Semua Bab fate betrayal : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Chapter 101: The Key Within the BondAria’s POVMy whole universe appeared to twist on its axis as Darius fell. Our relationship, which was already brittle due to the curse and the constant assaults, waned like a dying candle. His normally powerful presence seemed weak, like an echo vanishing into nothingness, and his breathing was feeble.I tried to urge him to remain with me by pressing my shaking palms on his chest. Although faint and erratic, his pulse was present. He was being dismantled piece by piece by the curse."You can't do this, Darius," I said angrily. "We're very close. You dare not abandon me just yet.However, he didn't answer. His jaw was loose, his face was pale, and I realized for the first time how serious the situation was.I was filled with rage—at Veyron for his actions, at the mate bond system for being so susceptible to manipulation, and at myself for not seeing the extent of the wounds sooner.I felt a tug in my chest as the small silver light shimmered in th

Chapter 103: The War BeginsVeyron’s POVThe battlefield stretched before me, a sea of shifting shadows and flickering flames. The rogues I had amassed stood restless at the forest’s edge, their eyes glowing with feral hunger. They were more than soldiers—they were weapons, each one forged in the fires of desperation and loyalty to me.My gaze swept over them, but my mind was elsewhere. Tonight was the culmination of years of planning. The mate bond system, the packs’ sacred traditions, their fragile unity—it would all crumble beneath my will.“Is everything in place?” I asked coldly, not bothering to turn to the lieutenant at my side.“Yes, my lord,” he replied, his voice trembling slightly. “The ambush squads are positioned, and the explosives are ready to disrupt their defenses.”I smirked, satisfaction curling in my chest. “Good. The packs will be too preoccupied with their alliances to notice the cracks in their armor until it’s too late.”Tonight wasn’t just about power. It was

Chapter 105: Sparks in the ShadowsDarius’s POVThere was anarchy on the battlefield. The air was filled with growls and screams, and everything was clinging to the pungent smell of burning and blood. However, it made no difference since I was staring at Aria as she vanished into the abyss that Veyron's power had created.Everything else faded into the background as time slowed."Aria!"Disregarding the rogues' clawing at my arms and the excruciating agony from the cursed artifact still blazing in my chest, I pushed onward. My inner wolf screamed for me to hurry up. She was unable to go. Not in this manner.Through the confusion, Killian's voice could be heard. "Wait, Darius!"I didn't stop, however. I was unable to.A spinning vortex of black power threatened to engulf all in its path as the chasm's brink neared. I jumped into the dark without thinking.Entering the AbyssAs I dropped, the air felt frigid and thick. Even though the darkness made it difficult for me to see, I forced m

Chapter 107: Web of DeceitEva’s POVAlthough the Golden Claw Pack was a strong and resilient stronghold, even fortresses may fall apart from inside. As I combed through papers in the poorly lit study, that notion kept coming to me. The smell of old wood and ink filled the air, but underlying it was something far darker—the smell of treachery.I had made it my mission to make sure that this wouldn't happen here after Killian found moles in the Moonshine Pack. Without trust, we were like a house of cards ready to fall apart. Trust was the lifeblood of a pack.The reports, which included patrol logs, supply records, and missives sent to friendly packs, were strewn all over the table. The pattern slipped past my fingers like a shadow, yet the components were all there.Restless, my wolf roused. Eva, you're missing something."I understand," I mumbled in frustration. "But what?"An Inconspicuous HintI didn't anticipate the response. I saw a tiny, almost undetectable difference when I tur

Chapter 109: A Kingdom of AshVeyron’s POVThe room smelled of iron and ash, the remnants of my latest “negotiation” lingering in the air. The rogue leader lay slumped at my feet, his defiance snuffed out as easily as a candle in a storm. His pack would fall in line—just as the others had.“Clean this up,” I ordered, my voice cold as I turned away.Two of my enforcers moved swiftly to drag the body away, their movements silent and efficient. Power was not only about strength but about fear. And fear was a language I spoke fluently.I strode to the map laid out on the table, the territories of the werewolf council marked in blood-red ink. The council had held dominion over the packs for centuries, governing them with their archaic laws and rigid traditions. They believed themselves untouchable, their power absolute.How wrong they were.The Seeds of Rebellion“Is the envoy from the Black Ridge rogues here?” I asked without looking up.“Yes, Alpha,” growled one of my lieutenants, a scar