All Chapters of Reborn: Aria's Revenge: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The toasted bread on my plate looked perfect. Golden. Crisp. Warm. But I could not bring myself to eat it. I picked up a slice, held it between my fingers, then let it fall back onto the plate. Even the smell of it did nothing for me. My stomach felt tight, as if grief itself had curled up inside it.I lifted my glass and took a small sip of orange juice. The flavor tasted hollow, like water pretending to be something else. Loss could do that to a person. It could drain color from food, warmth from sunlight and strength from the bones.Alpha Mich’s death had done exactly that to me.It still felt unreal. As if any moment someone would walk in and say it was a mistake, that he was alive, that everything was fine. But that moment never came. And the silence that followed his death was heavy enough to crush anyone.I leaned forward, resting my head on the cool surface of the table. Closing my eyes felt easier than keeping them open.The door creaked open.Startled, I lifted my head slowl

The hall prepared for Late Alpha Mich Lorenzo’s burial was drowned in a heavy silence. Wolves from every corner of the region filled the long rows of seats, all dressed in deep black attire. The air carried a sorrowful weight that pressed on every chest. Candles lined the walls, their flames flickering weakly as the mournful hymn played through the hall. It felt as though even the Moon herself was grieving.I sat quietly among them, my hands clasped tightly on my lap. Kael sat beside me, his presence cold and steady, but the storm inside me was anything but calm. My gaze lingered on the large framed portrait of Mich placed at the front of the hall. His face… still gentle, still strong… yet gone forever. My heartbeat stuttered painfully.I still could not accept it. His death was like a nightmare refusing to fade with dawn.As the elders stepped forward to read his biography, two guards rolled his coffin into the hall. The polished wood, decorated with silver carvings of crescent moons

‎I paced around Kael’s living room like a caged predator. My heartbeat pounded with a mixture of anger and caution. Kael was becoming too observant. Far too observant. His eyes lingered on every step I took, every breath, every glance I made at the door. It was no longer protectiveness. It was surveillance. He was watching me because he knew I was hiding something.‎‎And he was right.‎‎If Kael ever discovered the truth, if he realized that I had been reborn from the ashes of the woman he betrayed, if he found out my real mission, then everything would fall apart. He would end me before I could even touch him.‎‎And yet he had already taken something from me.‎He killed Mich.‎He killed the one wolf I had intended to use to destroy him.‎‎Now the only other person left who could serve my plan was Adrean.‎‎Adrean. Alpha of the Silvercrest Pack. Mate to another woman. Powerful, wealthy, respected among wolves. An Alpha driven by an all-consumable lust. And now… mine. At least enou

Adrean picked up on the second ring.“Hey,” he greeted casually, his voice relaxed, unaware of the storm about to descend on him.“I trusted you, Adrean,” Kael growled, his voice low and vibrating with barely restrained fury. “But I never knew you were such a betrayal.”There was a brief pause on the other end of the line.“What do you mean?” Adrean asked, confusion seeping into his tone.“Shut up, Adrean,” Kael snapped. “Do not insult me by pretending.”“I am not pretending,” Adrean said quickly. “I genuinely do not understand what you are accusing me of.”“You think I do not know what you say behind my back?” Kael continued, his wolf pressing closer to the surface. “You think I am blind or foolish?”“Kael, listen to me,” Adrean said, his voice tightening. “If I have done anything wrong or if you heard any rumor, then call me and we will talk it through like brothers.”Kael let out a sharp, humorless chuckle.“Meet me at the pack’s bar,” Adrean continued. “I will be waiting. Whatever

‎“Yes, Kael,” I said softly, adjusting myself so I could sit more comfortably against him.‎‎He studied my face for a long moment before asking, “Why?”‎‎“Why do you want him dead?” he continued.‎‎I let out a quiet breath. “Me?”‎‎His eyes narrowed slightly.‎‎“It is not for my benefit,” I said calmly. “It is for you.”‎‎“For me?” he asked, disbelief creeping into his voice.‎‎“Of course,” I answered, sliding my hand slowly across his chest. “Just look at you. Look at your injuries.”‎‎I shifted, climbing onto his lap, my movements deliberate. “Do you see what he did to you?”‎‎His jaw tightened.‎‎“Is he not supposed to die for that?” I whispered.‎‎“No,” he said after a pause, turning his face away slightly. “I do not think so.”‎‎I raised a brow. “What if he wants to kill you instead?”‎‎“Me?” His gaze snapped back to mine.‎‎“Yes. You,” I said gently, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “He is planning to kill you.” I said.‎‎But it was a lie. A beautiful lie.‎