Todos los capítulos de Reborn For Revenge: The Alpha’s Heiress : Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

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

Descent to the Heart (Gabriel's POV)The stairs blocked the light behind us.Stone pressed close on both sides, damp and cold. I watched Vera with every step.She didn’t rush. Didn’t slow. Just kept moving, jaw set, shoulders squared. Finally, she went down on a knee, one hand brushing the stone wall, the other clenched near her chest. Her breathing stayed even, but the bond told me the truth. Each step cost her.The air grew thick. Heavy. It pressed against my lungs and made my wolf anxious inside my skin.Moonstone energy.Too much of it.“You still with us?” I murmured.Vera didn’t turn. “Unfortunately.”I huffed. “That’s my favorite answer.”The stairwell narrowed. Roots pushed through the ceiling, hanging down like dark curtains. Water dripped somewhere below, slow and steady.The air grew thick the deeper we went. Moonstone energy clung to my skin, electric and sharp. My wolf paced hard inside me, restless, teeth itching like there was prey and danger and worship all mixed toge

Nyx Unbound (Gabriel's POV)When I was finally able to get my bearings, I didn't hesitate when Nyx began materializing. I stepped in front of Vera without thinking.My body moved before my mind caught up. Instinct. Bond. Alpha. I planted my feet and let the air break against my chest as Nyx finished pulling herself free of the Starheart’s shadow.She was heavier now. More real.Not taller. Not louder. Just… denser. Like gravity bent toward her. The cavern reacted—roots twitched along the walls, dust drifting down in slow sheets, the crystal heart cracking with sharp, echoing pops.Vera’s breath brushed my back. Steady and alive. Thank goodness.Cee staggered with a sharp cry and dropped to one knee, clutching her head. “I—I can’t—she’s too loud.”Dax swore and moved to her side. Max bared his teeth, shoulders low.Nyx smiled.Not wide. Not cruel.Satisfied.“Oh, don’t look so tense,” s

Starheart’s Claim (Cee’s POV)The magic thinned enough for me to see again.Not clearly. Never clearly down here. But enough.Vera stood at the center of it all, light still clinging to her skin like it didn’t know how to let go. The new mark on her wrist burned bright, a star wrapped in a crescent, layering over the old moonstone sign like two truths refusing to cancel each other out.For one terrible second, she didn’t move.Her eyes went distant. Empty. Not gone, almost like she was listening for something.I sucked in a breath that scraped my lungs raw.“That’s not normal,” I said, voice shaking despite myself.No one answered me.The cavern was quiet in the wrong way. The kind of quiet that follows a scream so loud it knocks the sound out of the world. A crack split the far wall, thin but long, and through it I saw night sky. Real sky. Stars blinking like they had opinions.Vera tilted her head slightly.Like someone was speaking to her alone.I felt it then. The pull. Not on my

Gathering the Wolves (Gabriel's POV)The valley stretched wide in front of us. Packs that once fought each other now stood shoulder to shoulder under truce banners. It felt like a fragile truce, like everyone was waiting for the first sign of weakness that would fracture everything. The Starfang guards flanked us, their presence more imposing than any other. Nightmoor’s wolves stood just behind them, a wall of protection. We were here to represent everything that was left of unity, and I could feel the weight of it in the air.“Just remember,” I murmured in Vera's ear as we moved through the crowd, “if they decide to test the bond, we’re ready.”As we walked, I couldn’t help but feel the shift in energy. The whispers behind us, half-respect, half-fear, told me everything I needed to know. They were watching us, not just as leaders, but as something more. Our bond wasn’t just about the alliance—it was about the way we moved tog