Semua Bab Reborn For Revenge: The Alpha’s Heiress : Bab 111 - Bab 120

Moonstone’s Truth (Vera's POV)I stood in a mountain temple, dusk casting long shadows across Rhea’s glowing altar. My necklace burned against my chest, its pulse syncing with my pounding heart as I faced her, the priestess’s dark eyes glinting with power. “What is the moonstone’s purpose?” I demanded, my voice sharp, my claws twitching. Her cryptic warning from the courtyard, “The shard’s power grows,” echoed in my mind, and I needed answers. What was the truth behind this relic?The temple smelled of incense and cold stone, the air heavy with magic. Rhea’s altar pulsed with runes, the stolen shard glowing in its center. Gabriel stood beside me, his growl low, his amber eyes locked on her, but her laugh cut through, chilling and sharp. “It balances power,” she said, her voice smooth, “but corrupts if misused.” My necklace seared, pain shooting through me, and my wolf snarled, sensing danger.Gabriel’s claws extended, his pine scent grounding me. “She’s stalling,” he muttered, his

Balance or Ruin (Vera's POV)I clutched the moonstone necklace, its pulse searing my skin like fire, the altar room’s collapsing stone shaking under my boots. Rhea stood across the chamber, her dark eyes gleaming, the shard glowing in her hand as the cracked altar pulsed with dark energy. My heart pounded, my aura blazing, but fear gnawed at me—Rhea’s taunt about the moonstone’s power to bind or destroy echoed in my mind. “We end this before it's too late!” I shouted, my voice fierce, facing her down. Could I master this power before it ruined us?The temple’s air was thick with dust and magic, the walls trembling as stones fell. Gabriel fought beside me, his claws slashing a Shadowfang guard, blood splattering him. His growl shook the air, his amber eyes fierce. “Stay sharp, Vera!” he yelled, his pine scent grounding me. I channeled the moonstone, its energy surging through me, my aura flaring bright, but pain seared my chest, my necklace burning hotter.Rhea’s laugh cut through,

Varkis’ Strike (Vera's POV)I dodged Varkis’s claws as he attacked once more, the moonstone shard glowing in his grip, its light casting jagged shadows across the collapsing altar room. The mountain temple’s stone walls groaned, dust choking the air, and my heart pounded, my necklace burning against my chest. “You will lose, Vera!” Varkis sneered, his voice dripping with malice, his feral eyes glinting. Rhea’s warning—“The true master comes”—still echoed, but Varkis was here, and I had to stop him. Could I take him down before he ruined us?The chamber reeked of blood and scorched stone, the altar’s runes flickering from my last hack. Gabriel flanked me, his fangs bared, his growl shaking the air.“Stay sharp!” he shouted, his pine scent grounding me as he slashed a guard, blood spraying his coat. I grabbed my phone, fingers flying to hack Varkis’s drone traps. “Got it!” I yelled, disabling one, its red light dying, clearing a path.Lana fought nearby, her claws ripping through a g

Summoning’s Edge (Vera's POV)I faced Rhea’s glowing moonstone altar, its pulse shaking my bones, the cave’s walls trembling with dark energy at midnight. My necklace burned, my claws out, my heart pounding as Rhea appeared across the chamber, her dark eyes glinting with malice. The glowing rune from the empty hideout had led us here, but her summoning was already underway. “Stop this!” I shouted, my voice fierce, my aura flaring. Could I halt her ritual before it unleashed hell?The cave reeked of damp stone and magic, the altar’s light casting eerie shadows. Gabriel fought her guards that had appeared alongside her, his roars echoing, claws ripping through fur and flesh. Blood sprayed, his pine scent grounding me. “Keep hacking!” he yelled, his amber eyes fierce, slashing a wolf. I grabbed my phone, fingers flying to hack the altar’s runes, its pulse slowing. Sparks flew, my necklace flaring, but pain seared my chest, the moonstone’s power testing me.Lana guarded my flank, her cl

Traitor’s Dawn (Vera's POV)I stood before the Starfang pack in the torchlit council hall, dawn’s light creeping through the windows, Rhea’s chilling words—“The traitor’s next”—burning in my mind. The cave’s collapse and the shadow beast’s appearance had left us battered, but Rhea’s escape and her warning pointed to a snake among us. I scanned the pack, their eyes wide, murmurs rising. Who had betrayed us?The hall smelled of wax and tension, the wooden benches packed with wolves, their growls low. Gabriel gripped my hand, his amber eyes fierce, his pine scent grounding me. I pulled the tampered moonstone shard from my pocket, its glow dim but jagged, hacked from the pack’s vault. “Someone is a traitor among us,” I said, my voice sharp, holding up the shard. Gasps rippled through the pack, their shock electric. My aura flared, testing the room, hunting for lies.Eleanor stepped forward, her hair glinting, her blade sheathed but ready. “We’ll hunt the traitor,” she vowed, her voice