All Chapters of Crimson Outcast: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Amara’s POVThe days after the bond ceremony passed in a blur of ritual and expectation. Everywhere I turned, someone was watching — pack members bowing their heads, warriors nodding with new reverence, whispers rippling through the halls. I wasn’t just Amara anymore. I was the girl of three lines, tied by blood to the Blood Moon Pack.And now, apparently, being groomed for more.Queen Victoria-Ann met me each morning in the high chamber, sunlight streaming through the tall windows, casting gold across the polished floors. She never raised her voice, but there was no mistaking the authority in her presence.“Straighten your shoulders, child,” she’d say, tapping lightly at my posture with a fan. “A queen does not bend beneath the eyes of her people. They must see strength, even when you feel none.”I tried. I truly did. But half the time, the weight of my new titles pressed so heavily that I could hardly breathe. She taught me how to address the council, how to temper my voice so it ca

Amara’s POVI tossed and turned all night. Sleep was hard to come by. My mind replayed everything that had happened with Blake in the garden, a tangled mess of confusion and hurt that wouldn’t let go. I hadn’t even known I was capable of such things—of losing control, of drawing out that kind of power or anger. Looking at the clock, I saw it was 2 a.m. I need sleep, I told myself firmly, squeezing my eyes shut as if the force of the words alone could summon rest. Sleep, I repeated, over and over, until at last the world faded away.But then I was standing in a forest, the air thick with the scent of earth and dew. Lush, green grass brushed against my ankles, and the trees stretched tall and silent overhead. A soft voice called out to me, distant but insistent. The more I walked, the heavier my limbs became, exhaustion settling over me like a blanket. That’s when I saw her—Skadii, my lycan, her silver eyes shining in the dappled light. But she wasn’t alone. By her side stood a wolf, no

Blake’s POVThe moon was high when we finally left the obsidian chamber. Thalia had dismissed us with her usual clipped precision, though I caught the rare flicker of approval in her eyes as Amara extinguished the last flame. That alone told me what I already knew—something had shifted tonight.But the weight of it still pressed hard on my chest.Amara walked beside me, her shoulders squared, her chin lifted, but I could see the exhaustion in her. Every step was heavy, every breath a battle. Yet she did not falter. Not once.We slipped into the quiet of my chambers, shutting out the echo of the palace. For a long moment, I just watched her. Her skin glowed faintly with the sheen of sweat, her eyes still alive with a storm she barely contained.Gods, she was beautiful. And terrifying.She sank onto the edge of the bed, her hands trembling slightly though she tried to hide it. “You’re staring,” she murmured.I crossed the room, kneeling before her so we were eye to eye. “I watched you h

Amara’s POVThe palace had become a hive of constant motion. Everywhere I turned there were servants carrying bolts of crimson silk, bakers testing pastries, florists weaving endless garlands of moonlilies and roses. The air shimmered with anticipation, thick and sweet as honey.But beneath it all, something heavier lingered.I felt it first in Queen Victoria-Ann. She carried herself with the same grace she always did, her chin high, her voice sharp and commanding as she directed preparations. Yet when she thought no one was looking, her gaze would drift—sharp and searching, like a hawk watching for predators on the horizon.This morning, I followed her through the banquet hall as she oversaw the placement of the long silver tables. Her presence commanded the room, yet I saw it again—the small crease between her brows, the subtle tightening of her mouth.“Is something wrong?” I asked softly when the servants scurried out of earshot.She didn’t look at me at first. “Nothing the guests

The King and Queen’s POVQueen Victoria-AnnThe summons tore through my mindlink like a blade. Blake’s voice, frantic, raw with a desperation I had not heard since he was a boy. Mother! Father! The woods—Amara!I did not wait to question him. Joseph was already moving when I turned, the two of us shifting into our Lycans and racing into the night. The trees blurred past, branches snapping as the earth bent to our stride.But nothing could have prepared me for what I saw when we broke into the clearing.She stood in the moonlight, trembling, writhing between forms—yet radiant. Her fur was white as new snow, streaked with silver like threads spun from starlight. Her eyes glowed a violet hue I had never seen, ancient and divine. The forest bent to her, trees bowing as though pulled toward her light.I froze. My queen’s heart, forged of iron and duty, stuttered in my chest.“By the goddess…” I whispered, my voice lost to the night. “She is chosen.”King JosephI had seen many wolves in my