Semua Bab Reborn For Revenge: The Alpha’s Heiress : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Games (Gabriel's POV)Outside, evening shadows crept long across the dirt, spilling inside the tent and making the corners seem darker than they should have been.The priestess’s voice still echoed in my skull, each syllable sinking like claws into my mind: her claim of creating the moonstone. I could almost hear it ringing in my head, drowning out reason.My amber eyes narrowed, heat prickling behind them as I stepped forward. My voice cracked the silence like a whip.“Explain!” I barked, though the sharpness of the sound couldn’t disguise the faint tremor in it—shock, rage, disbelief, all tangled together.Vera reacted before anyone else. Her fingers, slim and practiced, flew over the glowing screen of her device. The click of her nails against the glass was the only sound in the silence, until she slammed through the priestess’s outer aura in the hologram she projected. A faint glow flickered around the woman like candlelight through mist, its layers rippling as Vera peeled them

Unrest’s Edge (Gabriel's POV)The main hall of Starfang was chaos when I stormed in at dawn. Wolves in half-shifted forms shouted over one another, voices colliding into a storm of rage and fear. The scent of sweat and musk choked the air, thick with suspicion.My wolf bristled at the sight. This wasn’t unity. This was fracture.A burly wolf from my pack shouldered his way to the front, his fur bristling, his gaze locked on Vera like she was prey. “We can’t trust her!” he bellowed, spittle flying from his lips. “She’s not one of us!”The words struck like a blow, my chest tightening. Rage bubbled up from the pit of my stomach. My fists clenched at my sides, claws itching to tear him apart. But before I could rip his throat out, Vera stepped forward.Her emerald eyes blazed, steady as steel, even as dozens of hostile glares bore down on her. Her fingers curled briefly at her sides before she raised a hand, the gesture simple but commanding. The noise wavered, some voices dimming in

Ritual’s Call (Gabriel's POV)The forest was filled with shadows as we charged into Shadowfang’s sacred grove. Dusk painted the sky, and the air was thick with the coppery stench of spilled blood. The grove itself seemed alive—branches clawing like skeletal hands, roots snaking through the soil as if trying to trap us inside. At the center, a grotesque altar dripped with red, its stones soaked from countless sacrifices.And at its peak stood Varkis.His hulking figure loomed, shoulders hunched as he chanted in a voice that wasn’t entirely his own. The blood around the altar swirled unnaturally, glowing red as it pulsed to his rhythm. My chest tightened at the sight.My amber eyes burned, fury surging. “Stop him!” I roared, my voice cutting through the grove like a war horn. My claws unsheathed with a metallic screech as I lunged forward.Beside me, Vera sprinted, her emerald eyes blazing with determination. She whipped out her phone, the screen’s glow almost holy against the darkness

Corruption’s Grip (Gabriel's POV)The healer’s tent smelled of herbs and blood. Smoke from burning sage coiled through the air, but it did little to mask the sharp tang of fear that clung to my throat. I sat on the edge of the cot, holding Vera against me as if I could shield her from the curse gnawing its way inside her.Her body convulsed in my arms, every shudder hurting me. The moonstone at her neck once a gift of power was now blackened like tar, veins of corruption crawling outward with every pulse. “Fight it!” My voice cracked, harsher than I intended, but desperation burned through me. My wolf clawed at the edges of my skin, ready to rip apart anything that dared take her from me.The flap of the tent burst open, and Eleanor swept inside, her hair loose and wild, robes half-torn from the earlier battle. Her eyes widened when she saw Vera, but she didn’t falter. She moved straight to the cot, hands already glowing faintly.“Hold her,” she commanded, voice sharp, all trace of

Priestess’s Truth (Gabriel's POV)I held Vera close in Starfang’s victory hall, the cheers of two united packs shaking the walls. The noon sun spilled through the high windows, washing the hall in gold. For the first time in what felt like lifetimes, the weight pressing on my chest lifted.The priestess was gone—at least for now—and the grove had been cleansed. Wolves raised mugs, their voices raw from howling, the scent of blood and smoke still clinging to their skin. It wasn’t peace, not yet, but it was victory.I brushed my lips against Vera’s hair, inhaling the faint mix of her new scent, starlight and steel, sweet and sharp. “We won,” I said, my voice rough, too choked with pride to be steady. My eyes locked on hers, glowing emerald in the sunlight, steady and fierce. She smiled, and the sight burned into me.Her fingers curled around my coat, pulling me closer. The moonstone at her neck glowed with a warm, golden light instead of the black taint I had seen before. “Finally,” s