All Chapters of Born to shine: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

🌘 Fenrir POV An hour. That was how long it took Corvus to show me around the palace. He led me through the throne room, the council chamber, the dining hall, the library, and several other places, talking loudly enough for anyone passing by to hear every word. Meanwhile, I took everything in. The number of guards. Their positions and posture. The protocols for visitors. The careful way people spoke to one another. The tension hanging over the palace. But my attention kept returning to Corvus. His voice was shaky. His breathing was shallow and uneven. His heart was beating too slowly. Worry I would never admit aloud spread through my chest. “You look like you are about to pass out,” I interrupted him. “Let’s see the training grounds, and then you can go rest.” His gaze snapped toward me. Then, instinctively, he lowered it. Something bitter twisted inside me. In the state he was in, even if Alaric had been here, he would never have taken the gesture as a challenge.

🕷️ Vaerion POV I waited. And then I waited some more. Hundreds of years. And now... The time had come. She had bought herself a month by spreading those rumors about being the lost heir to both old bloodlines. She had forced me to call back the troops closing in on her. Not because I feared her claim. Because too many others had started to believe it. It was clever. I would give her that. Truth had very little to do with power. People only needed to believe. And they had started believing far too quickly. Old families were asking questions. Ancient records were being opened. Histories compared. Dates. Portraits. Even their wolves were listening. That was the real problem. Not her. What she represented. Kill an unknown rogue girl in the forest and no one cared. Kill the possible heir of two ancient bloodlines after publicly moving troops against her, and suddenly people started looking for motives. So I had stepped back. Temporarily. She thought I would obedie

🍃 Arria POV That was the day. My brother’s day. His birthday.

🌘 Fenrir POVIn one violent motion, Alaric surged forward and took his place beside me at the forefront of my mind.The weight of the curse settled over me with brutal force.The pressure.The hunger.The rage.Crushed from the inside.That was how I felt.Alaric, however, released something dangerously close to a sigh beside me.‘I had to,’ he stated. ‘Sharing the burden bought us some time. Now let us make this easier for you to decide.’Images flashed through my mind.Memories.His.The day the king marked his mate right in front of him.The excruciating pain that had torn through Alaric because the fated bond between him and the queen had never been severed before then.Then the night he woke in complete darkness.Rage burning through every sense.The scream.The run.The moment he saw her on the ground.Bloody.Broken.Dead.This time, it was my own pain that hit me.The thought of losing Arria was not painful.It was unthinkable.‘I marked Arria,’ Alaric said firmly. ‘She is mi

🌘 Fenrir POVThree hours.That was all we had given ourselves..The same distance that had taken us almost ten hours on the way to the palace.Impossible under normal circumstances.Good thing nothing about Alaric was normal.He let the curse push.Not take over.Not yet.Just enough.Rage flooded his muscles, burning through every restraint he had spent centuries building. His paws tore into the ground hard enough to leave scars behind us, each stride swallowing impossible distances.Arria clung to Alaric's large back.The forest disappeared into a blur.Trees.Stone.Water.Nothing remained in sight long enough to become real.Only the path ahead.Newmoon.Home.Faster.We pushed again.Alaric's body answered with a violent surge of power.We cleared a ravine without slowing.Landed.Ran.The impact should have shattered bones.It did nothing.The curse wanted more.So did I.Then Arria slipped.Barely.One hand lost its grip in our fur before catching again.Alaric slowed instant