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Reborn to the Alpha’s Obsession 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
Reborn to the Alpha’s Obsession 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
Reborn to the Alpha’s Obsession 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
Reborn to the Alpha’s Obsession 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
Reborn to the Alpha’s Obsession 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.
Reborn to the Alpha’s Obsession 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
Reborn to the Alpha’s Obsession Chapter 37: The elder's demand
Thalia's POV "Even though the Crescent Pack has been utterly destroyed, that human must still undergo the Trial of the Labyrinth!" Elder Bram’s raspy voice bellowed, tearing through the tense silence of the grand hall. The harsh words echoed violently against the towering pillars of black obs
Reborn to the Alpha’s Obsession Chapter 35: Elena's fate
Thalia's POV "Your blood is far too filthy to stain this snow, Elena," I said coldly. I stood tall among the ruins of the shattered ice hut, looking down at the woman I had once called a sister in my past life. Elena was on her knees in the freezing slush, her arms pinned behind her back by t
Reborn to the Alpha’s Obsession Chapter 34: The alpha's tragic end
Thalia's POV Looking down at my ruined, blood-soaked ex-husband, I finally felt the cold touch of justice. The walls of the ice hut had completely shattered outward from the force of the ice magic I had unleashed moments ago. The chains that had bound my wrists were gone, melted away by the co
Reborn to the Alpha’s Obsession Chapter 33: Tears on the snow
Lysander’s POV "I will tear open the chest of every single wolf who dared touch my Luna!" I roared into the freezing wind. The sheer force of my voice unleashed a shockwave that sent massive sheets of ice crashing down from the cliffs surrounding the northern border. Thalia's scent—the sweet,
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