All Chapters of The Price Of Fate: Chapter 271 - Chapter 280

Nyra’s POVA ripple passed through everyone, small sharp breaths, shocked glances, bodies shifting, attention cutting from me to Ethan, from Ethan to Ronan, from Ronan back to the kneeling dragon-man. Tobias Viremont. My father. King Tobias Viremont. Spoken not in the privacy of a bedroom while I read my mother’s pain from old pages. Not in whispers between Ronan and me. Not as a possibility I could still pretend had room for doubt. Spoken publicly. By an Outlands dragon. In front of the people who had called me fatherless like it was proof I had no value.My throat tightened. I could not look at Ethan, but I felt his stare on me. Heavy. Shocked. Maybe pained. Maybe guilty. I did not have room in me to carry his feelings too, so I didn’t try. Keiran made a small sound somewhere nearby. Not a word. Just breath pushed out too roughly. I did not look at him either. I couldn’t. If I looked at everyone now, I would remember how exposed I was. I would remember that my life had been torn ope

Nyra’s POVI looked at the burned field, the wounded warriors, the frightened civilians still huddled in the distance, the Alphas holding themselves like every new word was a fresh blade against their throats.“People died here,” I said. “If there is more danger coming, they deserve to know enough to survive it.”His mouth tightened.“Yes,” he said. “They do.”But still, he did not explain. He was loyal to Tobias. Seraphina had confirmed that. But he had his own limits. His own orders perhaps. Or he knew that some truths, spoken too early in front of too many frightened leaders, could do more damage than silence. I hated that I understood. I hated all of this. Spiro rose from his knee then, slowly, carefully, as if he knew every warrior would panic if he moved too fast. He did not come closer. He remained at a respectful distance from me, but standing made him look dangerous again. The black scales up to his neck caught the light from the small fires still burning behind him.“You hav

Nyra’s POVKeiran stood near the healers as Astrid was lifted carefully onto a stretcher. His hands were bloody. His face was pale in that controlled way men had when they were close to losing the discipline they were clinging to. Astrid’s eyes were closed now, but her breathing was visible. Shallow. Painful. Still there. Keiran looked like he wanted to follow her at once. Ethan noticed too.“Clinic after,” Ethan said.Keiran’s jaw tightened.“She could die.”“She won’t if the healers do their work,” Ethan replied, not unkindly but firmly. “And if what she said is true, more people will die if we do not decide what happens next.”Keiran looked ready to snap. Then his eyes moved to the smoke beyond the field, to the blackened line of trees, to Spiro standing like a dark mark against the ruin. Whatever he wanted to say died in his throat. He gave one short nod.Ronan noticed. I felt it through him, though he said nothing. That thread between Keiran and Astrid, whatever it was, had becom

Nyra’s POVThe Alphas kept arguing over Calista, though less confidently now. Roderick still did not want to believe it fully. Maybe he could not. Maybe admitting a Prima had done this meant admitting they had all been blind in the worst possible way. Josiah said Calista should be detained immediately if found. Michael said every Prima contact should be watched until cleared. Barrow warned against turning on the entire Prima society without proof because panic could split alliances they needed. Jorren said alliances meant nothing if one of those allies opened doors for monsters. My head hurt. Not from injury. From how quickly survival turned into politics. One moment people were bleeding on the field. The next, leaders were weighing alliances, reputations, old societies, public panic, future wars, and how to accuse someone powerful without making the whole structure collapse.And through it all, I kept thinking of my mother. Elaine. Where was she? Had she known it would get this bad?

Nyra’s POVThe house was too quiet when we entered. That was the first thing I noticed. Not the smell of smoke still clinging to my hair. Not the dried blood on my skin. Not the ache in my body from shifting, fighting, falling through revelations I did not ask for. The quiet. It was too deep. Too clean. Too untouched. Outside, the world had been screaming. Warriors had been carried from the field with limbs hanging wrong. Mothers had called names that did not answer. Children had come out of bunkers with wide eyes and shaking hands. Dragon fire had eaten the earth. Aetherfangs had burned. Spiro had knelt in front of me and called me Princess. The barrier had fallen. Someone from our side had helped open the way for King Lucian Viremont’s forces. A Prima wolf. Another person too. A traitor still hiding somewhere inside the same world that had already done enough damage to me.And here, the house stood silent. The furniture was still in place. The lamps still waited. The walls still hel