Lahat ng Kabanata ng Killed and Reborn: My Alpha’s Obsession : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Lucian’s office was all sharp lines and cold order. Tall shelves lined the walls, filled with leather‑bound ledgers and neatly arranged files. A map of Blackmoon territory hung behind the massive dark‑wood desk, tiny flags pinning outposts and borders like trophies. The scent of ink, old paper, and pine smoke curled beneath the heavier, more dangerous scent that belonged only to him. He sat behind the desk, pen poised over a document, as if my appearance were an appointment squeezed into his schedule. Golden eyes lifted, taking me in. For a second, nothing moved—not even the scratch of pen on paper. His gaze swept from my bare legs up the line of my black dress, over my exposed collarbones, up to my face. His expression didn’t change, but I saw his jaw tighten, just a fraction. In my last life, he had only ever seen me in the demure, high‑necked dresses my sister approved. I’d dressed every morning like I was standing trial and trying not to offend the jury. This time, I

I stayed standing for a long time after I set the knife and folded the contract on the dresser.The room was too quiet. The kind of quiet that rang in my ears, filled with ghosts.*Tomorrow night, under the moon.*I could still hear my father’s voice as clearly as if he were in the room with me. The soft clink of glass. Lena’s amused lilt. My mother’s thready protest.They were planning my death again.Not in some vague, distant way. Not as a possibility.As an event.A scheduled sacrifice.And they expected me to play my part, smiling all the way to the altar like a good, grateful daughter.I moved to the door on bare feet, the carpet muffling my steps, and eased it open a crack.Voices floated faintly down the corridor from their sitting room. I slid out and padded soundlessly toward them, my back close to the wall, breath held.The door to their room was ajar, just like before. A slice of lamplight spilled across the hallway floor.“—has to be tomorrow,” my father was saying. “The

I woke with the taste of iron in my mouth and Lucian’s voice in my ears. *Please… don’t leave.* For a moment, I lay very still, staring up at the crack in the ceiling I’d memorized in two different lifetimes. Light filtered weakly through the curtains, soft and gray, barely chasing away the shadows that clung to the corners of the room. My body remembered two sets of nights at once. The last night of my first life: the forest, the blood moon, the snap of my own bones echoing inside my skull like breaking branches. Cold earth against my cheek. My father’s voice told me I should be grateful even as I choked on blood. And this new night: ropes under my skin, the echo of my father’s words through the door, the weight of Lucian’s hand on my arm, and the flare of magic between us. The steady, almost strangled way he’d said, *“If you’re so desperate to leave me… why does the idea make my wolf want to tear the world apart?”* And then, softer, at the door, like a man confessing a si

The wood at my back was solid and cool.Lucian’s body in front of me was anything but.He boxed me in completely—one palm flat beside my head on the door, the other wrapped around my wrist, pinning it at my side. Heat rolled off him in waves, tightening the air between us. His chest rose and fell too fast for a man who’d just walked across a field; his jaw was clenched hard enough to crack teeth.His eyes—those molten gold eyes I’d once thought were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen—flickered dark at the rims. Not fully black, not yet, but shadowed in a way that made my instincts hiss, *danger.*Pine and smoke and male sweat flooded my nose, thick and heady.I swallowed.“Do you have a death wish?” he asked, voice low and rough. “Throwing your human body into a ring of wolves like that?”“I don’t have a death wish,” I said. My own voice came out a little breathless but steady. “I have a life wish. I won’t die helpless again.”His fingers tightened unconsciously on my wrist at tha

I stayed in the shadow of the alcove until their voices faded.“Tomorrow night. Under the moon.”Same words. Same cold certainty. Different from me.In my last life, those words had meant a blissful kind of ignorance. A “special night” I’d been told to prepare for—a blessing, a ritual, a chance to prove myself as Luna. I’d fretted over my dress, over whether Lucian would stand close to me, over whether my parents would finally look at me the way they looked at Lena.I hadn’t known those words were the rhythm of a funeral march.Now, they felt like the ticking of a bomb.When I was sure Victor and Lena had gone—footsteps receding down the corridor, quiet laughter trailing behind—I slipped out of my hiding place and headed for my room.My hands were cold. My palms felt slick.“Tomorrow night. Under the moon,” I whispered to myself, tasting the shape of the old death on the new air.Back then, my path to that night had been a straight line through obedience and fear.This time, I’d cut t