Todos os capítulos de The Rebirth Of Elena Rivers: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

ELENA'S POV"We are alone," Adrian said quietly. The voice barely whispers. It appeared in the doorway like a shadow. Like ghosts. I was restocking supplies in the medical storage room. Putting bottles back on shelves. Organizing medicines. Doing normal work. Normal Luna duties. But my heart jumped when I saw him. Always jumped now when he came near.He glanced down the hallway. Checking. Making sure no one is watching. No one is listening. No one saw us together. We have been so careful to maintain professional distance in public. So be careful not to look at each other too long. Don't stand too close. Not talk too much. But tension between us has been building for days. Like pressure building in a container. Like a storm building in the sky. Getting stronger. Getting harder to ignore. It's impossible to pretend not to be there.Adrian stepped into a small room. Closed the door behind him. Click sound when door shut. Space suddenly felt impossibly small. Like walls moving closer. Lik

ELENA'S POV "Told you, we need to be patient."Marcus' voice came through the study door. Low. Irritated. Angry almost. I stopped in the hallway. Frozen. Was just walking past. Just going to the bedroom. Just minding my own business. But the door was slightly ajar. Open just a tiny bit. Crack showing light from inside. And his voice carried through. Could not help but listen. Should not listen. I knew that. But feet would not move. The body would not go. I had to hear. Had to know. I had to understand what he was saying. Who he is talking to.The week had been terrible. Marcus' coldness toward me intensified every single day. Barely spoke to me at home anymore. Came to bed late. So late. Sometimes not until three or four in the morning. Left before I woke up. Before the sun even rose. Before I had a chance to see him. Talk to him. Pretend to be a normal married couple. When we did interact, his responses were short and dismissive. Like I'm not worth my time. Like I am a burden. Like

ELENA'S POV "Viktor has been making moves near borders."Warrior voices cut through the great hall. Seriously. Urgent. Worried. Word reached Silverpine Pack about Alpha of neighboring Bloodmoon Pack. Viktor. A name that made everyone tense. A name that brought fear. Name that meant danger. Marcus called an emergency pack council meeting moment and heard the news. All senior members gathered in the great hall within an hour. Everyone was required to attend. Everyone needed to hear this. Everyone needed to prepare for what might come.I attended as Luna. The role required my presence. Required to sit beside Marcus at the head table. Required to look concerned and supportive and united with mates even though inside wanted to be anywhere else. I wanted to be far away from him. Far away from his lies. Far away from his betrayal. But duty called. Role demanded. The mask stayed on. Elder James and other council members sat around a long table. Debating threat. Discussing options. Planning d

ELENA'S POV "Have contacts inside your pack."Viktor's words hit like a physical blow. Like a punch to the gut. Like a knife to the heart. He circled me slowly. Predator assessing prey. Wolf measuring victim. Alpha enjoying power over weaker wolves. Each step is deliberate. Each movement is calculated. Each second stretching into eternity. My wolf whimpered inside. Cowered deeper. I wanted to submit. I wanted to roll over. I wanted to show my belly. I wanted to survive. But I held firm. Hold ground. Held control even though inside screaming."Someone who has been feeding me information for months," he continued. Voice casual. Conversational. Like discussing weather instead of betrayal. Like talking about nothing instead of treason. "Details about your finances. Your defenses. Your leadership secrets. Everything. All packaged nicely. All delivered regularly. All very helpful for planning invasion. For planning an attack. For planning the destruction of your precious Silverpine."My he

ELENA'S POV "This is going to be wonderful."Sophia's voice grated on nerves like claws on stone. Like nails on a chalkboard. Like sound designed specifically torture me. Marcus insisted on hosting a formal dinner party at pack house. Claimed necessary to boost morale in light of external threats from Viktor. In light of danger circling. In light of fear spreading. But really just performance. Just show. Just another layer of lies painted over rot underneath. I spent the entire day preparing. Playing the role of the perfect Luna. Smiling at servants. Directing arrangements. Choosing menus. Selecting wines. Acting like a devoted mate. Like a happy wife. Like Luna proud of Alpha. Like everything normal. Like the world not falling apart. Like a conspiracy not closing in. Like death not waiting.Servants bustled around setting up the dining room. Moving furniture. Arranging tables. Placing settings. Creating beautiful scenes. Creating the illusion of prosperity. Creating a facade of unit