All Chapters of Lilith And Her Three Devil Wolves : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Vane’s POV My lungs burned as I sprinted through the marble hallways, my boots slapping against the cold stone floors in frantic, uneven beats. The estate stretched out around me like some kind of twisted maze, all dark corridors and expensive tapestries that blurred past as I pushed myself harder.I could feel her behind me. Not see her. Feel her.That primal, electric presence that crawled up my spine and wrapped around my throat like invisible fingers. Lilith was hunting me through the dark, and every cell in my body screamed with pure, undiluted thrill."She's right above you, Vane!" Ronan's voice echoed from somewhere in the shadowed gallery above, carrying that breathless, half-laughing edge that told me he was enjoying this way too much.I skidded to a halt, my head snapping upward just in time to catch a flash of silver hair cascading through the darkness."Fuck—"Lilith dropped from the ceiling like a goddamn predator, her body slamming into mine with enough force to knock t

Lilith's POV The silver dagger caught the moonlight as Malakai raised it above his chest, his jaw locked tight with the kind of resolve that made my stomach drop straight through the frozen porch beneath my feet. I didn't scream. I didn't beg. I just shouldered my sniper rifle, exhaled slow and steady, and pulled the trigger.The bullet punched straight through the silver blade, shattering it into a thousand glittering pieces that scattered across the stone like cheap costume jewelry. Malakai staggered backward, his empty hand bleeding from a dozen tiny cuts, staring at me like I'd just lost my goddamn mind."Are you out of your fucking mind, Ronan?!" He shook his hand, blood dripping onto the snow. "She's suffocating! The curse is killing her!""Read the fine print, Kai." I kept my eye pressed to the scope, crosshairs settling dead center on Kaelen's chest. The Warlord stood there, smug and grinning like he'd already won, like watching my brother almost gut himself was some kind of

Lilith's POV The war carriage rumbled through the frozen wasteland, its massive wheels crushing the ice beneath us. Three hundred feral rogues marched outside in perfect formation, their boots hitting the snow in a rhythm that sounded like war drums. They dragged the covered wagon carrying Lilith's mother right in the center of the horde, protected by a wall of muscle and teeth and pure hatred.Lilith lay with her head in my lap, her crimson eyes fixed on the ceiling of the carriage like she was counting the seconds until she could spill blood. She hadn't cried. Not once. Not when we pulled her mother out of that dungeon. Not when we saw the bruises painted across her ribs. Not when she realized her own father had done that to his mate.Her fingers traced the hilt of my dagger, back and forth, back and forth, like she was memorizing the feel of the leather wrap."He broke three of her ribs," she whispered, her voice completely hollow. "My father broke his own mate's ribs."I kept b

Lilith's POV The snow crunched beneath my boots as I watched my perfect twin sister land gracefully in the courtyard, her silver hair somehow still pristine despite jumping from a three-story balcony. She walked toward the Triad like she was strolling through a garden party, not a warzone, her royal pheromones flooding the air so thick I could practically taste her arrogance."Look at her," my sister cooed, her silver eyes scanning me with that pitying disgust I'd grown up memorizing. "She's dirty, broken, and leaking dark magic. I am the true Queen. Kneel to me, and I'll let you keep your heads."I waited for the panic. For the familiar cold dread that always followed her appearances. But something had shifted inside me, something ancient and hungry that didn't give a single fuck about my sister's bloodline.Malakai's laugh cut through the silence like a blade, dark and terrifying, echoing off the citadel walls. He didn't even blink at her royal scent. Didn't flinch. Didn't bow."Y

Malakai's POV My heart exploded in my chest as the Soul-Tether locked into place, and I felt my eyes burn with black ink spilling down my cheeks like I was crying tar. The sky above the Citadel cracked open like an eggshell, and instead of snow, black ash rained down on us, coating everything in this thick, suffocating darkness that smelled like death and rot and something ancient that shouldn't have been disturbed. The underworld was violently rejecting Lilith's soul, spitting her back into her mortal form because our combined threat had been too toxic for whatever grim reaper had tried to claim her.I collapsed to my knees in the ruined snow, my hands shaking as I watched her body twitch on the ground.The Titan pups were howling somewhere behind me, their cries piercing through the chaos, and Vane was already ripping off his jacket to throw over them, trying to keep them warm in this frozen nightmare. But none of that mattered. Nothing mattered except the girl on the ground who