All Chapters of The Heiress's Brutal Revenge: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11 Alina's POV The tension in the village was almost suffocating. I could feel the wolves watching me, their stares ranging from curiosity to outright suspicion. Some whispered as I passed, others remained silent, their expressions unreadable. I had expected resistance—after all, I was an outsider, a human—or so they thought. Damien walked beside me with effortless confidence, his hand resting lightly on my lower back as if to remind them that I belonged here. That I was his. That was the lie we had to sell. But as we reached the large, rustic building at the heart of the village, I realized this wasn’t just about pretending. This was about survival. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wood, leather, and something distinctly wolf-like. A few warriors sat around a long wooden table, their gazes sharp as we entered. Lucas, the man who had greeted us at the border, was already there, arms crossed over his chest. He eyed me again, but this time, his suspicion

Chapter 13Alina's POV Pain spread through my muscles the moment I opened my eyes. Every inch of my body ached from last night’s training, but I refused to let that stop me. I had made a choice. A challenge had been issued, and I wasn’t about to back down. If I was going to take my revenge, if I was going to stand by Damien’s side as his Luna—even if it was only for show—I needed to be strong. I pulled myself out of bed, wincing as my feet touched the cold wooden floor. The early morning air was crisp, the sky still painted in streaks of purple and orange. A knock on my door pulled me from my thoughts. “Come in,” I called. The door swung open, and Damien stepped inside. He looked effortlessly composed, his dark hair slightly tousled, his sharp eyes scanning me as if assessing whether I’d make it through the day. “You look like hell,” he said. “Good morning to you too, Alpha.” I smirked, stretching my arms despite the soreness. “I’m alive, aren’t I?” He leaned against

Chapter 15 Alina's POV A sharp pain throbbed through my body as I woke. Every muscle burned, every inch of me aching from the fight with Lucas. For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the wooden ceiling, trying to piece together everything that had happened. I had won. I had felt something inside me shift. And for the first time, I had been truly afraid—not of losing, but of what I had become in that moment. That growl, that raw strength… it hadn’t been normal. I pushed myself up slowly, wincing as my ribs protested. The room was quiet, but I could feel it—the lingering tension in the air, as if the pack itself was still trying to process what had happened. They saw me as an outsider, and now, they saw me as something more. Something dangerous. A knock on the door broke through my thoughts. "Come in," I called, my voice hoarse. The door swung open, and to my surprise, it was Killian who stepped inside. His green eyes studied me carefully, assessing. "You'r

Chapter 17 Alina's POV The glowing red eyes in the darkness sent a shiver down my spine. Every instinct in me screamed to run, but I stood my ground. I could hear Damien’s steady breathing beside me, his body tense as he prepared for whatever was lurking in the shadows. The pack warriors fanned out, forming a protective circle, their claws extending, their muscles coiled and ready. The scent of blood from the fallen rogues still lingered in the air, mixing with the damp earth and the crisp night breeze. A low growl rumbled through the trees, deep and menacing. The red eyes didn’t blink, didn’t move, just stared. Watching. Waiting. "What the hell is that?" Killian muttered under his breath. "Not a rogue," Damien answered, his voice low and sharp. "And not one of ours either." The thing—whatever it was—shifted slightly. I could see the faint outline of a large, hulking figure, taller than any werewolf I had ever seen. The glow in its eyes seemed unnatural, almost otherworl

Chapter 19Damien's POVThe scent of blood still lingered in the air long after the bodies were cleared. My warriors had done their job, but something about this attack didn’t sit right with me. Those creatures weren’t rogues, weren’t anything I’d encountered before. And Alina—I clenched my jaw, fists tightening at my sides.What the hell was she?I had been prepared for a woman who could hold her own in a fight, someone with a burning thirst for revenge. But what I saw tonight wasn’t just skill—it was power. The kind of power that shouldn’t belong to a human.A knock on my office door pulled me from my thoughts."Enter," I said.Killian stepped inside, his face grim. "We have a problem."I gestured for him to sit, but he shook his head. "I just finished looking over the bodies of those things.""And?""They weren’t werewolves. Not even close. Their scent was off, like rot mixed with something unnatural. And their skin—Damien, their bodies didn’t decay like ours do. The ones Alina ki