All Chapters of Crowned In Vengeance: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Rya’s POVI told them to spread the word, not sparing each of them a glance. I saw the way they all looked at me as though I was a plague, but I didn't care. I could hear some of their whispers, drawing closer to each other. I've always waited for this day, the day I see them beg, the day I will hear their heart beat louder than usual. I smiled, as I sat coldly at the head of the council table, placing my two arms on the table, this was the same table they used to judge me.My voice didn’t rise. It didn’t need to.The wood beneath my fingers was still warm with blood. Someone’s blood and I didn’t bother to wipe it away.Let them see it. Let them remember and keep it in mind. I looked at my side and saw the maid holding a jar, her hand was shaking, her eyes widened in shock.I could tell what was going through her mind. “Bring it here…” I said, but she still stood as though she didn't hear me. “I'm talking to you…” I said again, raising my voice a little bit. She jerked immedia

Frost POVI never thought betrayal would be this quiet.I looked at her and my heart shattered the more. The only thing I was hearing was just the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears while I stared at the woman standing outside my cell.Rya.The same woman I trusted with my back.With my future. With my heart.I had defended her when the council questioned her presence. I had silenced my father when he warned me she was dangerous. I had totally ignored the whole whispers, the unease, the way fate itself seemed whenever she walked into a room. Because I believed in her.I believed her.And now I was here, locked behind iron bars in my own stronghold, while she sat on the council table and ruled.I shook my head and laughed bitterly.I should have listened to my father.I should have sent her away when I had the chance.She stood there now, hands clasped loosely in front of her, shoulders straight but eyes… gods, her eyes were wrecked. Red-rimmed. She looked tired and heavy

Rya POVAll this while, I had been with Oscar, who had been guarding me judiciously, but things were so complicated. Not as easy as I thought it would be getting rid of everyone. Yes, it was planned, but it was very disturbing to see people still trying to prove that I wasn't supposed to be on the throne despite the fact that it was rightfully mine. I thought I would fee at ease but I didn’t at all.I decided I was going to clear all of them, and it took us three days. Two days of brutally murdering the council elders on day one, putting the opposition in check on day two, and talking with the Pack members and my prisoners on day three. I immediately missed my friend Lia. I sat down quietly and wondered, why did I feel this way? I was suddenly feeling so overwhelmed and needed Lia's reassurance. I needed to calm myself and find reassurance. And of course, who always had the best words to say and the kindest heart was none other than her. That is why I needed her badly at this point,

Rya's POV I was so confused. I didn't know what to do. From where I stood, I could hear the chatters from outside the pack house, the voices of people who gathered to see me... to see the moonstone. In my confusion, I overheard footsteps approaching me. The echoing noises pierced through my train of thoughts, and brought me back to reality. I turned to the side, to the sight of Elder Darius who struggled with his broken hip and the cane in his hand. "Lady Rya, you're here," he said with a bit of relief in his voice. He sounded as though he had searched for me for a long time. His eyes lit up with excitement as he stared at me, with his lips almost curving into a smile. "The people are outside. They are all gathered. They want to see you... to see the moonstone. They are anticipating the reveal," he said to me. As though I couldn't hear for myself! This aged man only seemed to add pressure to my burdened shoulders even though he sounded as though he wanted to make me... make this

Rya's POV "Hold on for me," Kevin said to me, slowly placing me on the ground. His face wore a mix of worry and peace. I didn't know how he was able to blend two opposite reactions together. He was worried that I, his daughter, was severely bruised and injured. At the same time, he was so peaceful that nothing was ever going south. It was as though he had all things under his control. The way he spoke to me calmly, the way he placed me on the ground and stared at the wounds. He knew what to do. He closed his eyes, and placed his hands on my belly. His hands glowed with a bright white light, and for a moment, a deep exhale escaped my lips. I was completely free... healed. Then, I remembered, he had powers of his own. Healing powers to be precise. "Your healing tricks still work," I said to him with a slight grunt as I pulled myself up from the bed. "I practice it every single day," he said to me. Oh how pleasant it was to set eyes on him. Without any second thoughts, I wrapped m