Todos os capítulos de The Rogue Queen’s Vengeance : Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Laura’s PovThe night they left for war, I knew my moment had come.When Raven, Aria, and the rogue army marched toward the Northern Timberlands, the camp emptied into near silence. The scent of blood and iron lingered in the air, mingling with the fading echo of their war cries. I stood at the edge of my tent, heart thudding against my ribs, listening until even the distant drumbeats were gone.For the first time in weeks, I was alone.No guards watching. No eyes tracking my every move.Freedom, fragile and fleeting, hovered within reach.I crouched near my sleeping mat, pulled the crude map from its hiding place inside my boot, and spread it across the dusty floor. The charcoal lines had begun to smudge, but I’d studied them enough times to see them clearly in my mind. Every bend of a trail, every carved symbol, every word whispered in secrecy by the scarred guard who’d risked everything to give it to me.He’d told me one thing before he disappeared into the shadows: “Trust the moon

Dorian's POVThe journey back to Crescent Moon territory felt interminable. Three hundred warriors marched silently through the forest, their disappointment weighing heavily on me, almost tangible like ash in my mouth. No one spoke or looked at me; they simply trudged along, weapons hanging loosely at their sides, shoulders burdened by shame.We had departed as a confident army, prepared to eradicate a rogue threat and demonstrate our regent's capability, but we returned as deceived fools, sent to an empty forest while the real conflict raged elsewhere. And it was entirely my fault. My arrogance, my belief that I could outsmart a rogue king, and the overwhelming need to prove myself as the Iron Alpha were to blame. The title now felt toxic, a stark reminder of my failures.As we neared our territory, I became aware of the whispers that began softly—warriors exchanging quiet remarks, furtive glances, words barely discernible. The murmuring intensified with each step, and I realized the

Laura's POVSleep came reluctantly that night, after all the chaos and conflict at the celebration. I lay in my small room, better than a tent, at least—staring at the ceiling and trying to process everything that had happened.Garrett chose me. Aria's explosive reaction. Raven's compromise that felt more like a postponement than a solution. The knowledge that tomorrow would bring more conflict, more pressure, more impossible choices.I was exhausted but too anxious to rest properly. My mind kept circling through scenarios, trying to find some way out of this situation that didn't end with someone getting hurt.Eventually, exhaustion won over anxiety, and I drifted into uneasy sleep.That's when the vision hit me.Not like a dream. Dreams were hazy, disconnected, easy to dismiss upon waking. This was different. Crystal clear. Vivid. Real in a way that made my sleeping body jerk and gasp even as my consciousness was trapped in the vision's grip.I stood on a battlefield. Crescent Moon

Dorian's POVThe packhouse felt like a prison.Every corridor I walked down, I felt eyes tracking my movement. Wolves who'd once shown respect now looked at me with barely concealed contempt. Conversations died when I approached, only to resume in whispers once I'd passed.They were talking about me. About the failure. About how the "Iron Alpha" had led three hundred warriors on a march to nowhere while rogues claimed territory we should have defended.I'd tried to maintain dignity, to project confidence I didn't feel. But after three days of this—three days of whispers and sidelong glances and the weight of judgment crushing down on me—I was cracking.The council meeting had been the worst. Sitting there while the elders questioned my competence, challenged my authority, treated me like a child who'd broken something valuable rather than a regent trying to protect his territory.And Varyn. Gods, Varyn sitting there with that subtle smile, as if he'd orchestrated the entire disaster j

Aria's POVI couldn't sleep after Raven left my chambers, his final words echoing in my mind like a curse."To me, you're just Aria. And just Aria doesn't have the right to disobey me."Just Aria. As if everything I was, the power, the control I'd fought so hard to develop, the person I'd become, meant nothing when it conflicted with his plans.I sat at the window, watching the last of the celebration fires burn down to embers. The victory over the Northern Timberlands should have felt triumphant. Instead, it felt hollow, tainted by the conflict over Laura and the growing certainty that Raven saw me as a tool rather than a true partner. Not a Luna, because I'll never be his Luna.The heartstone's power pulsed inside me, responding to my emotional turmoil. Silver light flickered around my hands without my conscious intention, frost forming patterns on the windowsill.I'd told Raven I'd learned control. And I had, to an extent. Could direct the power instead of just unleashing it. Could