Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn For Vengeance: Claiming All That Was His: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Charlotte began to walk again, her pace quickening as if she could outdistance the memory of the training pits."In most packs, a leader of his standing would have been coerced into a political match years ago to secure the lineage. An Alpha without an heir is often seen as a structural fracture in the foundation.”“And he isn’t?” I asked, genuinely curious.“Not here,” Charlotte said with a small, proud smile that spoke of deep-seated loyalty. “He’s in his thirties now, and while the Council is hopeful, they aren’t strong-arming him into settling for anything less than the real thing. They want him to find that fated bond, the true match the Moon Goddess intended. They want him prepared, not cornered. They’re willing to wait for a proper heir if it means having a Luna who authentically belongs at his side.”I nodded, my thoughts drifting to the cold, constructed nature of Vance and Zebub’s union.Vance never cared for joy or belonging, he hungered only for the so‑called miracle Zebub

The garden’s beauty slipped past me tonight, drowned out by the restless pulse I couldn’t quiet.My heavy velvet gown, dark as midnight, snagged against the thorns of dormant rosebushes, holding me back when all I wanted was escape. At last, I reached the stone fountain. My breath tore out in ragged bursts, burning my throat as I clutched the damp granite edge. I stared into the water’s shadowed surface, waiting for my reflection to settle.I didn't have to wait long.That scent, cedar and ozone, descended like a heavy cloak, warm and intoxicating. It was the smell of a storm finally making landfall."Savanna."His voice was a low vibration that seemed to travel through the ground, up through the stone of the fountain, and into the very marrow of my bones. I didn't turn. I couldn't."Don't," I choked out, my knuckles whitening against the granite. "Don't come any closer.""You are shaking," he said.He didn't stop. I heard the soft crunch of gravel as he moved into my personal space,

A quiet, muted gray seeped through the curtains the next morning.I woke slowly, my limbs dragging with an unfamiliar heaviness, dulled by a strange weariness as if the gravity in the room had shifted during the night. The warmth of the duvet wrapped around me was comforting, but the true center of it all was the man lying beside me, Sanité.Still asleep, his breathing was a steady pulse against my shoulder.In the faint light, the sharp, commanding lines of his face were softened, freed from the pressures of waking life. The stern, regal expression that often showed the strain of leading a pack was gone, replaced by a man who had finally set down a burden he’d borne for years, perhaps a lifetime. I lay perfectly still, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, feeling the strong pull of the bond between us, pulsing beneath my skin.For a heartbeat, I allowed myself to be lost in that fragile moment of peace, drifting in a dream where the fallout of my real life c

Alpha Sanité’s Point of ViewI sat at the head of the council table, staring down at the maps and reports spread out before me. The room was dim, shadows pooling in corners that seemed to breathe and shift. Outside, the wind howled against the stone walls, a constant reminder that nature itself was warning us of what was coming. Inside, every decision felt like walking a tightrope, and I was the only one holding the balance. I’d already sent Peter to reinforce the borders, doubled patrols, extra guards, the usual precautions. But I knew that wouldn’t be enough.Not with Kael so close.Not with the Eclipse Star scouts moving quietly toward the neutral zone. I’d seen their faces, heard their questions. They weren’t just curious, they were hunting. And I could feel it in my bones. Kael was hunting her.Savanna.And that made everything more complicated.I pushed back from the table and stood by the window, staring out over the snow-dusted landscape. The mountains stretche

Menelik’s Point of ViewThe Royal crown was heavy as iron, but the pull of a fated bond that had arrived years too late was a different kind of pressure entirely. I leaned against the rough, mossy bark of a redwood, my eyes locked on the distant silhouette of the Eclipse Star packhouse. I needed clarity, the kind only the people who had given me life and the throne could provide.Closing my eyes, I pushed my consciousness outward, seeking the familiar, shimmering golden thread of my mother’s mind across the hundreds of miles that separated us.‘Mother?’The response was instantaneous, a surge of maternal warmth and regal power. ‘Menelik! My son, your silence was beginning to unravel my nerves. Where in the world are you?’I took a breath, letting the images of my journey flow through the link. ‘I’ve found her, Mother. The woman from the forest. The one who pulled me from the dark when I was just a boy. I found my Queen. Finally!’A mental scream of pure, unadulterated joy echoed in