Lahat ng Kabanata ng After My Rebirth, I Healed the Alpha No More: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Before I can go through with the rejection, I have to play my part as the Iron Fang's Luna.The next morning, I was in the herb room, calmly sorting my Moonglow Moss as usual.I felt Damien's frantic energy long before he appeared. The anger from my refusal last night still simmered beneath his skin.The dull ache of his curse was already seeping from his bones, making him restless and irritable."Elara," he began, and was it my imagination, or was there a flicker of guilt in his voice? "About last night—"Before he could finish, Lyra appeared from behind him, barefoot.My breath caught in my throat.She was wearing the moon-white ceremonial robe—the one symbolizing the Luna's authority. The sacred garment I had worn on my coronation day. My wardrobe was filled with countless other clothes, but she had deliberately chosen this one."Luna," she purred, her use of my title dripping with disrespect. "I'm so sorry. My leathers were torn to shreds last night, so I had to borrow something of

There was nothing left in my heart to break. Every word from Damien was just poison seeping into the ashes of what we once were.I looked at him and spoke calmly. "It's your temple, Damien. You're free to let anyone you want live inside."He stared, stunned. He probably expected me to cry, to scream, to beg for his pity like I used to.He got none of it.I simply turned and left the suffocating command center, leaving the signed rejection agreement on his desk and his look of utter shock behind the closed door.Damien's composure shattered far sooner than I expected.The next day, on the training grounds, a scream tore through the din.Lyra had fallen during a combat drill, an arrowhead having grazed her arm. For a Beta warrior raised on the battlefield, it was a trivial scratch.But the moment her cry reached his ears, Damien was a blur of motion, a gale-force wind descending from the top of the Alpha's watchtower.He abandoned a high-level strategy meeting—one that would determine th

Lyra's ascension ceremony was held the next day. As the official Luna, I had to be there, maintaining the facade.The great hall was packed with pack members, but the atmosphere was suffocating, devoid of life. All eyes were on Damien and Lyra on the dais, but their gazes were empty of congratulations.I had no desire to join the charade, so I stayed in a shadowed corner, content to be an unseen observer.Just then, a booming voice shattered the awkward silence."Alpha Damien! Congratulations! Your new Luna is as impressive as they say—filled with the strength of a warrior!"It was the envoy from our allies, the Boulder-Creek Pack. He had clearly misunderstood the situation.A blush instantly bloomed on Lyra's cheeks. She shot Damien a look that was a mixture of shy pleasure and triumph.Damien didn't correct him.He simply raised his cup, his silence a tacit approval.An icy chill fell over the hall.My people—the warriors and elders I had healed and helped—their gazes flickered betwe

Damien's grip on my wrist was tight enough to shatter bone.I didn't answer.I just watched him calmly, feeling the instability of his wolf grow, the fire in his eyes threatening to erupt.Ethan took a step forward, his own Alpha presence meeting Damien's without yielding. He placed a protective hand on my shoulder."Alpha Damien," Ethan's voice was ice. "I believe the party is over."The surrounding guests were silent as stone, their gazes like needles on our skin.A standoff between two Alphas.And Damien knew he had lost every shred of dignity tonight.He released my wrist abruptly, only to grab my upper arm, practically dragging me off the dance floor like a common criminal."We're going home," he bit out through clenched teeth.Lyra followed close behind.The polished metal doors of the private elevator slid shut, cutting us off from all eyes.The atmosphere in the small space was so oppressive it was hard to breathe.In the polished walls, I calmly watched the reflection of his f

Damien would never see me again.That night, the curse came for him as expected, and it consumed him completely.I later heard rumors that, in the throes of absolute agony, he lost his mind, leveled the entire Alpha's manor, and gravely injured several elders who tried to restrain him.It was the fate he had earned.As for me, my new life began in that car driving away from the Iron Fang Pack.At first, there was only numbness. The pain of the severed bond was far worse than I had imagined, like having a layer of my soul skinned alive.I slept for three days and three nights in a guest room in the Silverwood Pack's territory. When I finally woke, Ethan was sitting by my bedside.He didn't rush me, nor did he take advantage of my vulnerability.He simply gave me time and space, a state-of-the-art healing chamber, and his unconditional trust to heal his elder from the shadow curse.In his eyes, I was not a cure bound to a curse, nor an expendable accessory. I was a divinely gifted healer