All Chapters of The Rogue Queen’s Vengeance : Chapter 81 - Chapter 89

Raven’s POVThe next morning arrived too quickly.I stood in the courtyard they now called the Moon Palace. The name still felt strange on my tongue, but it had stuck. Dawn spilled over the Timberlands, bathing the stone walls and newly built watchtowers in pale gold. Everything should have felt triumphant. We had claimed the Northern Timberlands, fortified it, and turned a dream into something tangible. Proof that rogues could be more than wandering outcasts.Yet, instead of pride, I felt a thin edge of unease. Like I was balancing on a blade, trying to keep steady while unseen forces threatened to push me over.Aria was one of those forces. Magnificent. Powerful. Increasingly unpredictable.I touched the amulet hidden under my armor, feeling its cold weight against my chest. Insurance. Protection. The one object capable of binding her power if she ever turned against me.But using it would destroy any trust left between us. It would prove that every word about partnership and buildi

Ronan's PovI stood in the shadows at the back of the council chamber, watching my brother spiral into panic while the elders debated my existence like I was a ghost story.Perfect timing. Exactly as Marcus and I had planned.The infiltration had worked flawlessly. My elite force hidden throughout the packhouse, Elara's allies positioned at key points, everything ready for this moment. And Dorian—poor, broken Dorian, had played his part perfectly by actually announcing my survival, making my entrance that much more dramatic."That's a stupid reason to concur," I said, stepping forward into the lamplight. "Suggesting I wouldn't return to my own pack, to reclaim what was stolen from me, through 'proper channels.' As if there's a proper channel for dealing with fratricide and usurpation."The council chamber erupted. Wolves jumped to their feet, some reaching for weapons that weren't there, others simply staring in shock."Ronan?" Sarah whispered, her weathered face going pale. "Is it re

Laura’s PovI stood in front of the mirror in Garrett's chambers, staring at the golden chain around my neck. It was heavy. Cold. The symbol of a Luna, his Luna. My fingers trembled as I touched it. This wasn't supposed to be my life. I was supposed to be home, safe behind Crescent Moon's walls, learning how to be strong. Instead, I was here, wearing the mark of a man I didn't love, pretending to be someone I wasn't.Garrett had left an hour ago for patrol. He kissed my forehead before he went, his lips dry and cold against my skin. I didn't pull away. I smiled. I played the part. The moment the door closed behind him, I let the smile fall. My chest felt tight, like someone was squeezing my lungs. I couldn't breathe deep anymore. Not here. Not in this place where every shadow watched me and every word I spoke could be my last.I walked to the window and looked out at the camp. Wolves moved below like ants, some training, some talking, some sharpening weapons. Raven's army. They were p

Aria’s PovI smiled at the ambassador from the Northern Clans. My face hurt from smiling. My cheeks felt like stone carved into the shape of happiness. The ambassador bowed low, and said how honored he was to meet the Rogue Queen. I nodded gracefully, playing the role Raven expected of me."The honor is mine," I said. My voice was smooth. Calm. Cold.Raven stood beside his throne, watching me with those calculating blue eyes. He didn't touch me. He never did in public anymore. Not since I refused his bond again. We ruled together, but separately. King and queen in title only. The court whispered about it. They wondered why their powerful alpha hadn't forced me into submission. What they didn't know was that he had insurance. A way to control me if I ever went too far.The amulet hung around his neck, tucked beneath his shirt. I could see the faint outline of it pressing against the fabric.I hated that he had it. I hated that he held that power over me.The ambassador spoke about trad

Varyn's POVThe cell smelled like wet stone and old blood. I sat on the narrow bench built into the wall and counted the cracks in the ceiling. Forty-three. I'd counted them seventeen times since they threw me in here three days ago. The iron bars were thick. Ronan thought he had caged me and I was finished.He was wrong.I heard footsteps in the corridor outside. Slow and hesitant. The kind of walk that belonged to someone who didn't want to be here. I smiled and leaned back against the cold stone wall.The guard appeared first. Young and nervous. He fumbled with the keys in his belt. Behind him stood Elder Matthias. The old man's face was gray."Five minutes," the guard said. "Council orders."Matthias nodded. The guard unlocked my cell door but didn't open it but they had to allow one visitor per week. Council law. Even for traitors.I'd chosen my visitor carefully."Hello, Matthias." I kept my voice light. Friendly. "Thank you for coming."He stepped inside. The door clanged shut