All Chapters of THE ALMEGA'S TWISTED OBSESSION : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Morvienne lay flat on her back, her chest heaving in slow, shaky breaths. The damp earth pressed against her spine, and the sound of the small stream trickling over smooth, grey stones was the only thing filling the silence of the woods. Her face was swollen and blotchy from an hour of sobbing, her eyes red and stinging. The revelation that Kael was innocent was still on her mind. The hatred and urge for revenge were still there, but now she wasn't sure why. She felt lost and confused as she stared up at the canopy of trees, watching the leaves sway overhead. But as the minutes passed, she felt a bit clear headed, although her emotions were not settled yet. The damage was already done and there was no going back to a peaceful life now that she had set the wheels of war in motion.She pushed herself up with that thought in mind, her muscles stiff, and crawled toward the edge of the stream. She plunged her face into the ice-cold water, splashing her cheeks and forehead repeatedly. Th

Morvienne snapped her head toward the voice, her pupils dilating as she recognized the deep, commanding tone. The distraction was instantaneous and fatal. Seeing their opening, two of the remaining rogues lunged from either side and drove two heavy iron-tipped spears straight into her torso. One pierced her right side, the other her left, the shafts shuddering as they punched through her flesh and emerged from her back.Morvienne's body jerked violently, and a wet, hacking cough tore from her throat, spraying a thick glob of blood across her chin and chest. Her breath hitched, her lungs struggling to expand against the metal, but through the haze of pain and blood, her eyes locked onto him. "Kael," she whispered in the silence of her mind. The shock of seeing him, combined with the agony of the impalement, triggered a violent eruption of power. A violent wave of force erupted from her body and the two men holding the spears were thrown backward with incredible force, their bodies h

"Mm... mm... no..."The soft, broken whimpers filled the room. Kael, who had been in a deep sleep, felt his muscles tense. He didn't wake up instantly, but as the sounds shifted from whimpers to silent, shaking cries, his eyes snapped open. He pulled back slightly, lifting his head to look down at Morvienne. Her face was twisted in pain, her brows furrowed, and her eyes were closed tight, though tears were already leaking from the corners as she trembled in his arms. "Morvienne?" he whispered, his voice thick with sleep and sudden alarm. "Morvienne!"He immediately pulled her back against him, wrapping his large arms around her in a crushing hug. He tucked her head under his chin and began rubbing her back in slow, soothing circles."It's okay... I'm here. You're safe, love. I've got you," he whispered, pressing a lingering, tender kiss to the top of her head. He held her so dearly, his grip firm but loving, trying to anchor her to the present.But the whimpers only grew louder, tu

They lay there in a comfortable silence, simply enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies. Morvienne found herself tracing his chest with her fingertips, mesmerized by him, wondering how she could have ever seen this man as an enemy. He didn't even behave like one. Three quick knocks at the door drew both their attention. "Breakfast is here!" Lina's voice called out. Morvienne gasped suddenly remembering that they were completely naked. She scrambled backward, nearly falling off the bed in her haste. "Oh my goddess!" she hissed, looking around frantically.Kael chuckled. He didn't seem nearly as panicked, and calmly reached for the sheet and yanked it up, covering himself properly from waist down, then leaned back against the headboard, looking entirely too relaxed. "You might want to cover up, my little assassin," he said with a smirk. Morvienne didn't need to be told twice. She leaped out of bed, her bare feet slapping against the cold floor, and rushed to her wardrobe, her h

Kael reached up and slowly untied the silk cloth. As the fabric fell away, she didn't blink. She didn't move. She just stared. She was standing on the outskirts of her childhood home. Her pack lands. The sight was devastating. The ground was a bruised, ash-grey color, stripped of every blade of grass, every shrub, every flower. Nothing grew here. The massacre had been so violent, the hatred so deep, that the earth itself had died in sympathy with the people who had been slaughtered upon it. Morvienne remembered the day she left. It was as if the memories of the killing all came rushing back. For years, she had told herself that she could never come back. Not until she had the power to destroy those who did this. She had vowed that the only time her feet would touch this soil again would be when she returned as a conqueror, bringing the heads of her enemies as an offering to the dead. She had wanted to come back only after the revenge was complete, to stand in the center of the rui