Chapter 85 Rose held Grim as close as she could. Now that she had him, she would fight to make sure she didn't have to let him go. She didn't care that she had to be Queen or the duties that came with being the Queen. All that mattered to her was that she had the chance to spend the rest of her life with him. As soon as she felt his body move, she remained still. His eyes swarmed around her face as if in inspection. When those eyelids didn’t twitch, he pecked her on the lips. “Good morning,” he whispered. Rose smiled. This is how she wanted to wake up every morning—tired from the night's explosion of lovemaking and then the love of her life beside her to bring her comfort. It was the best feeling. “Morning, Lord Grim.” He sighed. “I have told you a billion times. I don't like that name. You're going to have to come up with something more…” Grim trailed off, trying to come up with a word that could replace "sweet." He wasn't supposed to be this soft. Rose was responsib
Chapter 86The sight of werewolves in the pack was surprising to everyone. All on the streets looked on with shock as their most detested foes rode in with ease. Reed looked around them with disdain. One day, they were all going to bow to him, surely. It was just a matter of time. They didn't bother him. His eyes were trained to look around for one person only—the reason he had taken this risky trip out here. Her name was Rose. He was hoping that he would stumble upon her. The men had seen her earlier when she had been with Lord Grim. He was hoping she would show up to this meeting as well. He didn't care when he and his entourage were taken down to the town hall. He had expected to be held in the palace, but he wasn’t expecting a curt treatment from the vampires—people who were notorious for their lack of manners. “Why the hell are we being made to wait?!” he blurted out when his hosts were taking too long. “You're not supposed to be in here. If you so much as disturb the
Chapter 87 “It’s okay. None of this is your fault. The man is just ambitious, too ambitious for my liking. How dare he think he can walk into my coven and announce he is going to wage war against me just because I refused to deal with him?” Grim said in a breath. He was trying to calm her down but had failed woefully. He had barely regained calm after Ressa’s visit. “It’s my fault, Grim. You already have so much to deal with, and now I ended up burdening you with my past. I am being an inconvenience.” You couldn't blame her. For some people, whatever they touched turned to gold. For her, whatever she touched, she managed to bring chaos with her. “Maybe it’s better if I leave. Who knows? I might be the reason all these crazy things are happening to you. If I leave, I’m sure they will come along with me.” Grim refused to listen to her offer. If there was one good thing that kept him hopeful through everything that was going on, it was the woman in front of him who was beginn
Chapter 88Grim pushed what had happened to the back of his mind. He was on his way to see Rose, but he refused to bring up what had happened. "Are you okay?" Rose asked as soon as he walked in. "Not really. I had just gotten back from alerting the leaders about the threats that Reed had made. Everyone is in a state of fear." "I thought as much. I can barely figure out—have they begun planning? You know we only have until the next full moon." Grim sighed. "That's the problem. There is a missing piece, and that is Dale." Never before had so much responsibility been placed on his shoulders. It wasn’t the first time he had leaders walk into the coven and try to threaten him. It was also not the first time he had led the Coven to actual war—and won. But all those occasions had been in the past. He wouldn't have had any sleepless nights if he still had his powers. He would have been in his jacuzzi, having the time of his life with Rose. Right now, he felt backed into a corner
Chapter 89 Reed walked out of the room, wiping his hands with a scarf. It was a hard task getting the blood off his hands, but he still managed to pass the task. He tossed the scarf into a bin and walked into the living room with spread hands. Kael, who was seated on one of the couches, stood up as he approached. “Welcome, sir. I could have easily handled that. You shouldn't have to fight through the stress of strangling out information from the captive.” He had heard the screams and begged for mercy. That was a cry for help from a man who was slowly being pushed to the edge, where he was about to be pushed off. “I needed to do this alone.” He plopped down on a cushion. “Why is it you came here?” “Sir, how do you plan to go about this?” Kael asked. Reed relaxed into his chair, sipping on a glass of root beer to calm his nerves. He would have been pacing about as usual if he didn’t have everything figured out. “Oh, relax, Kael. We are victors already. Get the maid to br
Chapter 90 Grim was counting his steps as he approached the long-abandoned manor. This had to be the place his guard was talking about. It looked like it. Grim had to ply the long, winding road alone. It was the only path that led to the manor. He didn't give time to overthinking or jumping in anxiety. No one in their right mind would plow this route unless they had a death wish. No wonder no one had it in mind to go after him. If they were successful in finding where he was held up, no one would dare take this eventful trip into the woods that looked haunted. You would have to worry about getting harassed by spirits before you could even be bothered about getting lost in the grove that looked intertwined. The shrill ballad of owls and cracking insects welcomed him. They made the air even more solemn than it already was. It sounded like an invitation as well as an anthem—a warning. But of course, Grim disregarded this warning. He had to, or else he would have turned back
Chapter 91 That was a firm rejection. Anyone else would have asked for their sword and walked out, but not Grim. “I know I have not been the best brother to you. I have been full of myself and selfish. But that has changed.” “I refuse to believe that,” Dale returned. “It’s the truth. You know you have torn our coven apart. If those werewolves walk in here, they are going to find out that the people are strewn apart from each other. We are going to be vulnerable. Do you want the werewolves to colonize Norstville?” Dale shrugged. “That is not my problem.” Deep down, the thought of the werewolves being daring enough to walk into Norstville and threaten the coven made his blood boil. “It should be. We can work something out. We can hold off fighting for the throne first and walk together to make sure that there is a coven left that is worth fighting for.” “Interesting,” Dale said, stroking his beard. “You want my help?” “I need it, Dale. Come on. Have you forgotten about
Chapter 92 Grim tucked his weapon into his belt, making sure he was safe. If he was going to worry, it was about Dake shooting spells at him, not being stabbed with a knife that had been handed over. "Don't do this, Dake. It's not too late to turn a new leaf. You could still win over their hearts. It's only a matter of time," he insisted. "It will even help when you fight alongside them to keep Norstville safe. It will make everyone know that you are no longer selfish and will fight for them if need be." "Enough of the pretense. I know the only reason you want to try and win me over is so I can bend and help you win your war." "I want to see you get better. I want to see you do right. Please, Dake, let me take you back home. I can talk to everyone to reduce your sentence. No one is going to hurt you as long as—" "Save the fake helping hand. If you're looking to help anyone, go and save the people who look up to you from Rees. Now leave before I lose my mind!" Grim backed aw
Chapter 112The Twist After the gruesome demise of Jaxon in the hands of Reed, the Solemn Roar Pack had finally accepted the bitter truth that there was no one else who could stand up to their new Tyrant. It had seemed that as Jaxon died, the last spark of resilience and bravery left with him. A cold void that would later be filled by the most unlikeliest of persons.~Sequel to Chapter 58Jaxon's blurry vision was followed by a weary mind. An expression of the weight he carried with him to the afterlife, or so he thought. Unfortunately, his journey to peace was far from over, and just above what seemed like a cliff shone a bright light on the horizon."Jaxon." A voice so subtle yet familiar called out to him from behind, chills struck down his spine as he suspected that it would indeed be the voice of his judge. The wolves believed that the herald of the Luna goddess was the one tasked to give the verdict of one's destination."Alpha Vale. How is... this possible?" His tone trembled
Chapter 111 Grim had already seen the scheme play out. Even before she could move the sword, he had already felt his head roll off his shoulder and his throat wastes hastily to the floor. It was not new news that he hated him and would not make it less so if this opportunity had just been bestowed on her. She drew the knife on one fast love arm, and he gasped. “You’re lucky my daughter seems to find something in you.” He kept checking his name. And when he had concluded that it was still whole, he breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you for sparing my life,” he said, leaning against the pile once again. “I shouldn’t have. Now I’m regretting why I didn’t, now that it’s too late. With the way you ruined my life, who wouldn’t if the same thing was done to them?” “I regret it as well. I regret leaving you like that because now I know how it feels to have someone so close betray you like that. I had the self-reflection I needed, and I’m here to say I’m sorry.” It felt great h
Chapter 110Vanessa’s breath came in sharp, ragged bursts as she stepped onto the battlefield. The air reeked of scorched earth and blood and was filled with something fouler, something *alive*. Magic. Wild and hungry. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a drumbeat of fury and fear. She’d felt it was the moment Rose lost control. That shockwave of power, tearing through the night like a scream. It had iced her veins, screaming one truth: *Too late, too late, too late—* And now, as the chaos unfolded before her, her worst nightmare took shape. Rose hung limp over Reed’s shoulder, her hair a tangled curtain, her body too still. Vanessa’s chest caved in. *No. Not her. Not my girl.* Rage erupted inside her, white-hot and vicious. It begged for violence, for teeth and blood and fire. But she choked it down. This wasn’t the time for fury. This was the time for precision. One misstep, one reckless move, and her daughter was gone. Her eyes locked onto Reed. He stood there, smug, *v
Chapter 109 A touch from Rose was all it took to put Grim in a good mood. Suddenly, the pain didn’t matter. All his senses were heightened, and a couple more strands of strength were added. This was a reminder of what he had been fighting for. She was worth it. She was worth every bruise, every scar, every drop he had spilled in the war. He would do it all over again for her and only her. “Is this because I talked about your father?” “Don't do this, Reed! She said no!” Grim said, leaning forward. He was trying to avoid the dark side of her coming to the fore. “Stay out of this, Grim. She is just being stubborn and needs to be reminded of what happens to people who think they can mess with me and get off free.” He slowed his tone, focusing his gaze on Rose alone. “I absorbed their necks right in front of their daughter. I ripped their hearts out.” Rose was fighting hard, but the image of her father’s face, begging in his last moments, wouldn't stop popping up in her min
Chapter 108Rose sat on the porch stairs, gazing into the distance. She could see it. The flames rising into the sky, the screams for help. Yes, the scent of blood had gotten to her as well. She could thank her hidden vampire sense of smell for that. It was just her and Vanessa at home. She had been sensing something was coming. Rose was waiting for her. She wanted to be the first to get the news of Judith’s return. Why hadn’t she snuck out yet? She was afraid of getting caught. It was an easy path to take back to the palace. But what could she do if she got there, huh? Werewolves now hated her. If she showed up, it would mean no surprise that they would either tear her to death or put the blame for what they were facing on her. To avoid that, she had stayed put. This was not a time for her tricks. The war was serious. Her mind kept wondering if Grim was still alive. Was he safe? The place she had seen him seated looked familiar to her. It was in Noetvelle, and that me
Chapter 107If looks could kill, Reed would have been on the floor, spirit unbound, blood-filled. That attack would not be from the thousands of people waiting patiently to see him for his downfall. It could be from Grim. If not for the sorceress keeping him in check nothing would have stopped him from reaching out his hand and blocking both of its eyes. it might not have been successful but at least they would have tried. He had heard the stories about how Reed had treated Rose, how he had tortured our father and chased her from the pack. On top of that he had the guts to call her his wife?“I have no idea who you are talking about,”* Grim replied, picking up a piece from the floor. “Oh, man. I love that vase,” he said, running his hands along the vase. “You’re going to have to pay for that.” He was stalling. If you thought the man was interested in an average deal with his villain, you were terribly wrong. It was a clever and subtle attempt to stall, and he was doing it on purp
Chapter 106Talk about chaos and bloodshed. It quickly puts you in the direction of the battle. Why, you ask? Why was this very revered place suddenly turned into a battlefield for survival, where very few could make it out? Well, I'm going to tell you. Because it started with a... "Bang!" The sound of the metal gates falling to the floor as they heralded the enemy. The sky over Nostville burned red with fire and chaos. Smoke billowed from the rooftops, filling the air with the acrid scent of destruction. It stretched as far as the horizon, and by the time Tom and his people arrived, no stone had been left unturned. Everywhere was hit. Every crevice was blown right open. Screams cut through the darkness—desperate cries of men, women, and children who ran blindly, their eyes wide with terror. The once-proud streets of the coven had become a battlefield, littered with bodies—some writhing in pain, others eerily still. Yes. Clearly, a spell was put on everyone. Shadows mo
Chapter 105Grim could hear the bangs and yells from a distance. But he didn't move a muscle. Gormee was the only one he could see. Excited to go wherever that would go. On a good run of days ago, he would have snuck back into the coven just to see how he could help them. But he was tired of fighting for a group of people who didn't give a damn about him.“Come on, Grim. How can you be here and watch your people scream and beg for help when they are calling for you?”He sighed. “I can’t say I ever agreed with their choices, but they had the chance to make the right choice. They didn't. They have to learn a lesson. Alistair is capable, right? Well, they could count on him to save them.”He took a sip of the root beer. It was his only company, the only thing that made him feel welcomed.“Don't be heartless, Grim. You know that man has no idea what he is doing. He is just being manipulated, and if you don't stop it soon enough, he is going to ruin the whole coven. You don't want that, do
Chapter 104 The sound of beating drums and people faintly whispering was the scene that woke up all of Nostville. That was the minute number who were able to get any sleep the previous night. As far as everyone else was concerned, their eyes were wide open, absorbing the gates in wait of the approaching battalion. Everyone was indoors. Rocking chairs sat alone, unoccupied, swinging with every tug from the violent wind. Even the windows remained still. For a community of people who were always fetching for gossip, everyone seemed settled in the inner parts of their households. It was better not to be aware of what was going on than to afford to be the first one that suffer the massacre that was brewing in the air. Their homes still stood the chance of getting attacked, but at least it was the safest they could be. Meanwhile, Reed was ever so comfortable in his seat. His eyes could sweep across his surroundings. “It’s just a matter of time,” he said to Jael. “History is