All Chapters of Reborn Luna Queen: Mated to His Big Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

|| Lilac's POV ||"You witch!" I shouted, fury and pain boiling inside me. My wolf howled in grief, but Kael didn’t flinch. He stood firmly in front of Coco—the woman who had taken everything from me. She smirked, smug and victorious, as I stared at my parents’ lifeless bodies.They were gone. Killed like criminals. And Kael had let it happen."Was she worth it?" I shouted. "Was Coco worth destroying the entire Royal Beta line?"The throne room, once filled with memories, now felt like a tomb. Kael stood tall and silent, cold eyes giving nothing away."Answer me, Kael! Or can’t you even see the blood on your hands? My father, your Beta, who fought for your throne!"Still, no answer. My voice trembled, but I forced myself to keep speaking."They fought for you. Day and night. They believed in you. I believed in you."Coco stepped closer, mocking. "Oh dear, it looks like our Luna has lost her mind."I remembered the first time she came to the palace. Scared. Quiet. Begging me for shelte

“Forgive me, my queen,” my mother’s voice broke through the silence, soft and apologetic. I turned to see her bowing slightly, her hands clasped in front of her. “She is a bit overwhelmed, it seems.” Her smile was strained, her eyes darting to me with a mixture of pride and concern. I wanted to tell her the truth, to explain that this was not overwhelming but a deep, seething resistance bubbling beneath the surface. But I couldn’t. Not here. Not now. “It is normal indeed,” Luna Cassandra replied, her voice smooth and reassuring. “Lilac is only eighteen, and we are bestowing a great responsibility upon her shoulders.” Her words were kind, but they did little to ease the turmoil within me. In my past life, this woman had been a pillar of strength, a figure I had admired and respected. But I knew the truth now. She had done everything for her son, Kael, even when it meant siding with him as he brought Coco into our lives. She had called it normal, a necessary part of life for an Alpha

|| Lilac’s POV ||The morning sun lit up my room as I woke up, the shadows of a restless night still lingering. My first thought was to reach out to Runa, my wolf. But there was no response. My heart raced as I tried again, but still nothing. She was barely there. Something was wrong. Why had I been given this second chance? It didn’t make sense. The smell of pancakes pulled me back to the present. Downstairs, I could hear the soft hum of conversation and the clinking of plates. It felt like home, like the life I’d fought so hard to protect. I dressed carefully—a blouse, a pencil skirt, and heels. As I walked downstairs, the smell of pancakes and coffee grew stronger. My family was in the kitchen. Mom was at the stove, flipping pancakes. Dad sat at the table with his coffee, and Ezra, my younger brother, was reading a book. He looked so much like Dad, with the same dark hair and sharp features. Everything felt normal, and I wanted to keep it that way. “Good morning, sweetpea,” Dad

For the first time, Kael’s carefully maintained composure cracked. He pushed up from his chair so abruptly that it scraped against the marble floor with a piercing screech. His palms slammed against the table, the impact echoing through the room like a gunshot. “Shut the fuck up!” he roared. The entire room fell deathly silent. A shiver ran through me, not from fear, but from exhilaration. The mighty Future Alpha King had lost control. I flinched, curling my shoulders inward as if I had been struck by his rage. My lower lip trembled, and I ducked my head, playing the part of the fragile, pitiful she-wolf who had been scolded for nothing more than speaking the truth. Let them see me as the wounded mate, let them whisper about how their future Luna had been humiliated in front of them all. Inside, I was smirking. The game had started, and I was winning. “Kael.” Alpha Asher’s voice boomed through the tense air, steady and commanding. “She will be your Luna. Treat her with re

|| Lilac’s POV ||The morning sun spilled through my curtains, painting my room in soft gold. I stretched, savoring the quiet... rare these days. The past week had left me raw, scraped thin, but I needed to pull myself together. Today was about moving forward. Then the doorbell rang. I frowned. Who the hell shows up this early? Padding downstairs, the marble floor cool under my bare feet, I hesitated before opening the door. And there he was. Kael. Of course. He stood on my doorstep, those golden eyes glinting like he’d already won something. In his hands? A massive bouquet of roses— deep red, velvety, expensive. The kind he used to bring me every time he screwed up. My stomach twisted. Back then, I’d thought it was romantic. Sweet, even. Now? I knew better. It wasn’t an apology. It was a reset button. A way to erase whatever he’d done, wrapped in pretty paper and thorns. "Good morning, Lilac." His voice was smooth, effortless. He held out the flowers like an offerin