Reborn For Revenge: The Alpha’s Heiress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Temple’s Call (Vera's POV)Rain pelted my face, cold and sharp, as I crouched behind a rusted shipping container in the abandoned warehouse district. Across the slick street, Gabriel’s amber eyes glinted, scanning the shadows. His black coat clung to his broad shoulders, damp from the midnight downpour. “Rhea’s here,” I whispered, my breath fogging in the chilly air. My heart pounded—not just from the hunt, but from the memory of the priestess’s last words in Starfang’s hall hours ago: “Prepare to face the joint fury of Varkis and I.” Her vanishing act left my pack rattled, and my wolf snarled, itching to rip answers from her.Gabriel nodded, his gaze sharp, predatory. “Stay sharp, Vera.” His voice was low, a rumble that sent a shiver down my spine despite the cold. I smirked, masking the heat his words sparked. We had no time for that now—not with Rhea and Varkis plotting who-knows-what.I pulled my phone from my leather jacket, fingers flying over the screen. “Got her,” I muttere

Priestess’s Lair (Vera's POV)I stood frozen, my heart pounding as Rhea’s silver eyes gleamed from across the temple’s inner sanctum. “You can’t stop it,” Rhea sneered, her voice dripping with venom. The damp air clung to my skin, thick with the scent of old blood and magic. My claws twitched, itching to slash that smirk off her face. What was her plan? The moonstone shards on the altar glowed brighter, and I knew we were running out of time.Gabriel flanked me, his fangs bared, amber eyes blazing. “Stay back, Vera,” he growled, his pine scent hitting me like a lifeline. I shot him a glare, my lips twitching despite the danger. “Not a chance, Nightmoor.” His protective streak drove me crazy, but it also sent a thrill through me, the mate bond humming between us.I yanked my phone from my leather jacket, fingers flying over the screen to hack Rhea’s ritual. The altar’s runes flickered on my display, a chaotic mix of ancient magic and tech. “Not today,” I growled, bypassing a ward.

Lana’s Plea (Lana's POV)My knees hit the cold stone of Starfang’s council hall, the torchlight flickering across Vera’s icy emerald eyes. My heart pounded, guilt choking me as I knelt before her. “I betrayed Damon,” I confessed, my voice shaking. “I’m done with him.” Vera’s gaze was cold, unyielding, and my wolf whimpered, remembering the things I planned to do to her. Eleanor stepped forward, her hair catching the light. “Lana, why?” she gasped, her voice sharp with shock. My aunt’s eyes held a flicker of hope, but also pain—my betrayal had cut her deep, too. I forced my voice steady, meeting Vera’s stare. “Damon’s working with Varkis,” I said, my words tumbling out. “He’s planning to use the shard to control the moonstone’s power. I broke his codes, cut his comms. I want redemption, Vera.” My whisper cracked, raw with desperation.Vera’s aura flared, a pulse of power that made my skin prickle. She tilted her head, her raven hair spilling over one shoulder. “Redemption?” she scof

Redemption’s Test (Gabriel's POV)I gripped the steering wheel, tires screeching on the rain-soaked highway as we sped toward the temple. Vera sat beside me, her emerald eyes locked on her phone, hacking Damon’s comms. Lana huddled in the backseat beside Jace and Dax, her eyes darting, her scent sharp with fear. My wolf snarled, distrust burning in my gut. “If you’re lying,” I growled, glancing at her in the rearview mirror, “you’re done.”Lana flinched, her voice shaky. “I’m not, Gabriel. I swear.” Her hands twisted in her lap, claws twitching. Damon’s attack on Starfang’s gates, right after Lana’s plea, was too convenient. My claws tightened on the wheel. Was she redeemed, or was this another betrayal?Vera’s fingers flew over her phone, her voice low. “Got his comms,” she said, earpiece crackling. Damon’s voice spilled out, cold and smug: “The shard’s in the temple. Rhea’s ours.” My stomach twisted. He was after the moonstone shards, and Rhea was his target. Vera’s eyes flicked

Family’s Stand (Eleanor's POV)I stood in Starfang’s forest clearing, the ritual stones glowing faintly under the moonlight, my heart twisting as I watched the drone feed on my tablet. Vera fought in the temple’s courtyard, her claws flashing, Damon’s sneer taunting her. My daughter—fierce, unbreakable, yet haunted by Lana’s betrayal. “She’s my daughter,” I whispered, my voice trembling, my hair catching the breeze. Guilt gnawed at me—Lana was my niece, my failure, and now Vera faced her mess. Could I support her fully, or would my past mistakes hold me back?The clearing smelled of pine and earth, the air sharp with the pack’s tension. Max’s voice crackled through my phone, urgent and gruff. “Go to her, Eleanor. She needs you.” My husband’s words hit hard, stirring the love we’d built through decades of battles. A boom echoed through the feed, shaking the tablet. Damon, cornered by Vera and Gabriel, triggered a Shadowfang trap. The courtyard erupted, flames licking the air, and M