Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn for the Lycan king : Kabanata 91 - Kabanata 100

Aria’s POV “You gave me my home back when I had nothing. You are the reason my family lives. For that, I will stand beside you until my last breath.”Another followed.“You are more than a king. You are our shield, our sword. You carry us when we cannot carry ourselves.”Another.“You saved my mother.”“You gave me purpose.”“You taught me what loyalty truly means.”One by one, they read, voices overlapping, until the air itself seemed heavy with devotion.I glanced at Eros, his jaw clenched tight, his eyes shone brighter than the candlelight, and his fists curled at his sides as though holding back a flood.Finally, he broke into something I had only seen once.In two strides, he was in front of me, his hand gripping the back of my neck as he pulled me into a hug, fierce, consuming, his heart pounding hard against mine.For a moment, I froze. No one touched me like this, not even Darren. No one held me like I was something precious. But then my body betrayed me. My arms lifted, wra

Aria’s POV My throat closed, but the words pushed through anyway. “I saw what he wanted and it wasn't me, it was never me. He wanted my crown. He wanted my father’s pack. And if I had gone through with it he would’ve destroyed everything my father built. I couldn’t let that happen.”For a moment, the only sound was the fire crackling. Eros’s jaw worked, something dangerous flickering in his eyes.“You did the right thing,” he said finally, his voice rough. “If you’d gone through with it, he would’ve broken you. And I-” He broke off, shaking his head, running a hand through his hair. Then he looked back at me, hia gaze burning. “Aria, I would rather die than let anyone hurt you. You hear me? If it takes my last breath, I’ll protect you.”The weight of his words pressed against me like a storm. No one had ever said something like that to me, no one, not like this. It was raw, unpolished, fierce.My defenses trembled.“You can’t promise that,” I whispered, though my voice shook. “Not

Aria’s POV “I wanted to forget about my problems for a while.”His brows furrowed, but he didn’t argue. He just searched my face, as if he could read the words I wasn’t saying.Silence stretched between us, thick with everything I didn't want to say. His thumb lingered at my chin, his gaze locked to mine. And suddenly the world outside the room melted away.My breath hitched. I couldn’t look away. His eyes darkened, soft yet piercing, and I knew he felt it too, the pull, the weight, the dangerous comfort of being too close to him.For a second, I thought he’d lean closer and kiss me. For a second, I thought I’d let him.Then a shout tore through the air outside. Loud, Urgent and terrifying all at once.“HELP! SOMEONE... HELP!”Both of us jerked back, the moment shattering like glass.Eros’s hand fell away, and his expression shifted. It was no longer soft, no longer vulnerable, but hard, commanding, the king in him slamming back into place.We didn’t waste a second, together, we ru

Aria’s POV And as I followed him back inside, the plan took root like a dangerous seed inside me: I would find a way to leave this place last night to protect my father, in order to outwit Darren.Even if it meant keeping secrets from the man fate had bound me to.The night wrapped around me like a cloak as I slipped from Eros’s packhouse. The cool air stung my cheeks, but I welcomed it as it kept me alert. Every step I took toward my father’s pack felt like walking a tightrope over fire. One wrong move, one sharp sound, and I could screw everything.By the time I reached my pack gates, my chest was tight with both fear and longing. This was home. My home. And yet I felt like a ghost moving through it, unseen, and unwelcomed.The halls were dark, only the faint glow of lanterns left burning low for the night guards. My footsteps made no sound against the stone floor. I counted the steps without meaning to, thirteen to the staircase, twenty-four to the landing, then down the east hall

Aria’s POV I wanted to confront him, to demand answers, but my throat locked and I couldn't. Not here, not now. I didn’t want him to know that I was outside at such an hour, and I didn't want anyone to know my secret either. So I did the only thing I could. I slipped away, every step trembling, my pulse thundering like war drums in my ears.By the time I reached the living room, my wolf was restless, my human mind no calmer. I climbed the stairs to my room as quickly as I could, praying to the Moon Goddess that no one saw me.Once inside, I leaned against the door, my breaths shallow, my hands still shaking with the thought of Ronan in black, masked and moving like a stranger in his own home.I didn’t want to think about what that could mean, so I pushed the thought away and tried to focus on the immediate problem: fix myself before someone came into my room and found me like this in this black robe. The dress clung to me, damp with sweat from running. I tugged at the ties, strippi