All Chapters of Reborn For Revenge: The Alpha’s Heiress : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Motives Unraveled (Vera’s POV)My wolf raged at the memory of Damon’s betrayal, claws itching for revenge as the thought of his false mate bond tore through me. The Starfang Pack stronghold hummed with tension, it felt as if after my Grandpa’s threat about dealing with anyone found wanting for what happened to Lana, everyone seemed to be suspecting each other.No one wanted to get on the bad side of the Alpha.I linger in the corner outside her guest room, the moonstone necklace pulsing hot against my chest, urging my alpha blood to rise. Lana’s hushed argument with Damon, her hissed orders about the tutor plan confirmed their scheme to break me. But as I’m about to head toward the stronghold’s exit, my wolf freezes as I look out the window. A sleek black car with Nightmoor’s crescent emblem idles in the shadows. Is Gabriel watching, his vow pulling me closer to danger?The shadows in the corner I stood hid me well, the stronghold’s stone walls cool against my back as Lana’s voice

Mom’s suspicion (Vera’s POV)My wolf whines as Mom’s cold words cut deep, fracturing our bond like glass under a claw. “Vera, you’ve pushed Lana too far,” she accuses, her voice sharp as silver in the Starfang Pack stronghold’s study, the air thick with tension. The viral video of Lana’s alley disgrace still burns in my mind, my revenge perfectly executed, but Mom’s blame stabs harder than I expected. My moonstone necklace pulses hot, urging my alpha blood to rise, but the weight of Gabriel’s gift—his star-and-moon necklace and note, “For my mate”—tugs at my wolf, stirring the fated bond I'm trying my best to ignore. As I try to defend myself, a hacker alert pings on my phone—someone’s tracing my alias. My claws itch. Is it Gabriel, closing in on my secrets?The study’s oak-paneled walls feel like a cage, the early morning sun streaming through the window casting long shadows. Mom stands by the desk, her elegant frame rigid, her eyes colder than the night I died in the rogue lair,

A Hacker’s Edge (Vera’s POV)Deciding to ignore whatever was giving me the creeps, I continued to enjoy the mouth watering delight. My wolf purred as I bit into the cream cookies, its rich sweetness melting on my tongue, a fleeting comfort in the Starfang Pack stronghold’s tense atmosphere. The Nightmoor seal on its wrapping taunted me, Gabriel’s shadow seemed to loom closer with every move I made. The moonstone necklace pulsed hot against my chest, amplifying my alpha instincts, urging me to stay sharp. I’m hacking to keep tabs on my enemies as well as to counter Damon’s tutor plan, my fingers flying over my laptop to protect Starfang from his and Lana’s schemes. But a new message pinged, chilling my blood: You can't stop me. My claws itch—is it Gabriel, Lana, or someone else closing in on my secrets?The library’s leather-and-wax scent grounded me, moonlight spilling through the arched windows, glinting off the moonstone’s star-and-moon pendant. Its ancient power hummed, a stea

Damon’s Game (Vera’s POV)My claws itch as Damon’s face appears, my wolf raging with a hatred that burned hotter than the moonstone against my chest. The Starfang Pack stronghold’s training room smells of sweat and steel, its stone walls echoing with the weight of my past life’s betrayal—Damon’s false mate bond, his guttural laugh as he locked me in the rogue lair, Lana’s silver-laced gasoline searing my skin. Now, he stood before me, posing as my tutor, his eyes glinting with a charm that once broke me. I play the naive pupil, hiding my vengeance, but Lana’s smug gaze from the corner chills me—she’s plotting, and Damon’s her weapon. As he steps closer, his gaze lingered, as if he suspected something. My wolf snarled—does he sense my rebirth?The training room’s high windows let in slants of moonlight, glinting off the moonstone necklace, its star-and-moon pendant pulsing with ancient power. My alpha blood stirs, a raw force I’m learning to wield, unlike the weak pup I was when D

Shards of Power (Vera’s POV)My wolf snarls as Gabriel’s coded message glares from my laptop screen: I know it’s you. The words chill my blood, his Nightmoor shadow creeping closer in the Starfang Pack stronghold’s library. I had always suspected he was the one trying to figure me out but with this little message, and his defenses down, it was easy to trace its source.The moonstone necklace burnt against my chest, its star-and-moon pendant pulsing with ancient power, urging my alpha instincts to rise. I’ve outplayed Lana, exposing her alley disgrace, but her tutor plan with Damon threatens to break me. Being in the same room with them practically everyday was driving me crazy. I vowed to unmask them at the next opportunity, but then I remembered nobody was going to listen to me unless I had unrefutable evidence.Right now, they were yet to make any serious moves. So I could only bid my time and watch for any slip ups. Not wanting Gabriel to know anymore about me or my plans, I re