Semua Bab Reborn for the Lycan king : Bab 101 - Bab 110

Aria’s POV Lowell entered, bowing his head respectfully. “My King, my Luna.” His tone carried weight, urgency. “I have news for you, king Eros.”Eros’s jaw tightened and his eyes flickered toward me, then back to Lowell. “Later.” He said hastily. “We’ll talk about it later.”Lowell hesitated, clearly troubled, but finally bowed again and left.Suspicion knotted tighter in my chest, “What was that about?” “Nothing you need to concern yourself with.”I hated the way he said it. Too gentle, and too dismissive.“Now you’re hiding something from me.”His gaze lingered on me for a heartbeat, unreadable, before he shook his head. “It’s not entirely like that.”“Then like how?” I pressed, because his words didn’t feel like the truth.But before I could press further, someone else entered. It was Ronan.He yawned, stretching his arms lazily, his usual easy smirk plastered across his face. “Morning,” he drawled. “I’m so exhausted.” He exhaled, still yawning. Eros’s brow lifted. “It’s jus

Aria’s POV “You didn't interrupt us, not at all,” I said smoothly, though my throat was tight. “We were just talking.”Cassia bobbed her head nervously, her hands twisting in her apron. “Yes, my lord. It was just small talk.”Ronan’s smirk curved, faint, but his eyes didn’t soften. “Small talk,” he repeated, almost as if he were testing the words on his tongue.The air in the room grew thick, stifling.“Thank you for the coffee,” I said firmly, picking it up though my hands trembled. “That was kind of you.”“Anything for family,” he murmured, then lingered just a heartbeat longer than necessary before walking away.The moment the door clicked shut, I exhaled so hard my chest ached. Cassia looked at me with wide, panicked eyes.“You think he heard us?” she whispered.I pressed my lips together,“I’m not sure, but I think he didn’t else he would have confronted us about it”But suspicion clawed at me, relentless. Ronan’s sudden kindness was as chilling as a blade pressed to your back.I

Aria’s POV The words punched the air from my lungs, what?!I shook my head violently. “No—no, you have to try again! Please try again!”“I’m sorry, Luna,” he said softly. “The poison was swift. She never stood a chance.”The poison?The word rang in my ears, rattling through my bones. My eyes fell back to the mug on the floor. She was killed with a poisoned coffee?My stomach churned, images tumbled too fast in my mind. Cassia’s wide smile, her chatter about Eros, the way she’d promised to help me with Ronan. My chest squeezed until I thought I might break in half.Someone killed her, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.But who could it be?And why would they kill such an easy going person like her? Yes she talked too much, but that was it, and her talks were fun. Who could have done this… then my thoughts drifted to the last person I had seen with a cup of coffee. Ronan. He was there last night, sneaking in the shadows. He had brought me coffee himself earlier, standing

Aria’s POV And I was left carrying the weight of her mother’s pleas. Since her death, the chamber was thick with unease. The torches along the walls spat and flickered, painting shadows across the faces gathered around the long oak table. The elders sat in silence, their expressions grim, while Lowell stood at Eros’s side, his arms folded, his sharp eyes cutting through the restless murmurs of the guards.On the table lay the cracked vial, the poisoned cup, and Cassia’s folded apron. Each item seemed to hum with the weight of her absence.Eros had been pacing, his long strides eating up the stone floor. His aura pressed against the walls like a storm too vast to be contained. Finally, he stopped, planting his palms flat on the table.“We all know that Cassia’s death was no accident,” he said, voice low and dangerous. “And until I have the truth, no one is above suspicion.”His words rang out like a verdict. A murmur ran through the room, maids shifting nervously, guards exchanging un

Aria’s POV He cut across the fields, his gait relaxed, as though someone hadn't died mysterious in the pack house some days ago. I waited for him to sneak, to slip away into the shadows like he had that night, but he didn’t. He went straight to his quarters, door closing behind him with a quiet thud.He didn’t attend any secret meeting. He had no masks on. No signs of guilt whatsoever. I just stood there in the cold night, feeling like a fool.Day after day, I tried again. Watching him. Asking carefully-worded questions. Searching for cracks in the story Ronan had woven so neatly.But nothing came.No secret vial.No witnesses.No trail.It was as if Cassia had truly poisoned herself.And the more I looked without finding any evidence, the more the doubts crept in.Maybe I was wrong.Maybe I was so desperate for Cassia’s innocence that I was chasing ghosts.Maybe Ronan wasn’t hiding anything at all.But my gut twisted, refusing to let me believe it.Because every time I saw his smi