. I couldn’t face her questions or explain why her nearness felt like a violation.Garvin hesitated, then left. Ten minutes later there was another knock. “It’s Garvin again, sir. I need to discuss the trial—”“Leave me alone,” I snapped.Silence enveloped the space, filled with his confusion and hurt, but I couldn’t muster any concern. How could I explain that every breath felt like I was drowning? That Aria's suffering

Aria’s PovThe drug felt like chains trying to hold back a hurricane. It dulled my edges, slowed my thoughts, but it couldn’t touch Nyra. She was older than any poison Raven could make, stronger than any trap. When she rose, she shoved me back into the passenger seat of my own mind and took control.“How dare he,” Nyra snarled through me. Her voice overlaid my own, heavy with wolf-anger. “How dare he try to force himself on us.”My body changed as she moved: muscles tightening, breath shortening, a silver heat building behind my eyes. I watched from inside, helpless and furious. Raven’s face went pale as he saw the shift. For the first time I saw genuine fear in him, and Nyra drank it like fuel.“Aria, listen to me,” he began, hands trembling. Nyra cut him off with a motion that sent him slamming into the tent wall.“Her name,” she said through my lips, cold and sharp, “is not for you to speak.”Panic clawed up in me. Nyra, please, I tried to whisper in our shared mind. Don’t kill him

Laura's PovI stood outside the cold stone wall of Elder Varyn’s chamber, my heart pounding so loudly I feared it would betray me.Headed to drop off the monthly supply reports, when I heard whispers of a faint crack of conversation had drawn me closer. Curiosity and something darker kept me frozen.My blood ran cold as I heard every detailed information of their plans. They were talking about Aria. My best friend. The one I had helped months ago. Somehow, she was still a pawn in their game."This is the perfect moment to act," Varyn concluded, the word sharp, decisive.They weren’t just planning to challenge Ronan, they were scheming to destroy him. To manipulate the trial. To use Aria against him.I needed to warn someone. I needed to escape.As I stepped back, my elbow hit a vase. The crash echoed like thunder.“Someone’s been listening,” Dorian’s voice cut through the door, urgent now.Panic surged. I heard footsteps. Chairs scraping. I didn’t wait to be seen or to even hide somew

Dorian's PovThe air in my study felt thick with smoke and shadows. Elena was here in my study, her quick breath was heard.She was tied to a wooden chair with her wrists bound tightly using some leather straps.Candlelight jumped across her face and made her fear look bigger.I stood by the desk, one hand on my wine glass, watching her carefully. “You know why you’re here, don’t you?” I asked.Her lips trembled. “N-no… I don’t understand, Dorian,” she stammered.I let out a short, cold laugh. “Already lies. That does not please me.” I set the glass down and began to walk around her slowly, the careful, slow steps of a hunter. “My spy saw you in Ronan’s room last night. Tell me, Elena, why were you in my brother’s chamber?”She flinched, looking at the door as if someone was coming to save her.She finally said, “I only wanted to help him,” she whispered. “He seemed lost. I thought he needed comfort.”I stopped behind her chair and leaned in until my breath brushed her hair. “Comfort?