All Chapters of The Heiress's Brutal Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21Damien's POVThe chill in the air hadn’t left my mind since we discovered that body. I couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was coming together like pieces of a puzzle that I wasn’t entirely prepared to solve. The mark on that corpse—the same mark I’d seen in Alina’s nightmares—was a clue, and it was my duty as Alpha to uncover its meaning. I knew that whatever force was behind these attacks was far from ordinary, and it might have something to do with the strange power awakening in Alina.I spent the better part of the morning pacing my study, eyes fixed on the ancient maps and old scrolls that lined the walls. There was a library of lore in my possession, passed down through generations of leaders who had faced supernatural threats. I had hoped that one of these texts might hold the key to deciphering the mysterious symbol carved into that creature’s chest. The mark was not like any ordinary rune. It pulsed with an energy that felt both malevolent and alluring, a da

Chapter 23Damien's POVThe weight of destiny pressed down on me as I led our small contingent further into the sanctuary’s hidden depths. The ancient passageway behind that mysterious door had left me with more questions than answers, and the chill of the unknown still crawled along my spine. Every step we took in the narrow corridor was laden with uncertainty; the air grew colder and thicker with every passing moment as if the very stones whispered secrets of a long-forgotten curse.I rode at the head of our group, my senses alert to every sound—a drip of water, the echo of our footsteps, the distant rustle of unseen movements. The dim glow from the altar’s green light had receded, leaving us to navigate by the flicker of our torches and the vague luminescence of ancient runes carved into the walls. I could see my men exchanging uneasy glances, and I knew they too felt the oppressive energy of the Forsaken. Alina rode close beside me. I caught brief glances of her face in the torch

Chapter 25Alina's POVI felt as though I was standing on the very edge of oblivion. The spectral shape’s roar still reverberated in my ears, a monstrous sound that shattered the eerie silence of the courtyard. In that moment, as the cultists’ chanting fell to a trembling halt and their eyes widened with fear, I knew that my destiny was no longer a matter of choice—it was a demand, an implacable force that would force me to decide in an instant whether I would embrace the power within or be consumed by it.For what felt like an eternity, I stood frozen before the stone platform, my heart pounding so fiercely I could almost hear its rhythm. The ancient altar pulsed beneath my feet, its runes glowing with a fierce intensity that illuminated the terrified faces of the cultists encircling us. Damien’s steady hand on my shoulder reminded me that I was not alone, yet the weight of the moment threatened to crush my resolve. I recalled every warning, every whispered prophecy—the seer’s omino

Chapter 27Alina's POV The air in the chamber remained thick with the lingering presence of that shadowed figure. My breath came fast, my skin still tingling with the remnants of the power I had unleashed. My fingers curled into fists, my nails digging into my palms as I struggled to steady myself. Damien stood beside me, his chest rising and falling heavily, his body still tense from the confrontation. His golden eyes flicked toward me, scanning for injuries. “Are you hurt?” I shook my head slowly, even though I wasn’t entirely sure. Physically, I was intact, but something inside me had shifted. That thing—whoever or whatever it was—had spoken of sacrifice, of the price for the Forsaken power I had called upon. My soul. A chill ran through me. “We need to leave,” Damien said, his voice rough. He shot a glare at the remaining cultists, who were still kneeling, too terrified to even breathe too loudly. “Now.” I hesitated, my gaze shifting back to the stone altar where the r

Chapter 29Damien's POV The first rays of dawn barely touched the horizon when I stepped out of the packhouse, my senses already sharpened for the day ahead. The air was thick with anticipation, every warrior in the camp moving with purpose. Word of Alina’s victory against the rogue champion had spread like wildfire, but it had done little to ease the weight pressing down on my chest. She had fought well—ferociously, even. Yet, beneath the triumph, I saw the shadow of something else. A force inside her that she barely understood. A power that surged unpredictably, as if waiting for the right moment to consume her. I found her standing near the training grounds, watching the sparring warriors with an intensity that told me she wasn’t seeing them at all. Her mind was elsewhere. Caught between the battle she had won and the prophecy that still loomed over her. “Alina.” I called her name gently, stepping beside her. She turned, and for a moment, the storm in her silver eyes flic