Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn For Revenge: The Alpha’s Heiress : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Night of Change (Vera's POV)“No!” I screamed, my eyes snapping open, heart pounding, expecting the rogue lair’s flames and Grandpa Gideon’s fading mind-link. Instead, Lana’s face hovered before me, her amber eyes wide with feigned concern, her hair braided like six years ago, before her betrayals. My wolf stirred, its growl wary as I scanned the bar—human chatter, stale beer, and rogue scents lingering. Neon lights pulsed across the dance floor. My body stiffened—this was the bar Lana took me to the night before my eighteenth birthday, claiming to celebrate my pack initiation. I glanced at my hands, expecting scars from silver chains. They were smooth, delicate. My breath hitched, the moon’s pull whispering in my blood. I’d been reborn, thrust back to where the tragedies began.Lana pushed a glass of lemon water toward me, her voice sweet. “Vera, you look pale. Drink this, it’ll help.” I stared at the glass. My wolf snarled, a chill gripping me. Six years ago, I trusted her, drin

Bonds (Vera's POV)The man fidgeted under Gabriel’s scrutiny.His warmth gone, and replaced by an icy edge as his alpha aura flared. “Take her home. Now,” he barked at his beta, striding to a black Maybach without a glance my way. The engine growled as he sped off. My wolf huffed, confused, my heart stuttering. Was he two-faced? His scent unique scent had stirred my soul moments ago; now he was the ruthless Nightmoor alpha, cold and distant.The beta turned to me, eyes earnest. “Miss Vera, I’ll take you home. Boss’ll skin me if I don’t.” My wolf bristled at Nightmoor’s interference, but rogue scents lingered from the alley, a reminder of danger under the full moon. Safety first—I’d deal with Gabriel’s issue later. “Fine,” I muttered, following the beta to a nondescript SUV, my soaked clothes clinging to my skin as the rain’s chill seeped into my bones.The drive to my pack’s stronghold—an old mansion built in the suburbs, its stone walls a front for our pack’s territory—was silent,

The Vow (Vera's POV)I jolted awake, a scream trapped in my throat. My chest heaved, drenched in sweat, the feel of silver chains searing my wrists. I could still hear their laughter—Lana’s high, cruel cackle, Damon’s guttural snarl echoing through the rogue lair. Fire consumed the whole room while I burnt. The suffocating scent of smoke clung to my lungs even as I gasped, my body trembling. But when I opened my eyes, the nightmare slipped away, chased by warm sunlight streaming across my room.I wasn’t in the lair. I wasn’t shackled or bleeding.I was home.Safe. Alive.Reborn.The morning light spilled across my covers like a blessing, and my wolf stirred inside me, still restless but soothed by the familiar scent of the pack stronghold—pinewood, cinnamon, and the faint musk of wolves going about their morning. I sat up slowly, heart thudding like a war drum. This wasn’t a dream. I had been granted a second chance—an unthinkable gift from the moon goddess herself. My past was noth

The Video (Vera’s POV)My heart pounded as the screen flickered above the Starfang Pack’s initiation hall, my wolf clawing at my chest, ready to strike. I didn't want to think too much about the person hiding but I couldn't. So I took a deep sniff of the air and surprisingly I couldn't identify who the person was.The moonstone necklace burned against my skin, its ancient pulse urging me forward as I stood on the dais, the pack’s eyes locked on me. I temporarily forgot about the stalker as I focused on the moment.This is my moment—the night I reclaim my place as heir and bury Lana’s lies. Her AI-faked photos, meant to brand me a disgrace, are seconds from being replaced by the video of her alley torment, a trap she set for me now turned against her.But as the crowd hushes, a shadow flits beyond the hall’s windows, dark and swift. My wolf snarls, sensing danger. Did all these happen in my past life?Grandpa Gideon stands beside me, his alpha aura steadying my nerves, his silver ha

Lana’s Plea (Vera’s POV)My wolf snarled as Lana’s amber eyes gleamed with venom, her pitiful act barely masking the rogue’s heart that’s betrayed Starfang Pack for years. The initiation hall’s madness still remained on my mind for a long time even after everyone had left, her alley video exposing her disgrace, the pack’s growls turning on her. Now, standing in her dimly lit guest room at the stronghold, I watch her cling to Mom, begging for a way to bury the truth. I play the innocent heir, hiding my hacker’s secret, but a chilling howl slices through the night outside. My claws itch—is it Lana’s rogues, or has Gabriel’s Nightmoor pack come for me?The guest room smells of lavender and rogue tang, Lana’s scarlet dress swapped for a silk robe that does little to hide her trembling. She kneels before Mom, tears streaming, her voice a practiced whimper. “Auntie, please, you have to believe me—the video’s a lie, AI-faked to ruin me!” Her amber eyes flick to me, hatred flashing before