All Chapters of My Sweetest Revenge: Sleeping with the Alpha King: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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Chapter 62: Blood on the Winter Path

The transition from the lush borders of the Blackwood territory to the Southern Tundra was like stepping into a grave made of crystal. The sky turned a bruised, heavy grey, and the wind didn't just blow—it screamed like a dying banshee."Stay close to the center!" Killian’s voice boomed over the gale, his breath forming thick clouds of frost. He was no longer in his royal robes; he wore tactical furs and armor etched with silver runes that pulsed with heat.We were moving through the 'Iron Pass', a narrow canyon where the snow reached our waists. It was the perfect place for an execution.SNAP.The sound was as sharp as a gunshot. A massive, jagged pillar of ice slammed down from the canyon walls, narrowly missing the lead supply wagon."AMBUSH!" Mord roared, his blade already out and glowing with a faint, vengeful green light.From the swirling snow above, the Frost-Wolves descended. They weren't creatures of flesh and bone; they were monstrosities of ice and blue fire, their eyes gl

Chapter 63: The Wrath of the Abyss

The world seemed to slow down as the green portal yawned open beneath Lucian’s feet. My son didn't scream; his eyes just widened, his small hand still reaching out for me as the emerald gravity began to pull him into the screaming void of the Coven's realm."LUCIAN!" Killian’s roar was a physical shockwave, but he was pinned down by three high-level Frost-Wolves, their ice-claws sinking into his shoulders.In that moment, something inside me didn't just break—it detonated.The Mark of the Devourer on my chest, which had been a steady, calm pulse since the Sun Spire, suddenly turned into a black hole. My vision didn't turn purple; it turned into a void where light went to die.“Give. Him. Back.” > My voice didn't sound like a woman’s anymore. It sounded like the tectonic plates of the world grinding together.I didn't run toward the portal. I slammed my hands onto the frozen ground."VOID RAPTURE!"Massive, jagged pillars of pure shadow erupted from the earth, not to attack, but to sei

Chapter 64: The Parasite Within

The blizzard outside the abandoned temple screamed, but inside, the air was heavy with the smell of old incense and the iron scent of fresh blood.I sat on a moth-eaten rug, my back against a crumbling stone altar. Killian was kneeling before me, his massive, scarred hands surprisingly gentle as he tore a strip of clean linen to bandage the burn on my palm—the spot where I had reached into the witch’s portal."It's not healing, Elena," Killian whispered, his golden eyes dark with a mixture of fear and fury. "Your blood... it's still humming."I looked down. The wound wasn't red; it was a faint, sickly green, matching the glow of the seed that Lucian had found in the snow. I could feel it—not just in my hand, but in my marrow. It felt like a thousand tiny needles made of emerald ice, slowly knitting themselves into my nervous system."It's a Beacon," I rasped, leaning my head back against the cold stone. "They didn't want Lucian. They wanted to use the moment I opened the Void to plant

Chapter 65: Zero-Degree Counterstrike

The Unmelting Shadow moved like a glitch in reality. One moment it was by the temple entrance; the next, it was a blur of lethal blue frost inches from my throat.CLANG.Killian didn't shift into his wolf form. In this temple, magic was being suppressed by the ambient cold, but his raw, Alpha strength was a force of nature that no blizzard could quench. He intercepted the ice-blade with the broken silver chains still wrapped around his forearms."Get back!" Killian roared, his muscles bulging as he forced the assassin’s blade upward.The creature didn't grunt; it simply emitted a high-pitched, vibrating hum that cracked the stone pillars around us. The cold radiating from its body was so intense that Lucian’s breath was beginning to freeze into tiny crystals before it even left his mouth."Mommy, the green thing in you is dancing," Nyx whispered, her eyes fixed on my chest.I felt it too. The Beacon—the emerald parasite planted by the Coven—wasn't afraid of the Frost King’s assassin.

Chapter 66: Aurora Stealth

The thermal vents beneath the Frostbite Citadel felt like the throat of a dying dragon. They were narrow, humid, and smelled of sulfur and ancient ice. Above us, the heavy thrum of the fortress’s machinery vibrated through the stone, a constant reminder that we were walking directly into the belly of the beast."Stay low," Killian whispered, his golden eyes scanning the steam-filled tunnel. He had shed his heavy tactical furs, leaving him in a thin, black compression shirt that showed the silver runes pulsing on his skin.I followed close behind him, my hand resting on Lucian’s shoulder. The green Beacon in my chest was no longer screaming; it was vibrating, humming in a strange, melodic frequency that matched the rhythm of Killian’s heartbeat. It was a terrifying symphony—the Coven’s curse and the Alpha’s soul, finally finding a middle ground."Mommy, the air is full of colors," Lucian whispered, his eyes wide.High above, through the iron grates of the vents, the Aurora Borealis was

Chapter 67: The Trap of the Frozen Throne

The iron hatch groaned as Killian forced it open, revealing the inner sanctum of the Frostbite Citadel. Unlike the steaming vents below, this hall was a cathedral of absolute zero. The walls were made of compressed glacial ice, so clear that you could see the frozen corpses of Ragnar’s enemies trapped within the layers like prehistoric insects.At the far end of the hall, sitting on a throne carved from a single, gargantuan sapphire, was Ragnar the Eternal. He didn't look like the other Frost-Wolves. He was thin, almost skeletal, and his skin was covered in frost-runes that pulsed with a rhythmic, azure light.Resting on a pedestal of bone beside him was the Frozen Heart. It was a jagged, fist-sized crystal that didn't just radiate cold; it seemed to suck the very concept of warmth out of the universe."You're late, Blackwood," Ragnar said, his voice a dry rasp that sounded like ice scraping against a coffin lid.Killian stepped forward, his boots cracking the frozen floor. He didn't

Chapter 68: The Cry of the Frozen Dragon

The ground beneath the Citadel didn't just shake; it shattered. From the crystalline abyss rose a creature of ancient nightmare—a dragon forged of unmelting ice and sapphire fire. Its wings, translucent as diamonds, beat against the frigid air, sending shards of frost flying like lethal daggers."Get back!" Killian roared, his Alpha aura flaring in a blinding halo of gold. He didn't shift fully, but his claws extended, glowing with the heat of a dying star as he intercepted a blast of glacial breath.I didn't hesitate. I felt the Beacon in my chest screaming, but for the first time, I didn't suppress it. I let the Void consume my fear."Lucian, the sky! Nyx, the shadows!" I commanded.Lucian took flight, a small golden comet weaving through the dragon’s jagged wings. He unleashed bursts of solar light that blinded the beast, while Nyx moved like a phantom through the dragon’s own shadow, striking at the joints of its crystalline armor.But as I looked into the dragon’s eyes, I saw som

Chapter 69: The Altar of Sacrifice

The collapse of the ice dragon didn't bring silence; it brought a haunting, melodic vibration that seemed to emanate from the very foundations of the world. As the dust of the sapphire scales settled, a hidden passage behind the throne groaned open, exhaling a mist that smelled of ancient salt and forgotten prayers.We followed the spectral trail of my mother’s fading light into the Forbidden Sanctum. At its center stood an altar crafted from living, translucent ice, shaped like the calcified ribs of a titan. Pulsating within those ribs was a rhythmic, emerald glow so intense it made the Beacon in my chest throb in a sickening, hypnotic harmony.But it wasn't a gemstone resting on that altar. It was a single, suspended drop of crimson blood, encased in a sphere of absolute zero. It didn't just sit there; it beat. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. A heartbeat across time."The Heart... it's not an artifact," I whispered, my hand trembling as I reached out. The green thorns beneath my skin flar

Chapter 70: Threshold of the Ever-Dark

The journey away from the Frostbite Citadel wasn't marked by a line in the snow, but by the death of the sky.As we traveled further North, following the spectral compass of my mother’s final blessing, the jagged blue Aurora Borealis faded. In its place came a twilight so thick and heavy it felt like breathing velvet. This was the Ever-Dark, the forbidden territory where the maps of the Lycan Council simply bled into black ink.I sat in the back of the transport wagon, wrapped in thick furs. The excruciating pain in my chest was gone. The Coven’s parasitic Beacon, once a toxic green thorn, had been purified by the Eclipse Resonance. Now, it rested silently beneath my skin like a dormant, emerald tattoo, intertwined perfectly with the violet Mark of the Void. I was no longer fighting myself. I was whole."You're shivering," Killian’s deep voice broke my reverie.He climbed into the back of the wagon, his massive frame taking up most of the space. He didn't ask if I was okay; he simply

Chapter 71: The Ancient Gatekeeper

The crimson eyes in the canyon didn't just blink; they seemed to ignite, casting a blood-red hue over the ash-grey snow of the Ever-Dark.A low growl reverberated through the ground, vibrating up my legs and shaking the marrow in my bones. From the depths of the abyss emerged a behemoth. It wasn't a wolf, nor a dragon. It was a Cerberus of the Void—a three-headed hound made entirely of compressed ash and obsidian bone, standing as tall as a watchtower."Stand behind me!" Killian roared.He didn't have his Alpha fire, but he was still a King. He unsheathed his broadsword, his muscles coiling like steel springs. Mord flanked him, his rusted blade trembling in his hands.The middle head of the beast snapped its jaws, unleashing a shockwave of kinetic force that threw Killian and Mord backward. They crashed into the heavy transport wagon, splintering the thick wood."Killian!" I screamed, instinctively trying to summon my Void wings. But the Ever-Dark was greedy; it drank my shadows the m

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