All Chapters of Crowned In Vengeance: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Frost's POV How the mighty had fallen! How far down did I need to fall again? Or rather, how far down would Rya send me to make herself feel any better? These were my father's sins. My father's sins had dragged me into this hell hole of a place, into a place of darkness and poisoned air. He deserved this, and definitely not me. It's been days since Rya and her loyal men stormed the council room and killed its members, and left my father and I to rot in this dungeon. And since then, each day was its own version of trauma—of innermost chaos and battles. At many instances, I could feel my head literally splitting from the numerous thoughts storming my mind. I was raving mad each day.I didn't know which to decipher first. Was it the fact that my father wasn't truly my father? That the man who had raised me from birth, the one who I grew to admire and even visualized to be better was a murderer? The entire story surrounding Rya's birth and mine wasn't just adding up. What kind of man

Rya's POV Our fingers were intertwined as we walked out of the dungeon, swinging happily as we were somewhat new to this feeling. He never said a word, and neither did I. But the short glances we gave ourselves at intervals spoke louder than what words could quantify.I noticed the way he threw his face away, and even blocked his face with his hands as the morning sun shone on him. That only lasted for a few seconds before he embraced the warmth and the sweet soothing winds. He stood frozen for a second, his eyes closed, and his head tilted to the sky as he let out a deep exhale. I stood at the other side, staring at him. There was still that guilt inside me, but I needed to forgive myself for what was caused by my stubbornness. There, I watched a few servants walk past us. "You three, come," I called them. They scurried their way to where we stood, curtsing with their head buried to the ground. "Draw a warm bath for Alpha Frost. And make a large dinner for him as well," I ordere

Frost's POV I wasn't leaving anymore... at least not yet. The chills from my premonition from the previous night didn't seem to leave me even until the next morning. The images of what my mind crafted kept flashing on several occasions. And for the umpteenth time, I had to listen to Aspen's words. I had something else to keep me back in the Silver Fang pack. I needed to see if Rya had really changed as she preached. I wanted to know if things would take a different turn now that she was queen. I needed to also confirm if her next line of action would be from the goodness of her heart, or just mere deeds meant to appease me. Also, I needed to keep her safe. There was something coming... I could feel it deep within my bones. My father and Lily might have just been the icing on the cake. But what was coming to the Silver Fang pack was... a tsunami. I doubted if she would be able to handle it alone. I... I think I needed to stick by her side just this time. Walking through the pack ho

Frost's POV "...this will be my final warning. Any disrespect towards him will not be tolerated. I will not speak of it again" Rya's words sank down my spine. What level of authority she exuded! I could over hear the fury in her voice as she spoke. There was this spite buried with her words, like she was fighting some inner troubles. I hid myself behind a huge wall as soon as I noticed her swift turn. I held my breath, and closed my eyes, keeping still, counting, and praying that her eyes never fell in the direction where I stood. But what did it matter? She was very intelligent. All throughout her message, she never mentioned my name. Seems to wonder that she held the feeling that I was lurking around somewhere, listening and watching her steadily.But the question that lingered within was why she did what she did. The members of the Silver Fang pack were a difficult species of men and women who could not be pleased. I experienced that first hand.But boldly defending me as thou

Rya's POVThat night, I remembered laying on the bed for the lengthiest hours, smiling from ear to ear at the thoughts of one man—Frost. He made my stomach flutter in a good way. And he did it just so... effortlessly.My cheeks were already hurting. My hands were traveling down my body—from my neck, down to my bosoms and even lower—I imagined it was his that joruneyed through my skin. It had been a different feeling for him lately. I know I loved him. I could say that a thousand times over. But recently, I... lusted for him. I craved for his touch, for his sweet words, for his simplest gestures that turned me on and made my brain spin uncontrollably. His newly enclosed self was... tempting.My wolf—Filly—also yearned for him. She was just so excited at the sight of him. But Filly pressured me to act different."Do something for him! Do something for him!!" Filly kept whispering within me. Between her and my hormones, I didn't know who pressured most.Yet, her words were right. Love