All Chapters of Reborn to the Alpha’s Obsession: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Chapter 51: The forgotten room

Thalia's POV Walking through my husband's study tonight felt different—silent, yet charged with a suffocating mystery. The second night since Lysander's departure to the Black Forest border dragged on painfully slow, as if time itself was playing a cruel joke on me. The master bedroom, usually filled with the warmth of his body and the comforting scent of pine, felt as cold as ice. I couldn't sleep at all. Every time I tried to close my eyes, the bloody visions of my first life replayed like an inescapable nightmare, clawing at my sanity. To calm my chaotic thoughts, I decided to wander around the castle. My aimless steps somehow brought me to a halt right in front of the double mahogany doors leading to Lysander’s private study. "Am I even allowed inside?" I murmured hesitantly to myself, staring at the cold doorknob. Normally, this place was a forbidden zone for anyone in the castle, without exception. But as his wife—the High Luna he practically worshipped—the guards in

Chapter 52: The blood key

Thalia's POV The blood lock seal on this box demanded a drop of life fluid from my trembling veins. I stepped closer to the stone pillar inside the hidden room, my breath completely trapped in my throat. The air inside this secret compartment felt thick, almost unbreathable, heavy with centuries of dust and forbidden energy. The ancient silver box was no larger than a thick book, but the heavy aura it emitted made the surrounding air freeze instantly. Tiny crystals of frost began to form along the edges of the stone pillar, creeping outward like frozen claws. On the lid of the box was an intricate, highly detailed carving of a wolf howling beneath an inverted crescent moon symbol. My heart dropped at the sight, a cold dread pooling in my stomach. It was the symbol of an ancient forbidden ritual, strictly outlawed by all packs centuries ago. "What kind of magic are you keeping in here, Lysander?" I whispered into the darkness, my voice shivering with fear but consumed by a

Chapter 53: The horror of the past

Thalia's POV The dates on these letters were written clearly, long before I was executed in my first life. My heavily trembling hands slowly reached into the cold silver box, my fingers brushing against the fragile parchment. Lifting the first stack of letters, I felt the paper texturing beneath my fingertips, incredibly dry and brittle. The musty scent of old paper and dried ink immediately pierced my nose, bringing back the heavy, dark atmosphere of the past—an atmosphere I thought I had left behind in the graves of my previous existence. Carefully, my shaking fingers untied the black silk ribbon, letting it fall to the floor like a dead snake. I unfolded the first sheet of paper, the crisp sound of the parchment loud in the dead silence of the night. My breath hitched violently in my chest. My eyes locked onto the top right corner of the letter, reading the sequence of numbers written there. I blinked rapidly, thinking the dim moonlight was playing tricks on my mind.

Chapter 54: The prison of rebirth

Thalia's POV "Her blood must flow upon the Crescent altar for the time reversal ritual to activate," my husband's journal read, the thick black ink seemingly mocking me. Every single syllable felt like a white-hot iron branding itself directly onto my soul. My vision blurred, reeled, and fractured as I stared down into the depths of the silver box. At the very bottom of the container, which now felt less like a hidden treasure and more like a claustrophobic coffin for my shattered heart, lay a small notebook bound in silver leather. It was Lysander's personal journal. A meticulous, handwritten record of my damnation. With tears continuously streaming down my pale cheeks, burning hot against my cold skin, I roughly flipped open the fragile pages of the journal. My breath hitched in my chest, a desperate, choking sound echoing in the empty study as I searched for answers to the absolute madness I had just uncovered. The handwriting on these pages appeared messier and more

Chapter 55: The shadow in the study

Thalia's POV The suffocating silence of the study was suddenly shattered by the faint, distinct creak of the heavy door hinges behind me, making the fine hairs on the back of my neck stand up in instant, primal alarm. I gasped violently, a sharp intake of freezing air hitting my lungs. I instantly turned around with whatever microscopic strength I had left remaining in my trembling limbs, wiping away my hot tears with a harsh, defensive swipe of my sleeve. Standing right at the threshold of the double mahogany doors, silhouetted terrifyingly against the cold, dead darkness of the long corridor, was a massive, familiar figure. Lysander. The man had returned. He was home a full day earlier than scheduled, defying the reports Brandon had delivered to me just this morning. His massive black cloak looked incredibly filthy, caked in mud and torn violently from the frantic dust of a long, relentless journey. There were fresh, splattered droplets of dark blood drying across his si

Chapter 56: Rage and retribution

Thalia's POV "You let them torture me... you let that dagger rip through my throat until I died just so you could possess me in this life!" I screamed, tears of deep rage burning across my face. My voice shattered the silence of the room with a vibration of raw emotion so violent and painful that the massive glass window behind us rattled slightly as if about to crack. Tears poured down uncontrollably, washing away every last bit of the fake happiness and foolish love I had enjoyed over the past three months. Every sweet morning, every tender kiss, every single word of devotion he had whispered into my skin—it was all a lie. A calculated, blood-soaked illusion. The pain of his betrayal felt so physical and real in my chest, as though my throat was truly being torn open all over again by Vance's cold blade in the past. My breath came in ragged, hyperventilating gasps. I looked at the man I had learned to love, and all I saw was a monster draped in royalty. "Thalia, calm down. Let

Chapter 57: The Fall of the Sovereign

Lysander’s POV "I would turn back time and let this entire world crumble ten times over just to have your soul back in my arms, Thalia," I hissed. My voice cracked. It wasn’t the voice of a Lycan King who held entire continents in a chokehold, nor was it the voice of the cold, untouchable Obsidian Sovereign. It was the voice of a broken man, one who had waited centuries in the suffocating silence of eternity just to see those eyes look at me again. I collapsed onto the cold marble floor. I, Lysander, the master of this realm, was now kneeling at Thalia’s feet. I wrapped my arms around her knees, burying my face, wet with hot, stinging tears, against the thin silk of her nightgown. I could feel her body trembling, but I didn't care. My pride? That had died the very first day I watched her soul flicker and fade on that cursed altar. "You don't know..." my voice shook, muffled by the fabric of her dress. "You have no idea what kind of hell I endured while watching your blood soak

Chapter 58: Poison Behind the Promise

Thalia's POV I let out a bitter, jagged laugh. The sound hung in the air, discordant and ugly in a room that now held nothing but the scent of blood and rotting resentment. The opulence of the chambers felt like a sick joke, a gilded cage designed to stifle the screams I had been holding back for an eternity. "You turned back time for me?" I repeated, my voice dripping with venom. "This wasn't for love, Lysander. You did it because you couldn't stomach the reality that there was something in this world you couldn't possess." I looked down at the man who was still clinging to my knees like a lifeline. He looked so small right now, so utterly shattered. It was a terrifying sight, seeing the King of the Lycans, the creature who had leveled armies with a flick of his wrist, reduced to a weeping shell at my feet. But underneath the facade of his tears, I could still feel the wild, rhythmic thrumming of his heart—the heart of a predator who would never, ever release its grip on its prey.

Chapter 59: Conquest Upon the Black Silk

Thalia's POV The room felt as though it were shrinking, the air growing heavy and suffocating until nothing remained but the thick, intoxicating scent of Lysander’s musk. I stood there, rooted in the center of the chamber, my skin crawling and burning under a gaze so intense it felt as if he were stripping me bare, layer by agonizing layer. "Do you really think you can run from me after everything I sacrificed to possess you, Thalia?" His voice was a low, guttural hiss that vibrated deep in his throat, a sound that bypassed my ears and went straight to the primal dread coiled in my stomach. His massive, calloused hand shot out, not with hesitation, but with the cold, ruthless precision of a predator closing in on its prize. He gripped my shoulder, the fabric of my thin nightgown offering no resistance. Srak! The sharp, jagged sound of silk tearing echoed violently in the sudden silence of the room. "Thalia, you belong to me," he growled, his eyes darkening to a shade of molten

Chapter 60: The Crushing Obsession

Thalia's POV Our breathing was still ragged, filling the room with the thick, cloying heat of passion that had yet to burn itself out. Lysander wouldn't grant me the mercy of rest. He shifted, forcing me to roll over until I was prone, my face pressed into the softness of the silk pillow, while he took total control from behind. The position was humiliating, making me feel utterly exposed, a soft target beneath the massive, unrelenting weight of his body. "You’re so tight, Thalia," he hissed, the vibration of his voice sounding like a predatory purr against my spine. "Like you were forged for no one else but me." "Stop... ah! Lysander, please... this is too much!" I pleaded, my knuckles turning white as I gripped the bedframe, my nails digging into the wood. "Too much?" he mocked, his hand landing a sharp, possessive slap against my hip. "Or is it exactly what you’ve been craving all along?" He started moving again, his speed ramping up until every impact felt like a lightni

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