บททั้งหมดของ Reincarnated as My Alpha Bully: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

(CADEN’S POV)“Forgive my comments, sir—” Conrad grunted as he strained to steer my much larger and unsteady body forward. “But why do you decide to drink this much every time we’re on an important mission?”I could hear the frustration in Conrad’s voice, but I wasn’t in the mood to explain myself. A heavy weight settled on my chest. For some reason, however, I smiled.Yeah, I wondered to myself—why indeed?Suddenly, a subtle sweetness drifted past my nose, almost like the nostalgic taste of a sour apple. I came to a sudden stop, my eyes scanning the hallway for the source of the scent.And then I saw her—a woman in a maid's uniform, standing by one of the windows. Her back was to us as she diligently cleaned the glass. A cleaning cart was parked nearby, and her fiery auburn hair caught the light. She had to be one of Atlas’ staff, but her demeanor seemed staged in my eyes.I watched as Conrad, ever vigilant, stopped to see what had caught my attention. He must have noticed the shift

(RHEA’S POV - IN ATLAS’ BODY)Crack!The sound echoed underneath me, and I felt the sharp give of muscle and bone beneath my massive paw.But before I could fully process the sensation, my body began to shift, shrinking back into human form. A cold sweat trickled down my forehead, mingling with the heavy breaths that escaped my lips.I looked down at my hands—red, trembling, and slick with blood.Was this what true power felt like?This feelings wasn’t the same as the exhilarating freedom I felt during training with Atlas. No, this was different.This was terrifying.My eyes darted to Conrad’s lifeless body on the ground. The sight sent a jolt of reality through me, pulling me from my thoughts.“Rhea! Close your ears!” Atlas’s voice cut through the chaos.I tore my gaze away from Conrad and looked at Atlas. The situation around us was dire. A pack of mindless, frenzied werewolves circled us, their eyes wild with bloodlust, ready to pounce at any moment.My instincts kicked in before m

(RHEA’S POV)Click, Bang!The sound echoed in my ears, a terrifying prelude to what I thought would be my last moment.I squeezed my eyes shut, expecting the agony of a bullet tearing through me. But instead of fiery pain, a sharp crack split the air as a whip lashed across my shoulder, sending a shockwave of pain that ripped a scream from my throat."Ah!"I staggered forward, disoriented by the unexpected assault, the familiar sting of the whip searing into my skin. I felt my hands were suddenly yanked together, bound tightly, trapping me in a helpless crouch.Blinking through the haze of pain, I opened my eyes to a sight both surreal and maddening—Atlas' backyard, the familiar basketball hoop taunting me with its normalcy in this twisted nightmare.And there she was—Kaida—still alive, standing above me in a loose T-shirt, her expression cold despite the blazing sun. Its heat pressed down on me. The dry air cracking my lips and parching my throat.Crack!Another lash struck, this tim

(RHEA'S POV)A flush crept across my cheeks, and if exhaustion hadn’t weighed so heavily on me, I would’ve fought harder to break free from Atlas’ firm hold.“You can put me down, Atlas. I can walk,” I murmured, my voice carrying a tiny hint of desperation.“No.” His reply was curt, unyielding.Realizing I wouldn’t win this battle, I gave up any further attempts to resist. Atlas was too stubborn to let me go, and I didn’t have the energy to spar with him over something so small.As I settled deeper into his embrace, I became acutely aware of the warmth radiating from his strong arms. It wrapped around me like a soothing balm, easing the ache that pulsed through my bruised and battered body. Cradled against his chest, I felt a sense of surrender creeping in, the tension in my back slowly unraveling as I melted into the safety of his hold.At first, I expected him to carry me to his chamber, where I could finally rest. But instead, he moved past it, continuing down the dimly lit corridor

(RHEA’ S POV )The lighter atmosphere immediately turned at Hera's arrival.“What’s wrong?” Atlas asked, his own voice laced with caution.He must have caught the crisp scent of mint in the air, because his gaze snapped toward the source—Hera, gliding beneath the vine-draped arches with a predatory grace that immediately put my nerves on edge.I felt Atlas tense beside me, a subtle shift as he moved in front, shielding me with his broad, sturdy frame."Greetings, Alpha Atlas." Hera’s voice dripped like honey, smooth and tainted with arrogance—the kind only a daughter of Geisterfell’s Alpha could wear so easily.She offered a curt nod, her calculating gaze flickering between us. "I believe this is our first official meeting. I am Hera Ragnorak of Geisterfell, daughter of Alpha Mortis."Atlas remained silent, his stance unwavering, eyes never leaving hers.From the corner of my eye, I saw Daisy stiffen. She took an instinctive step back before bowing deeply, as expected of a maid in such