Semua Bab Sacrifice Of The Heart: Bab 61 - Bab 70

The silence in the grand hall was deafening. Not the kind that came with peace, but the kind that settled deep in one’s bones, charged with anticipation, waiting for something—or someone—to shatter it.She stood at the threshold, her pulse a steady drum in her ears. Every instinct screamed at her to turn around, to leave while she still could. But she wasn’t that person anymore. The girl who once hesitated, who let fear dictate her path, had been left behind long ago.“Are you ready for this?” The voice was calm, but the question carried weight, as if even he wasn’t sure she should proceed.The surge of energy from the glowing sigils pulsed through Selene like a heartbeat that wasn’t her own. The symbols etched into the table flared brighter, bathing the chamber in a golden light that sent shadows dancing along the ancient walls. The force of it thrummed in her bones, as if awakening something long dormant within her.Selene gasped, gripping the edge of the table as the visions intens

The storm outside howled like a wounded beast, rattling the windows and shaking the very foundation of the ancient estate. Inside, the air felt just as turbulent—thick with unspoken truths and the weight of an impossible revelation.Selene’s mind was a battlefield of fragmented thoughts. She wasn’t supposed to exist? The idea lodged itself in her chest like a dagger, twisting with every breath.Damien was the first to break the silence, his voice tight with restraint. “Enough riddles, Sebastian. If someone altered fate, who did it? And why?”Sebastian’s gaze was heavy, as if he was calculating just how much truth he should reveal. “That’s what I intend to find out.”Selene inhaled sharply. “If fate was rewritten, wouldn’t whoever did it want to stay hidden?”Sebastian’s eyes flickered with something dark. “Yes. But even the best illusions leave cracks.”Damien’s patience was thinning. “And where do we find these cracks?”Sebastian turned toward the rain-streaked window. “With the ones

A sharp gasp tore from Selene’s throat as she jolted upright. Cold air bit at her skin, the scent of damp earth filling her lungs. She wasn’t where she had been.Her fingers dug into the ground beneath her—it was soft, almost like ash. Slowly, her vision cleared, and what she saw made her stomach twist.A wasteland stretched out before her.The sky was painted in hues of deep crimson, like the dying embers of a fire that refused to go out. Towering, jagged structures loomed in the distance, half-ruined and ancient, whispering of a forgotten era. The air was thick with something unnatural, something charged with a force she didn’t understand.She wasn’t in the mortal world anymore.A sudden sound behind her made her whirl around. Footsteps. Slow. Measured.A man emerged from the shadows.Not Damien. Not Sebastian. But him.The First Alpha.Up close, his presence was even more suffocating, as if the very air bent to his will. His silver eyes glowed beneath the heavy hood, locking onto h

The flames in the crystal torches flickered unnaturally as the council chamber descended into tension-soaked silence.Sebastian’s words hung in the air like a blade suspended over a battlefield.He’d just staked his loyalty—for everyone to see. Declared himself tied to Selene by bond and blood.But it was the silence that followed that chilled her. Not fury. Not outrage. Silence.Because silence meant planning.Selene’s fingertips brushed against the carved obsidian edge of the high table. Her mind, sharpened by instinct and years of surviving under veiled threats, screamed at her to stay still—to watch.And then it happened.A crack—subtle, almost imperceptible—rippled through the floor beneath the Seal of Vow. The carved crest shimmered, then split, bleeding black mist.Gasps echoed. A guard shouted.The chamber plunged into chaos.Arcanists chanted protective wards. Nobles backed away. The ground pulsed with tainted magic. Something was wrong. Something had been planted beneath the

The moonlight was thin—filtered through skeletal branches of the overgrown ruins once known as the Queen’s Garden. Once, it had been a sanctuary. Now, it was silent. Forsaken.Selene stood at the edge of the stone archway, cloaked in midnight blue, a hood drawn low over her face. The old garden had burned during the last rebellion, and nothing had truly grown here since. Not even the roses.“They’ll come,” Damien murmured beside her, his hand hovering near the dagger at his hip. “Cowards always do when they think their victim is alone.”Selene didn’t respond. She was listening.The wind shifted.Soft footsteps.Then—a whisper.“Princess,” a voice said, smooth and unfamiliar. “Or should I say… Queen?”A man emerged from the shadows beyond the ruins, clad in muted silver armor. His crest bore the twin serpents of House Valemont.Behind him, two figures followed—hooded, masked.Selene stepped forward, pulling her hood back.“You sent an assassin,” she said coldly.“An unfortunate misunde