All Chapters of Crowned In Vengeance: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

Frost's POVTime had lost its meaning at the edge of the forest.I had been standing there with some of the men, waiting for minutes that slowly turned into hours. There was not a sound... or a sign of life at the other end of that darkened forest. The other men seemed... relaxed, composed, patrolling the space as though it was a usual routine for them, sometimes chitchatting amongst themselves with slowly rippling laughter.But I... I was frantic, my mind spiralling in the zillion haunting thoughts and possibilities of that meeting. I shouldn't have let her go alone. I should have enforced my own will and insisted to follow her. Now, I lived in my regrets, and the sufferable pain of her absence.I moved closer to the forest. A large energy field had erupted out of nowhere the very moment Rya had entered the forest. I tried to listen to her, to feel her through the mate bond we both shared. But her presence wavered like a dying flame, slipping in and out of reach. She was distant, fai

Rya's POVBy the gods, I successfully retrieved two artifacts for the ritual process, added to the moonstone that was safely in my possession. There should have been a relief, a spark of hope and assurance that we were reaching the end, and that the void would only become a forgotten memory. But it wasn't. If anything, the weight only seemed heavier than how we started.Each artifact had cost me something---my peace, my sanity, my resolve to hold on to a promise made when the going wasn't as tough as it had become. And now, the path led us back to where we started... back to the Iron peak.We needed the Crown of Thorns held by Alpha Aldric. The very thought of asking for it from him was... destabilizing. He wasn't a man who yielded to the voice of reasoning, his very daughter was a proof of that theory. This only meant one thing—we were walking into a battle of choice, and not all of us would survive it.But beneath it all, my thoughts ran deeper, especially to Sera. Here lay the mo

Frost's POV Slowly, the car came to a rolling stop, and so did the others that followed behind us. I rushed out of the car immediately, a confused man who was in a ferocious battle with his innermost demons, breathing intensely as though I had run up a mountain.My legs wobbled on the heated ground, and in a fleeting moment, I dropped to my knees, clutching my chest tightly. My face was buried to the ground, and I could feel the sweat drops streaming down my face, falling upon the sands.My head tightened as I strained for balance. I grinned hard, feeling the weight increase as the seconds passed. And soon enough, my body collapsed on the sands, with my face turned towards the bright sky.I felt a certain kind of ease that came with just a deep exhale. The tightening sensation around my head ad chest was fading off, my heartbeat was slowly returning to its usual rhythm, and so was mu breathing. I sighted a figure that stood over me, ogling at me with hands dipped in his pockets and

Frost's POVI wasn't a stranger to prison walls. In the days when understanding was an herculean feat to achieve between Rya and I, it was a constant event to find myself in and out of reeking dungeons. But this time was different... in a whole lot of ways.I was thrown behind bars in another man's land. This time, I was fully cloaked in the stigma of being a criminal. The guards stared at me like a common man, their eyes speaking of sheer hate and repugnance which was passed down to them by the man on the throne. Each one of them was a step away from throwing a spittle on my face. But what could I do othe than just watch? This place smelled of sweat, urine, vomit... and even blood. The air was hot and heavy, and the noise that filled the dungeon was ear blasting. Luckily for me, Alpha Aldric had the courtesy of separating me away from the rest of my crew, keeping me locked in what he termed as a special room. Still, it didn't erase the truth that I was prisoner.Elder Thorne had le

Frost's POV"Frost?" I heard Rya called my name from the side---soft, tender, cautious. She lowered herself as she tried to have a clear view of my face. I saw the uncertainty written in her eyes, the doubts that lingered heavily and slowly transformed into fear, evident in her shuddering breath.I pulled myself up from the ground slowly, and sat on the ground. I didn't utter a word, at least not yet."How do you feel?" she asked me.Again, I didn't give a response. My head was buried to the ground, almost as though I was lost in my thoughts, when really, I was just... listening, trying to spot the difference between my present self and the times when I felt my father's presence still lingering."I feel..." I started, holding back my words for that confirmation. There were no strange sounds in my ears, or that picky feeling my skin constantly developed when I felt his presence around. It was just the regular sound of my heartbeat, and Rya's voice that was like music to my ears."I fe