All Chapters of REBIRTH OF THE STORMWOLF: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

KRISTEN'S POVSleep was a stranger that night.I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling while Eliana’s steady breathing filled the silence beside me. Her presence should have soothed me, but instead, it set my thoughts into a frenzy. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—Arden—his calm, unshaken composure at breakfast, the teasing curve of his lips when he spoke, and the way Eliana’s eyes had softened when he leaned toward her.I hated that image more than I hated anything else in my life.My wolf paced inside me, claws digging deep, growling in a way that made my bones ache. She’s ours. Ours. Do not let him near her.I wanted to listen to him. I wanted to trust the unshakable truth of the mate bond, but doubt kept creeping in. Arden wasn’t just another man in my pack—he was something else entirely. Half wolf, half seer. He carried mystery like a second skin, and Eliana was drawn to it. I saw it, even if she tried to hide it.That whisper he had given her at breakfast still burned in my

It was almost midnight when the first whisper reached me.,The packhouse was quiet — too quiet — save for the faint hum of crickets and the wind’s soft breath against the windowpanes. Kristen wasn’t with me; he had been buried in late work at his office, overseeing reports from the southern border. He’d barely spoken at dinner, his mind miles away, his frustration simmering beneath every clipped answer.I’d told him to rest. He’d just kissed my forehead distractedly, muttered something about “unfinished patrol schedules,” and left. That was hours ago.Now, lying awake in our bed, I couldn’t shake the heavy stillness pressing against my skin. The packhouse wasn’t usually like this. Its heartbeat — the laughter, the footsteps, the murmured conversations — had dimmed lately, as though something unseen was coiling tighter around us all.I slipped out of bed, pulling my robe around me, the hem brushing the polished floor as I moved toward the door. Maybe a walk would help clear my thoughts

ARDEN’S POVThe moon was half-buried behind a bank of restless clouds, and the pack house had finally fallen quiet. From the open balcony outside my room, I could hear the sigh of wind moving through the pines—steady, familiar, yet heavy with something that didn’t belong.Her scent.Lira.It clung to the air like smoke after a fire—sweet, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. I had avoided her since her sudden appearance that morning, pretending she didn’t exist while my chest burned with guilt. But her emotions pulsed through the frayed thread of our bond. Rage. Betrayal. Fear. I had left her behind for good reason, yet the universe seemed determined to punish me for it.When I finally pushed open the door and stepped into the cool night, the world felt too still. I didn’t need to search for her. The bond, faint but stubborn, tugged me straight toward the training ground behind the east wing.She was there—leaning against a tree, silver hair catching the moonlight like strands of fros

When I woke, the world was quiet.The first thing I noticed wasn’t the golden light spilling through the half-drawn curtains but the warmth at my back—steady, rhythmic, grounding. Kristen’s arm was slung around me, his breath grazing the curve of my neck. For a long time, I stayed still, eyes open but mind lost somewhere between dreams and the pull of reality. The silence between us wasn’t heavy; it was the kind of quiet that hummed with what had been said without words.He stirred behind me, murmuring something I couldn’t catch, his fingers brushing against my wrist as if confirming I was still there. And I realized—he always did that. Even in sleep, Kristen searched for assurance, for proof that what he’d finally allowed himself to hold wouldn’t vanish when he woke.I turned in his arms, facing him. His hair was a tangle of dark gold, his lashes still wet from sleep. He looked younger like this, unguarded, as if the Alpha mantle had slipped off his shoulders for a moment. My heart a

KRISTEN'S POVThe chamber beneath the east wing had never been meant for comfort.Stone walls, no windows, a single torch flickering against iron bars — a place that stripped away pride and left only truth.Narvia sat chained to the center pillar, wrists bound in silver cuffs that hissed faintly against her skin. She didn’t look broken. If anything, she looked… entertained.Her eyes followed Eliana and me as we entered.“Two against one?” she said, voice lilting. “I must be more dangerous than I thought.”I ignored her tone. “You’ve cost this pack three lives in two weeks. You’ll forgive us for not taking chances.”Eliana stood beside me, her expression unreadable. The firelight carved shadows across her face, making her look every inch the Luna she was becoming — sharp, calm, formidable.I moved closer to Narvia, dragging a chair forward and sitting opposite her. “You wanted to be found,” I said.Her brow arched. “And why would I do that?”“Because you knew we’d stop hunting once we