Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn For Revenge: The Alpha’s Heiress : Kabanata 181 - Kabanata 190

Whisper of the Starheart (Vera's POV)By the time the moon climbed to the top of the skylight, Starfang’s library looked like a war zone.Scrolls, old leather books, and glowing tablets covered the long oak table in the center. Empty coffee cups and snack wrappers filled the spaces between. We had dragged almost every file tagged “moonstone,” “first alpha,” “balance,” and “don’t touch” into one pile.Cee’s sketches sat in the middle. The star-shaped heart. I stared at that drawing until my eyes hurt. The moonstone at my throat sat heavy and lifeless.Gideon stood at the far end of the table, arms crossed, reading glasses low on his nose. Max sat to his right, flipping through a brittle book with careful hands. Eleanor moved like a ghost between shelves, plucking more records down.Gabriel sat next to me, shoulder pressed warm against mine, his tablet balanced on one knee.“Okay,” Cee said, rubbing her temples. “I think my brain is soup.”“Same,” I muttered. “Cursed soup.”Gabriel’s

Road to the Observatory (Gabriel’s POV)The road curled like a scar along the coast, narrow and dark, the ocean breathing beside us. I kept one hand on the wheel, the other loose on my thigh, trying not to stare at Vera every two seconds.She sat quiet in the passenger seat, chin tipped toward the window. The sea was black tonight. No moon on the water. Just mist rolling in slow sheets, like something alive was crossing our path and never quite leaving.Her fingers worried the edge of her moonstone necklace. Twist. Release. Twist again.The bond tugged in my chest. Not pain. Not fear. Static. Like bad reception inside my ribs.“Hey,” I said, keeping my voice light. “If you’re trying to burn a hole through the ocean, it’s not working.”She blinked, pulled back from whatever dark place she was in. “What?”“You’ve been glaring at the water for five minutes,” I said. “It’s starting to feel judged.”She huffed. “Sorr

Starfield Labyrinth (Gabriel's POV)The edge of my platform shimmered like heat over stone.I took one step closer and crouched, dragging my fingers through the light. It didn’t feel solid. It didn’t feel like anything. Just cold pressure, like the moment before a fall.I leaned out.Nothing waited below me.No floor. No sky. Just endless dark, swallowing the stars whole.“Yeah,” I muttered. “That tracks.”My wolf paced under my skin, claws scraping, wanting ground, wanting blood. I pulled it back with a breath and straightened.“Vera,” I said, loud. “Talk to me.”Her voice came from the dark, sharp and steady. “I’m here. Don’t jump.”“I wasn’t planning to,” I said. “Just checking how much this place wants me dead.”“Answer’s yes.”I huffed. Relief hit me. I turned, scanning the void until I saw it—another platform flaring to life across the dark. Smaller and brighter.Her silhouette stood there, hands on hips like this was an inconvenience.Nyx drifted between us.She didn’t walk. Sh

False Guide (Vera's POV)The fence sagged inward like it had given up.Rust flaked under my fingers when I pushed it aside. The metal groaned, loud in the quiet. Too loud.“This place is dead,” Dax muttered behind me.“Dead doesn’t mean empty,” Jace said.I didn’t answer. My skin prickled. The compound sat low and wide, half swallowed by vines and pine needles. Broken satellite dishes leaned at odd angles, like snapped wings. Windows were boarded up, but not carefully. Someone had left in a hurry. My necklace pulsed once. Not bright. Uneven.Cee’s voice crackled in my ear. “Readings are spiking and dropping. Like something’s breathing.”“Love that for us,” Jace said.Gabriel moved closer, shoulder brushing mine. Solid. Warm. His presence steadied the noise in my head.“You feel it too?” he asked quietly.“Yeah,” I said. “And I don’t like it.”We split up along the outer fence. I took three steps—and froze.A figure moved near the old loading bay.“Contact,” I said.Dax lifted his rif

Standing With the Heir (Eleanor's POV)The monitors kept time for me.Soft beeps. Steady. Too calm for the way my chest felt.Vera lay still beneath white sheets. Her skin looked pale, almost washed out, like the light had forgotten her. Healers moved around the bed in quiet loops, murmuring, adjusting lines, checking readings.Her aura barely stirred.Gabriel sat beside her, a chair dragged too close to the bed. His hands were wrapped in clean bandages, already seeping through. He didn’t notice. His fingers stayed curled around Vera’s, like if he let go she’d slip somewhere he couldn’t follow.“Drink,” I said.He didn’t look up. “Later.”“You’ll pass out.”“Later,” he repeated.I let it go.Max stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed tight, jaw locked. He hadn’t spoken since they brought her in. Gideon joined us moments later, his presence filling the room like a locked door.“How bad?” Gideon asked.I didn’t soften it. “Her reserves are torn. Not gone. But strained.”“Nyx,” Max s