Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn Luna Queen: Mated to His Big Brother: Kabanata 221 - Kabanata 230

|| Lilac’s POV || The council hall's heavy oak doors swung shut behind me with a finality that echoed in my bones. I pressed my palms against my thighs, willing them to stop trembling. The scent of melted flesh and wolfsbane still clung to my clothes, no matter how many times I scrubbed at my arms. Witches. In the council. Among us. A familiar laugh cut through the murmurs of departing Alphas. Elara waved. She was with Astrid and Madeline near the gardens, her auburn curls catching the afternoon sun. Madeline and Astrid flanked her, their smiles sharpening when they saw me. No. Not now. A lot had happened recently and I wasn’t ready to tell them everything. I forced my feet to move toward them, each step heavier than the last. "There you are!" Elara hooked her arm through mine. "We were starting to think you'd forgotten about us." Madeline's gaze raked over me. "You look radiant! What is Alaric feeding you these days?" Astrid elbowed h

|| Lilac’s POV ||The afternoon sun painted golden stripes across the hardwood floors of Alaric's study as I traced my fingers over the latest report. Five rogue hideouts burned to ashes. Very few casualties on our side. The tight knot between my shoulders loosened just a fraction.   Everything was going right for once.   The reports buzzed softly in my skull— the South border's clear. They were safe. Ezra had got a third watch. He would be heading back by dawn. Alaric would remain there with Alexander for next few days. I pressed two fingers to my temple. Just be safe out there, Alaric! Just be safe, Ez. Outside the window, the pack bustled with uncharacteristic ease. Children laughed near the training grounds where Marcus drilled warriors. Two she-wolves talked over herb baskets near the healing hut. Even the air smelled lighter, the usual tension replaced by something da

|| Lilac’s POV ||Dawn light crept through the war room windows as I rubbed the stiffness from my neck. I'd fallen asleep again at the strategy table, my cheek pressed against a map of the southern territories. The scent of ink and stale coffee clung to me as I blinked awake.A sharp knock startled me upright just as the doors swung open."Lilac."My dad stood framed in the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the morning light. Behind him, Alpha Daren waited with crossed arms, his sharp features set in a permanent scowl.I straightened, wiping at the ink smudge on my cheek. "Dad? What are you doing here?""You look like... devastating," Dad said bluntly, striding into the room. His boots left muddy prints on the polished floor."Good morning to you too," I muttered, pushing tangled hair from my face.Alpha Daren didn't bother with greetings. "Pack your things. You're being relocated to the Reventhorn Castle immediately."

|| Lilac’s POV || The moment I heard the news of Alaric's return, my teacup slipped from my fingers, shattering against the hardwood floor. The sound echoed through the suddenly silent kitchen. He's back. I was out of the door before the porcelain shards stopped spinning, my bare feet slapping against cold wood as I sprinted toward the packhouse. The evening air burned my lungs, but I didn't slow - couldn't slow. Not when every second apart had been its own special kind of torment. The packhouse loomed ahead, its windows glowing like watchful eyes. But something was wrong. The usual hum of activity had been replaced by an eerie silence, broken only by the occasional raised voice filtering through the study walls. I took the steps two at a time, my pulse hammering in my throat. The door was slightly ajar, and the heated debate within made my hand freeze on the knob. "—absolute madness!" Elizabeth's shrill voice cut through the tension. "The curse w

|| Lilac’s POV || Alaric didn’t speak as he lifted me into his arms, his grip firm yet reverent, as if I were something fragile and sacred all at once. The moment his chest pressed against mine, the dam inside me cracked. Tears I’d held back for weeks spilled over, soaking into the fabric of his torn shirt. He smelled of pine and blood and exhaustion, but beneath it all— home. His arms tightened around me as he carried me through the silent halls, his heartbeat a steady drum against my ear. The packhouse faded behind us, the night air cool against my heated skin. "You’re shaking," he murmured into my hair. I curled my fingers into his collar. "I thought you would never come back." His steps faltered. A ragged breath escaped him, his voice rough as gravel. "I will always come back to you." The door to our house creaked open, the scent of lavender and old books wrapping around us. Alaric didn’t set me down. Not when he kicked the door shut behind us