บททั้งหมดของ Reborn For The Vicious Alpha: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

The women exchanged looks, but they didn’t argue with her. They just stood there, calm and unmoved as if death and magic had long become familiar to them.Freya's knees buckled.She sank to the earth, her hands trembling in the dirt, her breathing unsteady. Her mind reeled. What kind of trick was this? Had she been speaking to a ghost? Was it a vision? A memory? Or had someone something been pretending to be Seraphina?Tears pricked her eyes, but she didn’t let them fall. She clenched her fists in the dirt instead, her nails digging into the dry ground as disbelief and grief tangled inside her.Suddenly, a small hand reached out toward her out of nowhere.Freya looked up through blurred vision and saw a child standing before her—a little girl no older than five. Her skin was painted in soft yellows and white, her hair decorated with feathers, and in her small hand, she held a single wildflower with bright violet petals.The girl didn’t say a word. She simply stepped forward and gently

Elira paused in the underground chamber, her eyes centering on Penelope’s cell. Her lips curved into a slow smile as memories flooded back.Years ago, she had found a broken scroll hidden among Seraneth’s ancient texts. Its words were old, but they described a ritual no witch was ever meant to perform. She read it with trembling excitement, understanding it could change her life forever.First, it would break her half-witch, half-wolf curse that no one knew about. Elira had spent her entire life hiding her dual nature. She looked and acted like a witch, but inside, the wolf was always pulling at her, ready to be freed. Her strength and magic were wild and unstable. If done correctly, the ritual would free her fully—to harness both powers at once, without fear.Second, it promised something even more powerful. A title that hadn’t existed in centuries: the Sovereign Witch Alpha. A ruler over all realms—Earth, the Dark Realm, and the Spirit Plane. No one had ever held that power, until n

Torin’s legs were now heavy, dragging through the dirt path. Blood soaked the sleeve of his shirt, sticking it to the gash beneath his shoulder. His breathing was ragged and shallow. The trial through Nightveil had not just drained his body—it was wrecking his sanity too.He knew not what time it was but knew he had been walking for hours.He stopped, standing in the middle of the broken, eerie trail. The sky above was clouded in purple fog, and the trees swayed without wind. Every instinct in him screamed to turn back. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t be able to live with the thought that Tyler died because he didn’t brace himself enough to rescue him.His mind went to how it happened.Back then…He hadn’t always been this broken.He was Torin of Twilight Pack, strong, feared, and born to lead but Tyler was to be Alpha because people thought he was his elder brother. Their parents made people think so. But behind all the strength and reputation, he had carried a burden that wa

Freya couldn’t sleep that night. “The Crystal Throne shall be worn on the head of the one the Prime Hybrid mates after the curse is lifted.”That was the completed part of the scroll that Charlotte had given her. She tossed again, flipping onto her side, then onto her back, then sat up with a sharp exhale. Her head throbbed. Her chest ached with the pressure of everything Charlotte had said hours ago. Torin’s immortality. The rebirth of Zalkhar and Seraneth. The trio twins. The curse. And her—Freya—tied right in the middle like a tightly knotted thread.She stood up and paced the room she was given. It was dim, the only light coming from the oil lamp on the table. Shadows danced across the walls, matching the chaos in her head. She didn’t understand why it had to be her. Why was she chosen for this ancient weight? Thousands had been birthed since then. Why her?Her hands curled into fists.She paused in front of the mirror, staring hard at her reflection. “You’re in me, aren’t you?”

The ground beneath the runic circle trembled as Alice completed the final sigil. Blue light surged upward, curling through the space like smoke. The portal tore itself open before the gathered wolves, the energy crackling with a sound that vibrated through bone and air.Kiera, Freya’s confidant, watched with narrowed eyes, her fingers twitching like she was afraid. She glanced at Caleb. “This better be real.”Caleb didn’t respond. His gaze was fixed on Alice, hard and piercing like he was willing to read her mind. “If this is a trap, you won’t live long enough to regret it.”Alice, unbothered by their suspicion, turned toward Athena, who stood at the edge of the gathering, arms folded, face darting around. “You stay.”Athena blinked, masking her delight behind a mask of indifference. “Stay? Why?”Alice didn’t bother repeating herself. “Someone needs to remain here, in case Freya returns. It was the agreement.”Caleb cut in sharply. “It’s a good idea. Honestly, I wouldn’t trust you at