All Chapters of Lilith And Her Three Devil Wolves : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Malakai's POV The spiral stairs descended into darkness that seemed to swallow the torchlight whole. Each step echoed against obsidian walls carved with faces I didn't recognize—ancient kings and queens with hollow eyes that tracked my movement. I kept my hand on my hunting knife, the familiar weight grounding me as we plunged deeper into the Void Citadel."Malakai," Lilith whispered, her fingers brushing my arm. "I can feel them watching us."I squeezed her hand once, not breaking my stride. "Let them watch."The subterranean chamber opened up like a black cathedral, hundreds of high-born void elders perched on obsidian balconies that curved upward into darkness. Their eyes glowed silver and white, fixed on me with hunger I recognized all too well. They weren't looking at a prince. They were looking at a breeding stud.Vane moved closer on my left, his golden eyes scanning the balconies. "This feels like a trap.""Everything's a trap," Ronan muttered from my right, his hand already

Vane's POV She was off the throne now, stumbling toward me on legs that were barely holding her up, her eyes still black but flashing with silver again, fighting the crown's influence with everything she had. She dropped to her knees in front of me, her hands cupping my face, and I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks, could feel them on my skin like acid."I'm not going to die," I managed to say, though my voice was wrecked, every word a struggle. "I just need... I need help. The power is too much. I need a buffer.""A buffer?" Ronan was beside me now too, his face pale, his hands pressing against my chest like he could physically slow my heart down. "What kind of buffer? What do you need?"I couldn't answer. The words wouldn't form. The power was too much, too overwhelming, eating me alive from the inside out. My heart was going to explode. I could feel it. Three more beats, maybe four, and it would rupture, and I would die, and then Lilith would die too because the crown

Lilith's POV The silver chains burned against my palms as I climbed, the cold metal cutting deep into my flesh with every pull. Vane was to my left, Ronan to my right, both of them scaling the massive links like we'd done this a thousand times before. The golden sky-galleon hovered above us, its six-winged beasts snarling as they dragged us higher and higher into the clouds. My muscles screamed. My lungs burned. But none of that mattered because Lilith was up there, and Gabriel had his blade against her throat.We shifted back to human form the second our feet hit the golden deck, our bodies covered in blood and ash from the battle below. I didn't bother wiping it off. I didn't care about anything except the sight of my mate trembling against the Celestial bastard's chest, a sacred white-hot blade pressed directly against her paralyzed throat. The golden spine-rune was glowing through her shirt, keeping her completely frozen.Gabriel's smile was the most infuriating thing I'd ever se

Lilith's POV The Lord of the Dead didn't waste time with speeches. He just raised one skeletal hand and sent a wave of freezing, rotting spectral chains screaming toward our galleon, and they were aimed straight at the three-year-old sitting on my shoulders like this was just another Tuesday for him.But my kid didn't even flinch.He launched himself off my shoulders with the kind of speed that shouldn't be possible for someone who still needed help reaching the top shelf, drawing that tiny dagger I'd forged for him last winter and slicing through the spectral chains like they were made of paper. They dissolved into black mist before they could even touch the deck, and he landed in the snow with his little boots planted wide, chest puffed out, looking back at me like he wanted a gold star.Vane let out a loud, barking laugh, spinning his broadsword like he was warming up for a baseball game. "Look at his footwork! I taught him that in the womb, I swear to god."I couldn't wipe the si

Lilith's POV The rag strapped to my chest was soaked through with blood, the dark stain spreading like a confession I couldn't take back. I stood outside the Captain's quarters because that's what degraded Alphas did on this ship. We bled. We waited. We pretended we weren't dying inside.Through the wooden door, I heard furniture crashing. The First Alpha was throwing his little tantrum for my benefit, using his cosmic telepathy to project every sound directly into my skull. The scrape of a chair. The shatter of glass. The creak of the bed where my Queen was lying.She tastes exactly like you remember, mutt. And she doesn't even know your name.His voice slithered through my brain like poison. I dug my fingernails into my palms until dark blood dripped onto the floorboards. My jaw locked so tight I felt my back teeth crack.Keep talking, dead man. Enjoy my leftovers while you can.The laughing stopped. Good. I wanted him angry. Angry Alphas made mistakes.The door clicked open twenty