All Chapters of Revenge of The Shadow Heir: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

DAHLIA:Before I could even speak, he scolded me harshly, “What the hell were you doing there? Did you really plan to die like that?!”I can’t believe it! Tristan was here right in front of me!I tried to say something to him, but my body was wracked in violent fits of coughs. He propped me into a sitting position and massaged my back, soothing me. I felt a tremendous amount of relief that I wanted to cry.“H-how,” I managed to finally ask him when I had gotten over my coughs.“I heard you say goodbye… I heard you say goodbye in my head just now,” he said abruptly.I can’t believe it! I was able to talk to him in my head even without trying to mind-link with him! Was that even possible?His face wore a surprised and worried look too. Perhaps he had the same questions as the ones in my mind right now…“How can I… How can I talk to you like that? Does it m

DAHLIA:My own father could very well be the culprit… He must be the one who ordered the men to shoot arrows at Tristan – this was the conclusion I had come up on my own.Papa was a stern man. He would sometimes lose his temper on me and grip my arms hard, but he never did anything beyond that point… Or am I mistaken?Can it really be true? Can he order my own fated mate to be shot just so that he and the king can save face and go through with the wedding? Didn’t he care what I would feel like if I lose my mate?I gripped my chest while gliding at the hall after bolting out as I remember this. I felt a physical kind of pain seize me abruptly. I heard that when one is unfortunate enough to lose a fated mate, that person starts to perish on the inside.Even just the thought of losing Tristan, a mate I have not known for a long time, was enough to drive me crazy. I felt a great pain already started to tug so strongly at my ch

DAHLIA:What was he saying? How did Tristan knew I was lying?He inched towards me, still accusing me of telling him a lie with his beautiful eyes. I stepped some more backwards.  My leg was caught at the sofa, which was right behind me. I yelped in surprise as I stumbled backwards, and that was when I felt a pair of arms coil around my waist. It was Tristan’s. He caught my body in an embrace, and we both stumbled down into the long sofa at the waiting room.I don’t know what happened, but when I fell sideways, it was soft and not painful at all. Tristan’s face had fallen into the top of my chest, and I felt his breath blowing through the exposed skin of my breast.I shivered. Moon Goddess, why are you doing this to me? Why are you tempting me like this to the extreme?I knew I wasn’t the only one tempted. I felt a lump of flesh harden somewhere at the center of Tristan’s hips where one of my legs was caug

KAIST:A strange tide of emotions was brimming in my chest, threatening to pour out all at once while I was in front of Dahlly. I tried to contain what I felt, but it was far too much that my wolf, Cruz, couldn’t even stop his whimpering. The longer I stay in Dahlly’s room, the more dangerous I might become, so I excused myself…Dahlly was my childhood friend and my closest friend. She always referred to me as her ‘best friend,’ but I always knew she was more – absolutely something more for me!I was fifteen when I started feeling something else than friendship for Dahlia. I had always loved the quiet but morose way that she would smile. Her brown hair matched her pale face perfectly. She was a little flower in a field full of green grasses – truly a beautiful and delicate thing.My father – the king – had always told me that Dahlly and I belonged to each other. When he was drunk, he’ll elaborat

DAHLIA:Shortly after Kaist visited that morning, he surprisingly went back again in the middle of the night.As always, I couldn’t sleep at all when I’m alone, and since I had been so tired tossing and sulking in bed for a few days already, I decided to be a bit productive. I picked a book and started reading.I had prepared myself to spend a quiet evening. Therefore, it was a surprise to see Kaist late at night, knocking softly on my veranda. He had done it before when we were younger, but that suddenly stopped when we turned fifteen. I wondered why he was here again after not doing this for years now…Knowing that he was probably troubled about something, I held the candle in one hand and unfastened the lock on my veranda window. As soon as the light fell on his face, I gasped. His face was bruised, and his lip was a bit swollen with a tinge of blood.“What happened,” I asked. He took my hand, and I immediately gui