Semua Bab Reborn For Revenge: The Alpha’s Heiress : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Bloodclaw’s Ultimatum (Vera's POV)My boots sank into the muddy initiation grounds, the stormy sky roaring as the Bloodclaw messenger’s words—“Return the shard, or Starfang burns”—rang in my ears. His scroll lay crumpled in my fist, its chilling message—“We know where it is”—making my wolf snarl. My moonstone necklace pulsed, my alpha aura flaring as I faced the pack, their eyes sharp with fear and anger. Lana’s scream from hours ago, her fury at my broadcast exposing Damon, still burned, and Eleanor’s defense of her stung worse. Could I stop Bloodclaw, or was a traitor about to doom us all?Thunder rumbled, rain spitting on my torn leather jacket. My raven-black hair clung to my face, my emerald eyes scanning the crowd. Gideon’s praise in the council hall—“Vera’s evidence stands”—gave me strength, but Eleanor’s demand to reconcile with Lana cut deep, her distrust a blade. Gabriel’s scent—pine, sharp—lingered from his shadow at the grounds’ edge, his coded message—“I’m with you”—st

Moonstone Shadows (Gabriel’s POV)We had just arrived in my car and I was leading her to a place I never thought I would ever lead an outsider.Her scent—crisp leather and a hint of starlight—cut through the damp air, pulling me back to her emerald eyes, sharp with distrust. My heart pounded, not from the threat, but from her closeness, her breath hitching as we ducked into Nightmoor’s archive.The heavy oak door slammed shut, muffling the storm. Dusty tomes lined the walls, moonlight streaming through cracked windows, casting silver streaks across Vera’s face. Her raven-black hair clung to her cheeks, her leather jacket glistening, and that moonstone necklace glowed faintly. “Gabriel, what is this place?” Vera asked, her voice sharp, eyes scanning the shelves. She crossed her arms, suspicion rolling off her like heat.“Nightmoor’s archive,” I said, stepping forward. “Old records, moonstone lore. Stuff you need to know.” Her eyes flicked to mine, emerald and piercing, and my wolf s

Father’s Wisdom (Max’s POV)My boots thudded against the hardwood floor of Starfang’s private quarters, the dim lamplight casting long shadows across the room. Vera’s words from the council hall—“I won’t apologize”—rang in my ears, her defiance against Eleanor’s ultimatum twisting my gut. I’d pulled her out of that torchlit chaos, away from Lana’s smirks and the pack’s divided glares, but her pain clung to her like the damp leather jacket on her shoulders. My daughter, my alpha heir, was breaking under the weight of betrayal, and I’d be damned if I let her face it alone.I shut the heavy door, muffling the distant hum of the pack. Vera stood by the window, her raven-black hair loose, her moonstone necklace glowing faintly against her pale skin. “Vera,” I said, my voice low, stepping closer. “Talk to me.”She spun, her eyes flashing, a faint glow sparking in them. “She’s choosing Lana over me, Dad,” she said, her voice raw, trembling. “How do I fight that?” I crossed the room, my

Into the Breach (Gabriel’s POV)My boots splashed through puddles as I sprinted toward Bloodclaw’s main hideout, the closed factory looming like a beast in the night. My wolf snarled, claws extended, eyes glowing keeping an eye out, as I led Nightmoor’s scouts through the shadows. Vera’s message—“We hit the factory now”—burned in my mind, her voice sharp from the war room comm. Gideon’s rejection still stung, but her call for help had pulled me like the mate bond, her wildflower scent haunting me even from miles away. But even without her call for help, there is no way in hell I was going to let her face that shameless pack alone.Could we breach Kael’s defenses before he crushed Starfang?The factory’s rusted gates creaked in the wind, traps hidden in the dark. I signaled Jace, my beta, his dark eyes sharp, claws out. “Flank left,” I whispered, my voice low, rough. He nodded, slipping into the shadows with three scouts, their human forms silent, claws retracted until needed.Vera

Trap’s Edge (Gabriel's POV)My heart hammered as the electrified bars caged us in, Kael’s mocking laugh—“Welcome to the end, little heir”—ringing in my ears. The corridor’s flickering lights cast jagged shadows, the air thick with the stench of blood. My claws sprang out, my amber eyes glowing, my wolf snarling to break free. Vera stood beside me, her emerald eyes blazing, her moonstone necklace pulsing as she hacked the trap’s controls, her aura a storm. My black coat was torn, from my fights earlier, but the mate bond roared, her wildflower scent grounding me. Could we escape Kael’s trap before things get out of hand?“Keep it together, Vera!” I growled, my voice rough, claws slashing at the bars. Sparks flew, the metal sizzling, but it held firm. “Working on it!” she snapped, her voice tight, her raven-black hair falling loose. I don't know how she did it, but she still managed to bring a hacking tablet here without it breaking.Her claws twitched, retracted but ready, as the