All Chapters of The Dumb Cursed Heiress and Her Mates: Reborn For Revenge : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

170 Chapters

The Contractions Begins

Nadia's POVThe first real contraction hit like a wave of fire.I had been having small ones for hours. Little cramps that came and went. Annoying, but manageable. This one was different. This one stole my breath. This one made me grab the edge of the cot and squeeze until my knuckles turned white."Nadia?" Eleanor was at my side instantly. "What is it?""The baby," I gasped. "She is coming.""Already? The healers said–""The healers are not here. The baby is."Another contraction. Stronger. I cried out, a sound caught between pain and surprise.Neal sat up on his cot, his face pale, his hand going to his side. "What is happening? Is she okay?""She is in labor," Seraphine said. Her ancient voice was calm, steady. "The baby is coming. Now.""Now?" Neal's voice cracked. "But Noah is out there. The army is at the gate. We are in the middle of a siege!""The baby does not care about sieges," Seraphine said. "She comes when she is ready."Eleanor helped me lie back on the cot. She propped

The Cry

Nadia's POVThe hours blurred together.Time lost meaning. There was only the pain, the light, the sound of my own breathing. Contractions came like waves, one after another, each one stronger than the last. I screamed. I cried. I cursed Neal's name, Noah's name, the baby's name, the name of every person who had ever told me childbirth was beautiful."Push," Seraphine said."I am pushing.""Push harder.""I am pushing as hard as I can!"Neal's hand was crushed in mine. He did not complain. He just held on, his face pale, his eyes wide. "You are doing great," he said."I am dying.""You are not dying.""How do you know?""Because I am the one who usually gets injured. It is my turn. You cannot steal it."I wanted to laugh. I wanted to hit him. I did both. The laugh came out as a sob. The hit was weak, more of a pat.Another contraction. I pushed.The tent lit up with silver and gold light. The baby's power surged, filling the space with warmth. Eleanor wiped my forehead with a cool clo

The Truce

Nadia's POVThe silence was strange.After hours of screaming, after hours of clashing swords and howling wolves and the crackle of dark magic, the sudden quiet felt wrong. Like the world had forgotten how to make noise.I held Lyra against my chest. Whitemore Lyra Valerie. My daughter. Her tiny body was warm, her breathing soft and even. She had fallen asleep after her song, exhausted by her own power. Her white hair stuck up in little tufts. Her tiny fists were curled against my skin."She is so small," I whispered."She is perfect," Eleanor said, smoothing the blanket around us.Neal lay on the cot beside me, his head on my shoulder, his hand on Lyra's back. His side was still bleeding, the wound had opened during the labor, when he had refused to leave my side. His face was pale, his eyes tired, but he was smiling."She has your nose," he said."She has your stubbornness.""She has not done anything stubborn yet.""She waited until the middle of a siege to be born. That is stubbor

The Counsils New Offer

Nadia's POVThe truce lasted four hours.Long enough for Eleanor to clean Neal's wound and wrap it in fresh bandages. Long enough for Noah to eat a bowl of soup and drink a full canteen of water. Long enough for me to sleep, just a little, with Lyra warm against my chest.Then the messenger came.He was a vampire, old and thin, with grey skin and yellow eyes. He walked under a white flag, his hands raised, his steps slow. No weapons. No armor. Just a white cloth tied to a stick.Noah met him at the edge of the camp. Neal stood beside him, his hand on his sword, his face hard. I stayed in the tent with Lyra, but I could hear everything. The tent flap was open. The valley was quiet.The vampire stopped a few feet from Noah. His voice was dry, like old paper. "I come on behalf of the Council Elders. They wish to parley.""Council?" Noah's voice was cold. "After they tried to kill us? After they, laid siege to our valley?""The siege was... unfortunate. A misunderstanding. The Elders beli

The Night Before

Nadia's POVThe sun set over the valley like a wound.Red and gold bled across the sky, staining the clouds, painting the snow on the mountains pink. It was beautiful. It was terrible. It looked like the world was bleeding.The resistance spent the night preparing.Weapons were sharpened. The sound of grinding steel echoed through the camp. Swords, axes, daggers, spears,every blade was tested, every edge made deadly.Wards were reinforced. Elias walked the perimeter of the valley, his hands glowing with silver light, strengthening the barriers that protected us. The old Dawnfire magic hummed under his touch, bright and fierce, but even I could see it was fading. Too many attacks. Too much strain. The wards would not hold forever.Warriors said goodbye to loved ones. Quiet words. Soft touches. Promises to return. Promises that felt like lies.In the healing tent, Eleanor wrapped bandages around Neal's side. The wound had opened again during the labor. He had not complained. He never co

The Dawn

Nadia's POVDawn came like a fist.One moment the sky was grey, soft, peaceful. The next, the horizon exploded with light and fire and the thunder of thousands of feet. The Council's army charged.There was no subtlety this time. No tricks. No traps. They threw everything at the valley. Vampires in black armor, their red eyes glowing. Shifters in wolf form, their fur bristling, their fangs bared. Fae cavalry on horses that moved like shadows. Dark witches in grey robes, their hands crackling with green fire.They came over the ridge like a flood. Like a wave. Like the end of the world.I stood on a rise at the edge of the camp. Lyra was in a sling on my chest, her tiny body pressed against mine, her white hair bright in the morning light. She was awake. Her strange eyes were open, watching the battle, watching the chaos. She did not cry. She just watched."How many are there?" I asked.Noah stood beside me, his sword in his hand, his eyes scanning the enemy lines. "Too many.""Give me

Elias Attack

Nadia's POVThe world stopped.Not literally. The battle still raged. Warriors still fought and died. The sky was still red with dawn and blood. But for me, everything froze. The green fire faded. The screaming faded. The clashing of swords faded.There was only Elias. On the ground. Bleeding.I felt it through the blood bond. A tearing. A ripping. A coldness spreading through my chest like ice. My father was dying."No," I whispered.I ran.My legs were weak. My body was still recovering from the birth. But I ran. Down the rise, through the camp, past the healing tents. Lyra bounced against my chest in the sling, her eyes wide, her tiny fists clenched."Nadia, stop!" Eleanor screamed behind me.I did not stop.I reached Elias just as the assassin raised his blade for another strike. A Council agent, clad in black, his face hidden behind a mask. The same green fire that had felled Elias still crackled on his hands."Get away from him!" I shrieked.The assassin turned. His eyes met min

Mother Wrath

Nadia's POVElias's body was still warm.I knelt beside him, his hand in mine, his blood soaking into the ground. The world moved around me, warriors shouting, wounded moaning, the distant sound of the Council's army retreating, but I heard none of it. There was only my father. His still face. His closed eyes. The gaping wound in his chest where the green fire had burned through.He was gone.The man who had held me when I was reborn. Who had taught me about the Dawnfire. Who had fought beside me against Maya. Who had betrayed me, yes. Who had lied and hidden and run. But also who had come back. Who had knelt before me and begged for a chance to make things right. Who had thrown himself between Maya's fire and the healing tents. Between Maya's fire and my daughter."He is gone," I whispered.Eleanor knelt beside me. Her hand was on my shoulder. "Nadia, we need to move. The Council could regroup–""He is gone.""I know. I am sorry."The words did not reach me. They bounced off somethin

The Final Note

Nadia's POVMaya was on her knees.Her dark magic was gone. Her stolen souls were gone. Her curses, her tendrils, her centuries of collected power, all of it had shattered against my light. She was empty. Hollow. Just a woman in a torn dress, her golden hair tangled with dirt, her blue eyes wide with fear.But she was still alive. Still breathing. Still dangerous."Kill me," she whispered. "Get it over with."I stood over her, the silver light still blazing on my arms, my voice still humming in my throat. Noah and Neal were behind me, their hands on my shoulders, their strength flowing through the bond. The triad was one. The triad was strong.But I did not raise my hand. I did not sing."Why are you waiting?" Maya asked. Her voice cracked. "You have won. Finish it.""Because killing you is not enough," I said."Then what do you want? An apology? An explanation? I did what I had to do to survive. The Council made me into this. I never asked to be a weapon.""No," I said. "You didn't."

Epilogue

Nadia's POVThe valley was quiet.Three days had passed since the battle. Three days of tending wounds, burying the dead, and trying to forget the screams. The hot spring still bubbled. The golden trees still glowed. But the valley felt different now. Smaller. Heavier. Like it was holding its breath.Today, we buried my father.Elias's body had been washed and wrapped in white linen, the way the Dawnfire honored their dead. His hands were folded across his chest. . He looked peaceful. Younger than he had in years.We buried him at the heart of the Hidden Spring. The place he had loved most. The place where he had first held me after my rebirth. The place where he had taught me to sing.I stood at the head of the grave, Lyra in my arms. Noah stood on my left, his hand on my shoulder. Neal stood on my right, his hand on my other shoulder. Gaius and Eleanor were behind me, holding each other. Kael was there, still pale from his wounds, leaning on a crutch."He was not perfect," I said.

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