Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn Luna: Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

KeithThe necklace shakes in my hand because I’m shaking. I’m gripping it too tight, the thin chain biting into my palm hard enough to break skin, but I can’t loosen my hold. My wolf paces inside me like a storm contained by ribs and bone, snarling, confused, demanding action.It’s hers. Her scent is on it.His voice is low, rough, almost afraid. My wolf doesn’t get afraid. Not usually.But I get it. Because I’m afraid too.I stare at the small charm dangling from the chain—Hope’s charm, the one she used to thumb when she was nervous, the one I buried with her. The one that should be six feet under stone and soil in Blue Rock’s mausoleum.Not here. Not in my hand. Not smelling like her.The maid’s words echo, Hope is alive, Alpha . King Camille is keeping her in the palace.I knew I would find something today but I never thought this would be it. I thought I would find how they put her into that death like slumber…Hope is alive, my mind whispers to me again.Bullshit. It has to be. I

RhysSomething is shifting in the air.I feel it before anyone says a word—an old instinct tightening at the base of my spine, my wolf lifting his head like a predator catching scent. The castle halls are quiet this morning, but not with peace. With anticipation. With strain. With something hidden moving beneath the surface.Two days.Two days since King Camille stood before the court and presented Raya as his mate.Two days since I caught Lina speaking with Alpha Keith in that shadowed hallway, her voice trembling just enough for me to notice, her back stiffening when I stepped into sight.Two days since she started avoiding me.And somehow, two days feels like two centuries.She’s hiding from us, my wolf growls, low and irritable. Go find her.I grit my teeth. I can’t. Not right now.Because if I go looking for her, if I follow the pull that drags at me every damn minute she’s out of sight, I’ll lose focus. And I can’t afford that. Not when everything around us feels like a powder k

HopeThe garden is warm with late-afternoon sunlight, the kind that turns every leaf into a shard of gold. Camille walks beside me, hands clasped behind his back, humming something old and melodic under his breath. I pretend I don’t notice the way he keeps glancing sideways at me, looking for signs—obedience, affection, maybe even awe. I give him none of those, but I smile anyway because a smile keeps him predictable.Rhys trails behind us, silent as the stone statues lining the path. His footsteps barely disturb the gravel. A guard, a shadow, an ever-watchful leash. My wolf bristles at him.Hate him, she growls, low and simmering. He watches us like prey.We keep the peace right now, I remind her. We survive. Then we run.Camille gestures to a patch of roses, their petals blushing into the warm air. “They’ve started blooming early this season. It’s a sign, you know.”“A sign?” I lift a brow.“That the kingdom is ready for its queen.” He smiles at me like this whole world already belo

XavierThe moon sits low and swollen in the sky, the kind of full moon that turns the world silver and the shadows black. I step into the clearing, the wild earth shifting unevenly beneath my boots. Rogue land. Unclaimed. Unforgiving.This is where the Lycans live.Where they’ve survived.After the great separation of shifters and lichens, the lichons chose to go back to their roots dwelling in simple, homemade villages and existing within their own clans.They're not known for making contact with the human world or even for immersing themselves in more modern conveniences than necessary, which I used to believe was a good thing until I saw the level of resentment that flowed between the hybrid lycanes and the shifter world.In their mind the shifters had abandoned them long ago.From the shifter's mind, they were too proud to abide by the rules of a species they believed was lesser than them.Both sides were wrong.But decades apart had made the differences feel like the roots of an

SteveI can still feel the imprint of Jace’s mouth on mine as we leave the training grounds. My lips are tingling, my pulse is racing, and every time he squeezes my hand, sparks shoot up my arm like my body is remembering him all over again.The night air is cool, crisp, smelling faintly of pine and the fading smoke from the evening cooking fires. Crickets chirp, a steady rhythm that helps steady me—but nothing can settle the wild storm in my chest.He kissed us, my wolf hums in a smug, satisfied purr. Finally.I try not to smile like an idiot, but it’s hard. “Finally” is exactly the right word.Jace walks half a step beside me, not ahead, not behind. Matching me. Watching every movement I make like it matters to him. And maybe it does—maybe all of this means more than either of us were ready to admit until now.We reach my cabin sooner than I expect. I pause at the door, key in hand, heart hammering.“Do you… want to come inside?” I ask, breath catching.It’s not meant to sound sugge