All Chapters of Beyond Redemption: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Kora’s POVMorning came slow and gray, the kind of morning that made everything feel heavier than it already was. The snow hadn’t stopped, and the silence outside was thick enough to drown in. I hadn’t slept all night.Edward was still asleep beside the fire, his arm thrown over a pillow like he’d fallen into exhaustion mid-watch. I sat near the window, watching the faint outline of dawn creep through the clouds. Every breath I took fogged the glass, and for some reason, it made me feel more alive than I wanted to be.Because I’d already decided what I had to do.There was no other way — I’d gone over every scenario in my head. If Aaron was rebuilding the veil from the other side, then the only way to stop him was to cut off the bridge between our worlds completely. That bridge was me.I pressed my palm to my chest, right over where the mark pulsed faintly beneath my skin. It wasn’t glowing like before, but I could feel it there — alive, breathing, waiting. The bond wasn’t evil. It wa

Kora’s POVThe fire was faint at first — a thread of warmth that pulsed like a heartbeat through the darkness. I followed it, not walking exactly, but moving through the space in a way that didn’t make sense. There was no ground here, no air, no gravity. Only the pull of something — someone — that felt achingly familiar.Edward.His name hummed in the back of my mind, a tether of gold stretching between us. The thread that had been dim for days was now burning brighter, tugging at me from beyond the veil. I could feel his pain through it — raw, desperate, full of love that refused to die.I reached toward it, my fingers dissolving into sparks. “I’m coming,” I whispered.But the dark resisted.The air — or whatever passed for air here — thickened, heavy and cold. The faint warmth flickered, dimming. A shape moved through the void ahead of me, tall and twisting like smoke.“You don’t belong here,” it hissed.I froze. “Who are you?”The shape solidified, becoming the shadow of a man — sh

Kora’s POVI didn’t sleep that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Aaron’s reflection staring back at me from the river—his voice sliding into my thoughts like oil on water, dark and slick. I tried to convince myself it wasn’t real, that it was some leftover trauma from the void, but deep down, I knew better.Something inside me had changed.The next morning, I found Edward already awake. He stood on the balcony, shirtless, the cold biting at his skin, but he didn’t seem to feel it. His shoulders were tense, his eyes fixed on the woods beyond the estate.“Couldn’t sleep either?” I asked quietly, wrapping my shawl tighter around me as I stepped out.He turned slightly, his expression softening when he saw me. “The patrols found strange tracks near the eastern border,” he said. “Almost like… shadows burned into the ground.”I froze. Shadows. Burned. The same black residue that had clung to Aaron’s form in the void.“You think it’s him?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.Edw

Kora’s POVFor hours after that night, I couldn’t look at Edward without feeling that deep, gut-twisting guilt. The way his light had dimmed after our training—it haunted me. His mark still glowed faintly, like a candle fighting the wind, but I could tell something wasn’t right.He kept pretending everything was fine, brushing off my questions with his usual calm voice. But I saw the truth every time he touched me. His hand would linger a second longer than usual, his thumb tracing my wrist as if making sure I was real. And every time he kissed my forehead before bed, I could feel it—the faint hesitation in him.He was scared.Not of me exactly, but of what was growing inside me.And honestly… I was too.I didn’t sleep that night. I sat near the window, watching the forest sway under the pale light of dawn. The shadows on the snow seemed to move differently now—more alive, like they recognized me. It should have scared me. But it didn’t.It felt… familiar.The next morning, Edward lef

Kora’s POVThe next few days passed in uneasy silence. Edward did his best to pretend things were normal — training sessions with the warriors, council updates, even dinners filled with meaningless small talk — but I could feel the weight pressing between us. The kind that didn’t need words to be felt.He hadn’t mentioned my late-night walk again, but I knew it lingered on his mind. His touches were softer, hesitant, like he was scared that one wrong move would make me shatter or slip further away. I didn’t know which one scared him more.And me? I was scared of both.The forest still called to me. Every night, I’d hear it whisper beneath the surface of my dreams — a low hum, a pulse that felt eerily like a heartbeat. Mine, but not mine.On the fourth morning, I woke up before dawn and went to the balcony. The world was still — fog clinging to the trees, the horizon painted in pale gray. For a moment, it felt like the world was holding its breath.Then, from somewhere deep in the wood