All Chapters of Lucifer's revenge: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Alexander povI know something is off, something is wrong somewhere. I looked at Aria, who was playing in my study, and tried to use my power to check if she was pretending or not. But I couldn't figure it out.She seemed genuine, lost in her game, but my instincts screamed warning. I concentrated harder, attempting to pierce the veil of uncertainty.Aria's thoughts remained elusive, shielded from my probing. Frustration mounted. Why couldn't I read her?"Aria," I called out, my voice gentle.She turned, eyes sparkling with innocence. "Yes, Alexander?""Come here," I requested, gaze locked onto hers.Aria skipped over, smile unwavering. "What's troubling you, Alexander?"I studied her, searching for deceit. "I sense... treachery. Among us."Aria's eyes widened. "Treachery? Here? Impossible!"I sighed, uncertainty gnawing. "I know it sounds absurd, but I trust my instincts."Aria's expression softened. "Perhaps it's stress, Alexander. You've been shouldering the kingdom's weight."I no

Amara's povI sobbed uncontrollably, my heart shattered into a million pieces. Alexander's conflicted eyes haunted me - the war raging within his soul was palpable. I knew he was torn between his love for me and his fear of himself.As tears streamed down my face, memories of our first meeting flooded my mind. How he saved me from being killed. I had been drawn to Alexander's darkness, sensing the depth of his pain. I wanted to help him, to heal him. But now, I realized that my love might not be enough. The curse's grip on Alexander tightened with each passing day. And with Aria by his sides, things can't go the way I want.Fear gripped me, envisioning Alexander losing control, his eyes turning cold and cruel. The thought sent shivers down my spine. Yet, I couldn't give up. I recalled Alexander's warm smile, his sparkling eyes, and gentle touch. Those memories fortified my resolve.I hardened my determination. I wouldn't let the curse win. I would find a way to break it, to save Alexa

Amara's povI took a deep breath, determination coursing through my veins. It was time to execute my plan and find my way back to the palace. I needed to know what was happening there and I really need to see father.I don't think I belong here. As I walked out of my room, I encountered Garett he was coming towards my room . He bowed his head, and I offered a faint smile, surprised by his somber expression."What's wrong, Garrett?" I asked, sensing something was amiss.Tears welled up in his eyes. "My lady..." His voice cracked."Is something wrong?" I pressed, concern etched on my face. I had never seen Gerratt like this."The king is dead," he whispered.I felt like I'd been punched in the gut. "What do you mean? Is this a joke?" I asked, my voice shaking.Garrett's expression confirmed the terrible truth. "It's true, my lady. I heard it from one of the palace guards. He didn't survive the poison."My legs trembled, and I collapsed to my knees, overcome with grief. Tears streamed do

Amara povI moved stealthily, avoiding detection by the guards as I fled the clan. My heart pounded in my chest, but I pressed on, driven by determination.Once I reached the safety of the bush, I quickened my pace, despite the uncertainty of my destination. I pushed aside the searing pain coursing through my body, focusing on freedom.But my escape was short-lived.A sudden, excruciating pain shot through my leg. I stumbled, falling to my knees.Breath catching in my throat, I examined the damage. A cruel trap, set for unsuspecting animals, had clenched around my ankle.Panic set in as I struggled to free myself, but the metal jaws held tight."No, no, no," I whispered, I tugged at the trap, desperation coursing through my veins, but it wouldn't budge. Panic turned to despair as the metal dug deeper into my ankle, each twist of my leg a fresh agony."No, please," I whispered, tears streaming down my face, mingling with the dirt and grime. My body trembled, and my vision began to blur

Amara pov I slowly came to, my mind foggy and disoriented. Faint voices echoed in the distance, but they were indistinct, like whispers in the wind.Where am I? Am I dead?I struggled to open my eyes, my lids heavy as lead. At first, everything was a blur – shapes and colors merged into a hazy canvas.But as I blinked, my vision began to clear. The outlines of a room took form, and I saw some maids seating at the edge of the bed "Where am I?" I finally managed to speak, struggling to sit up, but my body felt heavy, weakened by days of unconsciousness.The maids rushed to assist me, gently propping me up with pillows."Welcome back, milady," one of them said with a warm smile, revealing a gap between her teeth. "You've been asleep for quite some time.""What do you mean?" I asked, confusion etched on my face.When did I turned to their lady? All I remember was passing out in the bush nothing much."You've been unconscious for four days now," she replied, her eyes sparkling with kindn