<b>Chapter 131 </b>


    Lucien Virell POV


    The message came through encrypted blood tech, tinged with moon magic and arrogance.


    t didn’t open it immediately, I could feel the desperation behind it, bright, teenage, and boiling with entitlement. Wolves were always so predictable when they didn’t get what they wanted.


    But still… curiosity got the better of me.


    We’re ready to deal. Break us out, and we’ll help you destroy them from the inside. We have power. Influence. And motive. Don’t waste it.


    -V+S


    Stormw<b>. </b>


    Of course it <b>was </b>them.


    I leaned back in my chair, my lips curving into a slow, amused smile as the light from the screen bathed my office in crimson. My ss of bloodwine sat untouched beside me, the scent of ash and steel heavy in the air. The girls had been locked in that pathetic excuse for a school since their betrayal. The Luna Queen’s attempt at redemption and “healing.”


    Idiotic. I didn’t believe in redemption. I believed in leverage. And these two? Oh… they reeked of it.


    I flipped through the file Serenta hadpiled on them weeks ago, beauty, bloodline, and bitterness all wrapped in a neat little disaster package. Va Stormw, the eldest, was all venom and strategy. Soria, the youngest, was fire and instability. Both born alphas. Both bred for power. Both absolutely feral with resentment.


    Delicious<b>. </b>


    I hated wolves, I reminded myself, tracing a finger down the ss. But rabid dogs can still bite the right throat if you aim them well enough.


    They wanted out? Fine. Let them see what true monsters looked like. I activated myms with a sharp flick of magic and spoke directly into the link.


    “Send in the Nightborn Five. Gear them for a full assault, moonlight weapons, shadow armor, and open feeding protocol.”


    There was <b>a </b>pause.


    “They’re just girls, my Lord,


    ”


    “They’re Stormws,<b>” </b><b>I </b>snapped. “And they’re surrounded by wolf blooded brats in a magically warded cage. Let my hunters off their leash. I want everyst mutt in that building dead by sunrise.<b>” </b><fnd680> For more chapters visit FιndＮovel</fnd680>


    “Yes,


    my Lord.”


    I leaned forward and began typing, lips parting in a smirk as <b>I </bposed the reply.


    10.00


    Tue, 0


    Your desperation is charming


    You’ll be free by midnight.


    Prepare your things. Leave the door unlocked.


    I’m sending five of my best. Try not to scream when theye through the shadows.


    Oh, and tell your little ssmates to run.


    The wolves are on the menu tonight.


    -L


    I hit send. Outside my window, the sky began to bleed into twilight. Perfect timing. My soldiers would be thirsty.


    And when the girls walked through the blood–soaked gates of that pretty little prison? They’d owe me. And I never let debts go unpaid.


    Let the games begin.


    Va Stormw POV


    I had just reapplied my lip gloss when the first scream split the air. Not a little scream either. A wet, gargling, someone just lost their throat kind of scream.


    I didn’t flinch.


    Instead, I smiled into the mirror and dragged a silver de across my forearm, just a shallow scratch. Just enough to feed the door’s ward with wolf blood and make it snap open.


    “It’s time, sister,” I murmured, watching the blood shimmer faintly with moonlight as it ran down my skin. “Let’s go home.”


    Soria burst in like a hurricane in lip gloss, her blonde hair wild, blue eyes glowing with feral joy. Her entire body pulsed with silver light, pure Moonborn magic, raw and buzzing beneath her skin like a live wire.


    “They’re here,” she grinned. “Lucien didn’t hold back. I just watched one of them rip out Miss Ravira’s spine andugh.”


    I hummed, amused. “Poetic. She always did say I needed discipline.”


    Another scream ripped through the hallway. Somewhere close.


    “Ooooh,” Soria cooed, leaning out the door. “That one sounded like Harper. You think they’ll tear off her fakeshes before they drain


    her?”


    We moved in sync down the corridor, steps soundless on polished marble, bare feet trailing moonlight. Our uniforms were gone, reced with ck leather and silk we’d smuggled in under fake altar robes. The academy lights flickered above us, shorting out under the pull of so much dark, ancient magic.


    All around us, Celestia Ridge Academy was dying.


    And it was beautiful.


    Soria Stormw POV


    This was what I’d waited for. Not just escape.


    Annihtion.


    The perfect girls, the polished lies, the lectures about “forgiveness” and “healing<b>“</b>….burn it all.


    They’d tried to cage us with crystal wards and therapist scripts<b>, </b>but they forgot what we are.


    Moonborn. Stormws. Royal fucking blood.


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