Crowned In Vengeance のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Rya's POVDays turned into weeks, and weeks became a month. And still, there was no sign of him. There was not a word sent to the SilverFang pack, not a signal coming from Frost. Was he safe? I didn't know. I just couldn't reach him. I was worried sick about him. I strained my thoughts, and my mind, trying to reach him through the mate bond. Perhaps, if I felt what he felt, then I would be able to decipher what condition he was in. But the distance... it was a plague, a disease. My body broke with every strain. Even my wolf grew weak. Filly was hopeful at first, still patient, and was even the reason I kept on hope. I thought she could feel him. But she gave up hope, and so did I. It was the last day of the month, and Oscar had taken the step to invite the moon healer over. He must have explained everything to her. She had come to administer some form of healing to my wolf after all my struggles of reaching Frost. She was an aged woman, with every strand of her hair already turned

Rya's POVI had never felt grief as strong as this moment. I had become a shadow of myself in just a few days, my mind already darkened and clouded with too many thoughts and questioning flooding in at the same time. What was happening? Why was my paradise shattering on its own? How could I have left everything to chance and fate when life had given me the power to choose and get what I wanted? I was confused... exhausted! My father's death was a serious blow to my spirit. His body was never found. I had sent a search party, thrice in the last few weeks, who had searched through every nook and cranny. His body was never found, and nothing was heard of him. But it was worse when I realized that he could be dead because of the one person my heart throbbed for. How so? I remained indoors for weeks. Only for the last few days which I couldn't really count, I had opened the door for the maids to serve me breakfast. I must have stared into the mirror and realized that my stubbornness h

Lily's POV The lines were falling in pleasant places for me. Frost's presence in the Vampire kingdom was at first... a threat. I saw beyond those smiles he wore the very first day he came. I knew Rya watched me through him. I didn't know how, yet I was hell-bent on figuring out how.But in the end, I was able to carry the message to Garcia.In barely a week, I was able to kill two birds with one stone. Frost was beaten, ambushed, battered. For a moment, I feared if he might have survived it. And Rya? Her heart must have stopped when she heard what her fated mate was up to. I wasn't a stranger to how matters of the heart worked. I could only imagine, how the betrayal must have stung her to death. There was nothing sweeter than victory. I was over the moon with how things had turned out. When I sat to remind myself how good of a master planner I had become over the last few days, I could feel my dopamine level rising. It came as this sweetening tingle running through my spine, and

Rya's POVI led the troops from the front. I was fully clad in a dark armour—interlocking steel plates which had been molded perfectly to my form. On the breastplate of the armour guarding my chest was a little opening for the Moonstone. It glowed brightly as I drew out my sword from the scabbard. I stared down at the moonstone, and even on the battlefield, Oscar's words echoed in my head for the umpteenth time. I was getting braver as I stared at the glow, taking up courage as I listened to the echoing word again and again. My army moved behind me—the Duskborn blood, moving like a single entity behind me. I turned back and stared at them—disciplined and relentless. Each of them was embedded with the severity of what this war could turn out to be. I could see the blazing fire in their eyes, their guts evident in their clenched jaw and their balled fists. These men were ready for battle, and so was I. I stared to the sides. The Alphas from the eastern and the western wing were by

Rya's POVI could hear Oscar's voice from my subconscious. It was the loudest in the room, the fiercest. I struggled to open my eyes faintly, to the sight of bright light from the bulb, and the turning ceiling fan. I let out a slight groan as I tried to turn on the bed. My head was pounding, mostly my forehead. Oscar reached out to me immediately. "Rya? Rya? Stay with me," he pleaded. His voice went soft all of a sudden, and his eyes were wet, gleaming with so much worry and concern. "Oscar? It's you," I managed to say. I was somewhat excited—happy that I was still alive. I wasn't aware of how far the venom must have travelled through my blood streams, or the damage it must have caused. I was only happy to be alive, one more time. "It's me. Just, stay with me," Oscar's voice was breaking. "Can you feel my hands?" He asked me. I looked down to realize he was grabbing my hands with both his hands. And sadly, I couldn't feel it. I couldn't feel his touch, neither could I feel my