All Chapters of The Dumb Cursed Heiress and Her Mates: Reborn For Revenge : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

124 Chapters

A Brother’s Wrath

Nadia’s POVThe keep was a tomb.They took Eleanor and Henry to the guest rooms. Henry had to be led, his body shaking with silent, angry sobs. Eleanor walked, but she was a ghost. She didn’t look at me. She didn’t look at anyone. Gaius guided her, his face like carved stone.I stood in the hall with my mates, feeling like I had set the whole world on fire.“Come,” Noah said softly, putting a hand on my shoulder. “You need to sit.”We went back to the study. The air still felt charged with Henry’s screams. I sat in a chair, my whole body trembling. “I broke them,” I whispered. “I destroyed them.”“You told them the truth,” Neal said, kneeling in front of me. “They were already broken when they lost Valerie. You just… showed them where the pieces were.”“That’s not better,” I said, a hot tear rolling down my cheek.“No,” Noah agreed, leaning against the desk. “It’s not. But it is honest. And now, we must deal with what comes next.”What came next was Gaius.He didn’t knock. The door op

The Memorial

Nadia’s POVThree days later, the pack gardens were full of quiet people.Word had gone out. The Luna was holding a remembrance for Valerie Sebastian. Many in the pack were confused, wasn't that the Luna’s own human name? But they came out of respect for Neal and Noah, and for me.It was a simple, solemn setup. A small stone altar was draped in white silk. On it, we placed things Valerie loved. A book of poetry. A small, worn gardening trowel. A blue hair ribbon. Eleanor had given them to me, her hands shaking.The day was clear and soft. But the air felt heavy.I stood between my mates at the front. I wore a simple grey dress. No crown, no jewels. Just me. Next to us, Gaius stood straight and stiff, wearing his best clothes. His arm was linked with his mother’s.Eleanor looked… present. Her eyes were no longer empty. They were filled with a deep, quiet ocean of sadness. She had agreed to come. She had even helped choose the flowers, white lilies, Valerie’s favorite.Henry was not the

The Council’s Summons

Nadia’s POVThree days after the memorial, the summons came.It was not a letter. It was a sound, a deep, clear chime that echoed through every stone of Whitemore Keep, a sound you felt in your bones, not your ears. Everyone stopped what they were doing. The hair on my arms stood up.Neal, who had been showing me a new fighting move in the yard, froze. Noah strode out from his study, his face like a storm cloud.“The Council Bell,” he said, his voice grim. “They call for an audience.”“The who?” I asked, my heart starting to pound.“The Supernatural Council,” Neal explained, wiping sweat from his brow. “The old ones. The bosses of everyone. Vampires, Fae, Shifters, Witches… the ancient ones who make the big rules. They heard your scream across the realms. And they felt the memorial. They want to look you in the eye.”Fear, cold and slick, coiled in my stomach. “What do they want with me?”“To see if you are a problem,” Noah said simply. “To see if you need to be… controlled.”Before m

The Traitor’s Gambit

Nadia’s POVWe stepped back through the portal into the great hall. The normal sounds of the keep felt too loud after the Council’s silent judgment.Neal let out a long, frustrated breath. “Monitored? They’ll ‘watch’? Useless.”“They gave us what we needed,” Noah said, though he didn’t look happy. “Legitimacy. They named Maya a threat. No other pack will openly side with her now. We fight her alone, but we fight her with the Council’s mark on her back.”“And they marked my back too,” I said quietly, hugging myself. “A beacon, she said.”Elias put an arm around me. “You were always a beacon, my dawn-child. You just didn’t know it. Now we move with our eyes open.”Gaius met us in the hall. He looked troubled. “My father,” he said. “He hasn’t left his room all day. Not even for meals. Mother is worried. This quiet… it’s not like him.”A cold finger traced down my spine. Henry’s rage had been so hot, so loud. This quiet felt worse.“He just needs time,” Neal said, but he exchanged a look

The Dark Alliance

Nadia’s POVThree days. Three days of waiting for a hammer to fall.We sent scouts north, towards Moonshade lands. We doubled the guards on the walls. Every noise in the night made me jump. But nothing happened. No army appeared on the horizon. It was the quiet before the storm, and the silence was screaming.Neal tried to lighten the mood. “Maybe the hawk got eaten by an eagle. Maybe Ronan thinks it’s a trick.”Noah just shook his head, staring at the maps on his desk. “Ronan is a snake. He doesn’t charge. He slithers. He’s planning something.”Elias felt it too. He stayed close to the keep, but he was restless. “The magic in the air is sour,” he said at dinner on the third night. “Two kinds of poison mixing.”That night, I couldn’t sleep. I lay between Neal and Noah in our big bed, listening to their steady breathing. The moonstone necklace on my chest was warm, almost hot. It had been like that since the memorial.I closed my eyes, trying to find calm.Suddenly, I wasn’t in bed any

The Rescue Plan & A Family’s Choice

Nadia’s POVWe didn’t attack. Not yet.The sight of my father in chains, of Maya’s smug face, of Ronan’s cruel smile… it took every bit of my willpower to hold still. My muscles trembled with the need to shift, to charge, to tear.But Noah’s hand on my arm was a steel band. “Wait,” he breathed, his voice only for me and Neal.“They’re right there!” Neal hissed back, his green eyes blazing.“And it’s a stage,” Noah said, his own gaze sweeping the valley edges. “Look. Just them. No guards. They want us to rush in. That’s when the real trap springs. Kael will find it.”We stood our ground at the tree line, just watching.Ronan’s smile faltered. He expected a wild charge. Our stillness confused him.“What’s the matter, girl?” he called out, his voice echoing in the poisoned clearing. “Scared to save your dear daddy? Not so brave without your pack around you?”Maya’s eyes narrowed. She lifted a hand, and the red chains around Elias glowed brighter. He gritted his teeth, a groan escaping hi

Return to the Nightmare

Nadia’s POVTwo weeks. That’s how long it took to plan.Two weeks of watching Maya’s new obsession hang over us like a dark cloud. She didn’t attack. She sent… messages. A book on alchemy about blending souls left on my pillow. A rare, poisonous flower that only blooms under a bonded triad’s window. It was quiet. It was creepy. It was worse than an army.We knew we couldn’t wait for her to make her move. We had to strike first, at the heart of the other snake’s nest: Moonshade Manor.“We take the fight to Ronan,” Noah said, his finger stabbing the map on the war table. “We cut off Maya’s ally, take back your old pack’s territory, and show her we are not waiting to be studied.”Neal leaned over the map. “It’s a fortress. He’ll be expecting us after the Spring.”“He’ll be expecting a full army,” a new voice said.We looked up. Gaius stood in the doorway, his face set in hard lines. Eleanor stood beside him, her hand in his, her eyes clear and full of a mother’s resolve.“You can’t come,

The Corruption’s Cry & Atonement

Nadia’s POVThe pain was a living thing inside me. It was not in my body. It was in my soul. Maya’s hooks dug deep, pulling at the warm, bright core that was my mother’s spirit blended with my own. I could feel it stretching, tearing.I was on my knees on the cold stone floor. My vision blurred. Lucien’s laughing face and Malia’s smug smile swam above me.“Look at her,” Lucien sneered. “The mighty reborn one. Just a puppet with its strings cut.”“Hold on, little vessel,” Maya’s voice chanted from the shadows, smooth and relentless. “Almost… got it…” A piece of it, a memory of my mother’s laugh, a feeling of her protection, was ripped free. It floated like a sad, golden wisp towards Maya’s bloody symbol.I was screaming, but no sound came out. The agony stole my voice, my breath, my hope.This is how I die, I thought. Not with a knife, but empty. Hollowed out.Then, a new sound cut through the hall. Not a battle cry. A raw, human shout of pure rage and horror.“NO! STOP THIS!”Henry S

The Weight of a Crown

Nadia's POVThe journey back to Whitemore Keep was silent. The weight of the prisoners, the weight of Henry’s wrapped body in the second wagon, the weight of what we had done,.it pressed down on all of us.Gaius and Eleanor rode in the wagon with Henry. I saw Gaius holding his mother, his face turned to stone. Eleanor just stared at her husband’s shroud, her tears dry now, as if she had none left.Beside me on horseback, Noah was a statue, his eyes fixed on the horizon, planning. Neal fidgeted, his energy coiled tight, looking back at the prisoners with a hard glint in his eye.No one spoke.When we finally rode through the gates, the keep was not celebrating. The pack gathered, but their faces were solemn. They saw the prisoners, they saw the shrouded body. They understood the cost.The first three days were for Henry.We held the funeral in the small garden he had liked, near the roses. It was simple. Eleanor asked for no grand words. Gaius stood straight and spoke only a few senten

The Triad's Throne

Nadia's POVThe rose was burned in a sacred fire by Elias, its sickening song silenced. But the ghost of its message lingered in the air, a constant whisper that Maya was watching, learning.And we were falling apart.The Council observers arrived two days later, the silver-flame witch, named Lyra (which made my heart ache), and the bear-like shifter Elder, Grendel. They came to "observe the stability of the new power structure." It was a test.Our first day as hosts was a disaster.It started in the morning meeting with our Betas and the Moonshade elders who had agreed to come. A Moonshade elder, a grim man named Borin, spoke."The eastern border patrols are thin. Whitemore wolves do not know our land. We need our own people, led by our own captains."Noah nodded, all cool logic. "Agreed. But the captains will be approved by Whitemore command to ensure unified strategy. We'll integrate the patrols in phases."Neal, who had been up all night reviewing trade routes, scoffed. "Phases? W

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