All Chapters of The Rogue Queen’s Vengeance : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Aria’s PovRaven thought I needed to sharpen up my powers so he set a fight for me. The arena Raven had chosen for my trial was carved from living stone deep in the mountains.At some point I got scared but with the Silver Fang strength and my wolf, I had nothing to worry about or so I thought.Strange symbols covered the floor, their meanings were long forgotten, but their power still hummed under my feet like a sleeping beast waiting to wake. I don't know exactly why Raven chose this very place.“You’ve grown soft, Aria,” Raven’s voice rang from the raised. Cold. sharp. unyielding. “Your recent victories have come too easily. Power without control is just destruction waiting to happen.”I'm a bit shaky. My breath was unsteady but I stood in the center of the circle. Silver light flickered weakly around me.Ever since the bond had shaken I had felt hollow, drained. Even now, days later, to access my powers feels like wading through mud with invisible chains weighing me down but when

Garvin’s PovThe pain I felt after I was being hit in the war was unbearable but it left me no choice, I had to save myself from Dorian and his evil plans.I struggled so hard to stay on my feet, badly hurt and didn't move fast through the forest.My hands were on my chest pressing firmly at the wound on my chest. Despite my efforts to slow the flow, warm blood slipped through my fingers.Each breath was extremely painful, sharp and cutting like having glass inside. I felt dizzy due to the constant loss of blood and pains that burned in me but I was determined to get to my safe place.My vision is distorted, everything feels messy and unclear. Sounds reverberated as if the forest itself were mocking me”Dr. Whitmore's face flashed in my mind. Initially had shown concern to treat me when I was taken to him, his tone gentle and his hands steady.But then, after he answered Dorian’s call and he was back, I noticed a change—his eyes grew cold, sharp, and calculating as he reached for a

POV: AriaThe battlefield was quiet. I was excited that Titan didn't crush me with his fists at least, I was weak, my silver fang didn't work on Titan but I succeeded in taking him out.Titan was gone. I had been the one that ended his life.My heart still pounded, the rush of rocks clashing with the anger simmering inside me. My hands, shaking, all in pain from the fight. The air was thick with ash, blood—and something else I couldn’t quite name.And then I felt him.Raven.He came out of the forest like the dead, his eyes locked on me with a strong piercing intensity that made my veins run cold.I had faced several monsters, betrayals, people immune to my silver fang, hunters death itself—but he was different.“Aria.” His voice was calm, but sharpMy stomach dropped when he called my name.I straightened, refusing to show that I was afraid in a way. “What do you want, Raven?” My voice held steady even as my muscles stayed tense.He smiled, slow and fast, and my pulse quickened. “Wha

Ronan's POVFinally I was awake...I perceived the smell of herbs and damp earth when I finally opened my eyes which I blinked so many times.When my eyes were wide open. Steady now. I didn’t know where I was. Who I was. Confusion set in.There was dim green glowing from the moss on the cave’s ceiling and walls. Its light was unnatural.Breathing was hard for me and I felt my body was still weak and heavy. And my heartbeat was a painful reminder that I'm still alive although I was not sure how I had survived whatever happened before."Easy,” Garvin’s voice came from my left. “Don’t sit up yet.” Turning my head left me drained. My Beta sat on a rough stool, chest bandaged, his face tight with pain and worry. “Garvin?” My voice was a hoarse whisper. “What... what happened?” “You nearly died,” he replied, a mix of relief and frustration in his tone. “Four weeks ago, in the sacred grove. Your brother used a cursed blade on your throat during the rogue attack." Memories flooded bac

Marcus's PovThe old grain mill at Crescent Moon’s edge rattled in the night wind.I had chosen it carefully, far from Dorian’s patrols but close enough to escape to the forest quickly.Its emptiness was perfect; exiles should meet where the world had already forgotten them.Two days had passed since Dorian stripped me of my council position. Two days of pretending to be a regular wolf, watching the oldest regent make reckless decisions, biting back words that could have shattered his fragile authority. But I had never accepted defeat easily.When I reached the second floor, familiar shapes appeared in the dim light—veterans of Ronan’s past, elders who had endured harsh winters and wars, and warriors who had quietly watched Dorian’s cruelty. All were here. We were a shadow council, powerless in title, but united by purpose.“Marcus,” Garvin greeted me. Despite the bandages wrapping his chest, his presence remained imposing. “Thanks for coming.”“Wouldn’t miss the meeting,” I said, emb