Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn Luna Queen: Mated to His Big Brother: Kabanata 211 - Kabanata 220

|| Lilac’s POV ||Alaric walked around the desk and stopped before an old chest. The ancient chest creaked as he opened it, releasing the scent of dried herbs and old blood. Sunlight streamed through the study windows, illuminating a haunting illustration: a beautiful witch with emerald eyes and silver hair, her hands raised over a kneeling Alpha whose veins blackened where her magic touched him.   "Three hundred years ago," Alaric's voice was gravel, "Alpha Erebus Nightshade was entangled with a witch for practicing dark magic. With her dying breath, she cursed our bloodline." His finger traced the witch's snarling face. "No Nightshades Alpha will be able to find their mates. Any Nightshade who takes the throne without their true mate will wither within a year."   I knew the story already but it felt different to hear it from him. I shivered. "Your mother—"   "La

|| Lilac’s POV || The forest blurred around me as I sprinted toward the packhouse, my bare feet slapping against the damp earth. Endora's words echoed in my skull with every frantic heartbeat— pregnant, mate, curse, heir, throne. The afternoon sun filtered through the canopy, dappling the path ahead, but all I could see was Alaric's face when I'd tell him. Would his eyes light up with joy? Would his strong hands tremble as they touched my stomach to find the trace of a tiny heartbeat? Or would fear overtake him— fear of the curse, of the throne? The packhouse loomed ahead, its stone walls cool against my palms as I braced myself, gasping for breath. Just tell him. But how? ‘Hey Alaric, guess what? We're mates and I'm carrying your child— oh, and by the way, this breaks your centuries-old curse! But you just have to mark me.’’ I groaned, pressing my forehead against the door. This needed finesse. I exhaled before opening the door. My heart was pound

|| Lilac’s POV || The sunset bled across the sky in streaks of crimson and gold, but the beauty of it did nothing to ease the restless dread coiling in my chest. I sat by the window, fingers gripping the sill until my knuckles turned white. Where was Alaric? He should have been back by now. He only went to see Elias. Did something have happened? A cold whisper of unease slithered down my spine. Runa, my missing wolf, howled faintly in the depths of my mind— a distant echo of warning. Something was wrong. I shut my eyes, forcing my breathing to steady. Focus. The wind carried no scent, no sound— just a suffocating silence. And then, like a ripple in water, a vision flashed behind my eyelids. Teeth. Blood. A sea of rogues crashing against the pack borders. My eyes flew open. "No—" I was moving before the thought fully formed, my bare feet slapping against the polished floors as I sprinted through the house. My fingers fumbled

|| Lilac’s POV || The minute streched and the growls from upstairs died slowly. It was over. I felt it in my heart. Then the door burst open. Garry stood there, panting, his clothes torn. "Everyone okay?" His eyes locked onto my bloodied arm. "Luna, you are bleeding." "Later," I cut in, forcing myself to stand. "The rogues?" "Gone. For now. You were right— their numbers were massive, but we were ready." "How are our warriors? Is everyone ok?" I asked. "No casualties. Just injuries. We have moved them to the healing center. Endora isn't here as her students are tending to them now." Garry explained. "Good." I moved toward the door. "I’m going to help." " But, Luna, you’re hurt—" he protested. I didn’t stop. Because this was my pack now. And I would bleed for them. But where was he! Why wasn't he back yet? ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ || Alaric's POV || The tires of my car screamed against the gravel as I skidded

|| Lilac’s POV || The council chamber smelled of polished oak and tension. My fingers tightened around the delicate teacup as I watched the amber liquid swirl, catching flickering candlelight. The air hummed with quiet conversations and the clink of fine china, a civilized prelude to what I knew would be anything but civilized. One week until the election. One week until the world changes. Unless the alpha king does something. I glanced at Alaric who was standing in a corner. His jaw was set in that familiar stubborn line, the one that meant he was holding back words better left unsaid. These days, it seemed permanently etched into his features. Alexander rose, his chair scraping against marble floors. The room quieted instantly. "Before we begin," he said, raising his glass, "let us honor those who will lead us into our future." His eyes swept the room, lingering on each contender in turn. "May the Moon Goddess grant wisdom to whoever takes the t