All Chapters of Crowned In Vengeance: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Rya's POVI leapt as I received the flowers Frost sent me, so much so that anyone around would easily think there was something else to it. Oh no, it meant a whole lot to me, especially because it came from himI took it as a sign that something good was beginning to spring up between us. Could it be that he trusted me now? Well, who knows, it may just be mere courtesy and nothing else.I kept staring at the note almost all night. How sweet could this man ever be?I had read the message in his voice. Every syllable, every intonation, every break in his tone only seemed to make the message sweeter, and more penetrating. He saw my efforts, and I saw his. I felt... blessed. The next morning, I had my bath, and also breakfast. I was about to break into the activities of the day, when Oscar met me on my path. "Hello, Rya," he greeted me. I was comfortable with him still calling me by my first name. It didn't matter on his part. "Good morning, Oscar," I said, not breaking in my tracks.

Rya's POVIt was a bright morning. The sun was up in the sky, its bright rays draping over the landscape in the most beautiful form. I woke up happy, enthusiastic, feeling so energized. Life was beautiful. I felt beautiful. There was this adrenaline rush through my body—a feeling that something big was occuring that day. And certainly, something huge was happening that day.It was going to be my first official meeting as queen and Luna of the Silver Fang pack. This was the very day I had set aside to reveal the moonstone to them, to exetertnmu authority as the one who bore the crown.I had the maids brush my hair, and dress me up properly for the meeting. I took a few minutes to myself, to stare into the mirror and elevate my self confidence for the meeting. When I felt ready, I headed over to the council room for the meeting.I had arrived, and just a few of them had settled on their chairs. My forehead squeezed as I pondered for a second why lateness would be the trademark of newly

Frost's POV The entire night was torturing. The hormones wouldn't keep rushing like a flood, and neither did the thoughts of Rya vanish completely from my head. I laid for most of the night, turning on my bed, eyes widened but praying for a deep slumber. By morning, the feeling had changed. I began feeling her—feeling her emotions at random hours, in random places. I was training in the field, and there was this certain exhaustion that weighed on my chest throughout. I couldn't just fathom it. That wasn't all. At the moments when she was far away from me, there would be this form of fear gripping me tight, making my heart double in its rhythm. The bond between us wasn't just a memory or a mere feeling. It felt alive, and it was waking slowly. On a certain day, the council held its meeting. I couldn't decipher for what reason was best known to Rya, she insisted that I must be present in the room. Thankfully, I had gotten over the trauma that came with that room. The flashes of the

Rya's POV"What just happened? What did I just do?" I lowered my head and asked myself. All I felt at that moment was shame—but in a good way. I only wondered for a second why what happened had to occur in the garden? Why didn't fate let it be in a bedroom? Gods knew that I would have ravaged every part of him and savoured every taste in his body. Even if he would be reluctant, I would have given myself to him willingly, and would go more rounds until exhaustion weakened his bones. His touch was... soft. The manner in which he pulled me? I could suspect I wasn't the only one looking forward to that moment. He was... wild, uncontrollable, and I loved him that way. The moment our lips locked, Fully leaped in utmost excitement within me. She squealed, almost as though she was taking over my body to have him to herself. "Mate! Mate!! Mate!!!" She kept yelling within. His kiss had ignited something inside me. Filly finally confirmed what I had long suspected. Frost—he was my fated mat

Rya's POV"Frost!" I trembled at the sound of his voice. At that spot, I could feel waves of every emotion hitting me hard. My knees were weakened, shaky, like I would fall any second from that moment. My heart raced against my chest, with a sharp stinging sensation around my forehead that almost blurred my vision. I whispered every prayer that could exist, all of which were pleas for strength to surpass that moment. I took in a deep breath, and turned around with a plastic smile on my face. "Hey, Frost," I drew the words nervously. I swallowed hard, while trying to lay my sweaty hands dry with the aid of my dress. He didn't flinch, didn't tweak for a second. He didn't wear a frown on his face, or have any muscle tensed as though he was angry. He was rather... smiling, even though it was a slight one. "Have you been avoiding me?" He asked in a calm tone. His hands were dipped in his pockets, and he was taking very steady steps to where I was standing. I couldn't move an inch. It