All Chapters of Reborn as a dragon Queen : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Chapter 41: The Smell of Lies

Ayla’s POVI sat up slowly. The morning air was cold on my skin. I looked right into Thorne’s hard eyes. I kept my face empty.“I could not sleep,” I said, my voice flat. “The ground is hard. The forest is full of strange sounds.”Thorne’s jaw got tight. A muscle jumped in his cheek. “You are lying.”The words were sharp, like a knife thrown between us.Before I could say another word, his hand shot out. He grabbed my arm, just above the elbow. His grip was like iron bands. He yanked me up to my feet in one rough pull.“What are you not telling me?” His voice was a low growl. The camp was starting to wake up around us, but he did not care. “I see you watching. I see you not sleeping. What do you know?”I tried to pull my arm back. It was like trying to move a stone wall. “There is nothing to tell,” I said, keeping my voice steady even though my heart was pounding. “I am just careful.”“Careful?” He gave a short, nasty laugh. He pulled me closer. His face was so near to mine I could fe

Last Updated : 2026-01-07

Chapter 42: The Walls Between Us

Ayla's pov My own anger roared up, hot and bright. His last words, you’ve changed, were a key turning in a lock. He saw something. Good. Let him see. I shoved at his chest. withe the strength of the two beasts that lived in me. He stumbled back a step, surprise flashing across his face. “Yes, I have changed!” I hissed, my voice low and fierce. “I am tired of you telling me where to stand and how to breathe! I am tired of you treating me like a doll you can lock away! If you cannot handle it, you can rot!” I stepped toward him, my heart a drum of fury. “And I saved Maddie’s life! Or would you rather I sat and watched her throat get torn out? Would that make me a good, obedient Luna?” Thorne’s hand shot out and grabbed my arm again, his grip so tight it hurt. But I saw it now, past the anger. “I would rather you not risk YOUR life!” he roared. The sound was not just anger. It was raw. It was rough. It was… fear. For me. The realization hit me like a bucket of cold water. My h

Last Updated : 2026-01-07

Chapter 43: Those eyes

Ayla’s POV Caius’s eyes on me felt like bugs crawling on my skin. But I kept my face still. Empty. I was Liliana now. Liliana and Ayla might have been broken before, but I, Ayla, will fight for both of us. Thorne felt it too. He moved, just a small step, but it put his big body partly in front of mine. A wall. A claim. “Alpha Caius,” Thorne said, his voice like cold iron. “We are here. As we agreed.” Caius’s smile got wider. It was not a friendly smile. “Alpha Thorne. You honor us with your presence. And this,” his winter-blue eyes slid back to me, “We meet again Luna Liliana" He said my name again looking for any sort of reaction. I gave him none. I looked right back, my own eyes cold. “Come,” Caius said, waving a hand toward the big, stone house. “You must be tired. We will show you where you will sleep.” Sylvia, his Luna, stepped forward. Her smile was like a pretty painted mask. But her eyes, when they looked at me, were full of a sharp, hot hate. She remembered me. Not Ay

Last Updated : 2026-01-08

Chapter 44: Agatha's story

Ayla’s POV My heart hammered so hard I thought it might crack my ribs. I pulled the old woman inside, my fingers gentle but urgent, and shut the door fast, leaning against it. She stared at me, her eyes wide. But not with knowing. It was with a deep, sweet sadness. A longing. “Forgive me, Luna,” she whispered, bowing her head. The tray in her hands shook. “For a moment… your eyes… in this light…” She stopped, shaking her head like she was scolding herself. A soft, sad smile touched her wrinkled lips. “You must think I am just a foolish old woman. My mind plays tricks in the dark.” “No,” I said, my voice coming out softer than I meant. “I do not think you are foolish. Tell me. What did you see?” She looked up, and her gaze traveled over my face. It was not a stare. It was a caress. A memory. “You look like someone I loved,” she said, her voice breaking on the word. “A girl. A sweet omega girl who was here a long time ago.” A single tear escaped, tracing a shiny path through the d

Last Updated : 2026-01-08

Chapter 45: The Poisoned Feast

Ayla’s POV I could not tell Thorne. If I told him someone meant to poison my wine, he would demand to know how I knew. He would pull the truth from me with his cold, hard stares. He would see the fear I had for this place. He would see Ayla, not Liliana. No. I had to face this alone. I had to be watchful. The great hall was loud with voices and the smell of roasted meat. Torches flickered on the walls, throwing dancing shadows. The Bloodfang Pack filled the long tables, their faces rough, their eyes sharp. They watched us like we were fresh prey. I sat beside Thorne at the high table. He was a wall of quiet power. Cain and Maddie sat further down, looking too pleased, like cats who had found a bowl of cream. Across from us sat Caius and Sylvia. Caius wore a smile that did not touch his winter-blue eyes. Sylvia’s smile was a pretty, painted thing. Her gaze kept sliding to me, cold and curious. A servant came to pour the wine. A young girl, her hands shaking. She filled Caius’s cu

Last Updated : 2026-01-09

Chapter 46: The Taste of Poison

Ayla’s POv My legs went soft, like warm wax. The world tilted. The loud hall, the bright fires, the watching faces, all of it began to slide away. I stumbled. Strong arms caught me before my knees hit the cold stone floor. Thorne. He pulled me hard against his chest. His body was unyielding as a cliff face. He looked down at me, his expression dark and stormy. “What is wrong?” he demanded. His voice was low but sharp as a blade. His hands gripped my arms, his fingers biting into my skin. “I am fine,” I tried to say, but the words came out slow and thick, like mud. My tongue felt heavy and useless. “Just… dizzy. The fire is too hot.” But my legs would not listen to me. They folded under me like wet cloth, with no strength left at all. Thorne did not ask again. He swept me up into his arms, holding me so tight it stole my breath. He turned, a deep, vicious snarl ripping from his throat. The sound was pure, undiluted rage. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?” he roared across the sile

Last Updated : 2026-01-12

chapter 47: The cursed gift

Ayla’s POV My eyes snapped open in the dark. The hunt. The stupid ceremonial hunt to “honor” Thorne. It was the perfect place for an accident. A stray arrow. A fall from a horse. A sudden animal attack. No one would question it. I tried to push myself up, but my body was heavy and weak, like a sack of wet sand. My limbs trembled. I fell back against the pillows, my heart pounding with frustration. Thorne was asleep in the big chair he’d pulled beside my bed. Even in sleep, his face was not peaceful. His brow was furrowed. His jaw was tight. He looked like a man fighting battles in his dreams. A part of me, a stupid, soft part, wanted to wake him. To tell him everything I’d heard. But I had no proof. Only the whispered words of traitors in a dark hall. He would demand names. He would act with all his blunt, brutal force. And we would be trapped here, surrounded by enemies with their plans exposed too soon. No. I had to be smarter. I had to be ready. By the time grey morning ligh

Last Updated : 2026-01-13

Chapter 48:The Trap Springs

Ayla’s POVThe warriors’ words echoed in my skull like a death bell. Strangles the wolf form... die quick...The cool moonstone at my throat felt like a serpent coiled against my skin. Every instinct screamed to tear it off. But I couldn’t. Not here, in front of everyone. It would be an open accusation. It might even trigger the curse early.I needed to get it off safely. In private. I needed to not shift. Not even a little.Thorne finished his talk with his captain and turned back to me, his gaze sharp. “Ready?”No. I was not ready. I was walking into a forest with a noose around my neck.“Yes,” I lied, forcing a calm smile.The hunt began. We rode into the dense woods north of the Bloodfang stronghold. The atmosphere was tense, a thin veneer of ceremony over deep suspicion. Thorne rode close to my side, his eyes constantly scanning the trees. Cain and Maddie were nearby, their faces alight with a cruel, eager kind of excitement.Caius and Sylvia led the party. “The great stag of the

Last Updated : 2026-01-14

Chapter 49: The Fire Inside

Ayla’s POVWaking up felt like climbing out of a deep, black pit. My body was heavy. My mouth was dry. There was a strange silence in my ears, like after a loud noise.Slowly, the world came back. The soft feel of a bed. The smell of clean sheets and healing herbs. The dim light of a room I knew. Sun Palace. My room.I opened my eyes.Thorne was there. He was slumped in a chair pulled right up to my bed. His head was bowed, his face buried in one hand. He looked... tired. Worn thin. I had never seen him look like that.When my eyes opened, he moved. Fast. He was up, leaning over me. His hands came to my face, his grip rough. He turned my head, looking into my eyes. His thumb pressed against the pulse in my throat. His hands were shaking. Just a little bit.“Say something,” he ordered. His voice was a dry rasp, like he hadn’t used it in days.“My head hurts,” I whispered. It was the truth. It throbbed.He let out a sharp breath. He took his hands from my face, but he didn’t move back.

Last Updated : 2026-01-15

Chapter 50: The Dangerous Game

Ayla’s POVI did not look away from Thorne’s hard stare. I did not let my eyes drop. I held his gaze, even as his fingers dug into my wrist.“It is not about wanting him here,” I said, my voice steady. “It is about not looking weak. If we hide here after what happened, we look afraid. We look like we are scared of them.”His eyes narrowed. He did not let go. “We are not scared of them.”“I know that,” I said. “But do they? Do the other packs who watch us? If we invite Caius here, to our land, it shows we are strong. It shows we control the game. We can set the rules. We can watch him on our territory, not his. After the hunt… people will talk. They will say there was an attempt. A peace treaty here, in Sun Palace, stops those whispers. It makes us look like the wise ones. The strong ones.”I was using his own language. Strength. Control. Power.He listened. I could see his mind working behind his dark eyes. The politician in him saw the sense. But the possessive wolf in him did not tr

Last Updated : 2026-01-18

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