Todos os capítulos de Reborn Luna: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

KeithMy father’s office always feels too small when we’re in it together. The smell of old leather and pine oil clings to everything—the chairs, the maps on the wall, even the heavy drapes that guard the windows from the morning light. He sits behind his massive oak desk, fingers steepled, his sharp eyes fixed on me like he’s dissecting my every thought before I can speak it.I pace the length of the room, trying to keep my thoughts straight. “I thought most of the Lycan lines would’ve died out by now,” I say finally, my voice low, controlled. “Except for ours, of course. We descend from the original line. The others… they shouldn’t exist. And now you're telling me that assumption is wrong.”My father leans back in his chair, the leather creaking. “It's what the royal family wanted the masses to believe. In our family, only Alphas would know the truth. I would have told you sooner, but you went after Hope right after you ascended," he admits, tone calm and even, like he’s discussing

CamilleThe reports are stacked in front of me like a tower of failures. The paper smells of ink and sweat, a constant reminder that my pack bleeds resources faster than we can replace them. Rhys stands across the table, his hands clasped behind his back, posture military sharp. He doesn’t flinch at the silence stretching between us. That’s why I keep him—he doesn’t speak unless there’s something worth saying.I flip another page, scanning the latest incident reports. Patrols doubling on the borders, scouts sighting unmarked wolves near the valley. I can practically taste the unease creeping through the ranks.“Unrest is growing,” I say finally, not looking up.Rhys shifts his weight. “Yes, Your Majesty. The banishment of the Nightshade pack stirred more trouble than we anticipated. They had… more allies than we accounted for.”I look up, then, meeting his steady gray eyes. “How many?”“Too many to ignore.” He moves closer, dropping another set of papers on the table. “We’ve identifie

CamilleThe moon sits low tonight, its pale light spilling through the tall windows like cold water. The corridors are quiet—too quiet for a castle full of soldiers and servants. That suits me. I need silence to think.Rhys’s reports keep circling in my mind. Blue Rock territory. Keith. Tessa.The two of them meeting gnaws at me like a wound that won’t close. I overlooked Tessa. I thought that putting her in the position of Alpha and the death of her sister would be enough to seprte her from Keith but it looks like I might have been ovr confident in that. She is a powerful Alpha but what I’m most concerned about is the connections of the Blue Rock pack. All it would take is for them and there allies to take the opposing side and I’d have a premature issue on my hands.I’m not a fool. I know loyalty fades fast when kings change and alliances shift.I leave the council chamber and head toward the private communications room, deep in the eastern wing. The air grows cooler as I descend th

KeithThe stars are endless tonight.I lie back on the soft blanket, staring up at them, my fingers brushing against hers. Hope’s laughter ripples through the quiet meadow, and I can’t help but smile. It’s the kind of sound that turns the air warm, even when the night is cool.“You’re not even listening,” she teases.“I am,” I lie.She raises an eyebrow, her head tilted. “Really? Then what did I just say?”I grin. “Something about… stars. And how they’re jealous of how beautiful you are?”She rolls her eyes but laughs anyway, nudging my shoulder. “Smooth, Keith.”“I try.”We’re sitting on a blanket in the middle of nowhere—just the two of us, a picnic basket, and the night sky. It’s not real. I know that. Somewhere deep down, my brain whispers it over and over: *You’re dreaming.* But I don’t want to wake up. Not yet.Hope reaches for the bottle of wine between us, pouring a little into my glass. Her hands are steady, graceful, every motion familiar. “I was saying,” she continues, “tha

StevieThe forest breathes around me. Every inhale feels like the trees themselves are whispering secrets I’m too distracted to hear. Damp leaves press against my palms as I crouch low behind a fallen log, eyes scanning for any sign of movement.Denver is out there somewhere—silent, watchful, waiting.I should be focused. Stealth training isn’t a game; it’s survival. But no matter how many times I remind myself, my mind keeps drifting to the meeting that’s waiting for me after this session. Alpha Keith. My secret. My mother. Everything I’ve hidden for years.If he kicks us out…I swallow hard and shake my head, pushing the thought away. No. Don’t go there. Not now.A faint crunch of a branch somewhere to my right. My heart skips. Denver’s close.I shift silently, hugging the tree line, my breath steady, my steps light. The rest of the enforcers are spread out through the woods, paired off for stealth rounds. My target is Denver—same as always. He’s my favorite to track because he’s go