All Chapters of Reborn for the Lycan king : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Eros’s POV He wasn’t born in the Shadow Court pack and only returned after school and since he was family, the herbalist didn’t bother asking him for it. I stood there in the quiet, staring at the flickering flame in the hearth. My heart pounded a dull rhythm against my ribs as Aria’s voice came back again, low and haunting. ‘What if someone here wants you dead?’Could she have known something? Seen something that I didn’t?Or was I just starting to see ghosts where there were none?I dragged a hand through my hair and turned back to the window. The rain had begun again, steady and cold, streaking against the glass. Beyond it, the forest stretched dark and endless and somewhere out there, my mate was asleep, fragile, haunted, and far too perceptive for her own good.If she’d been right about Cassia, if she’d been right about us having a traitor. Then I wasn’t protecting her from danger. I was keeping her inside it.I exhaled slowly, the sound breaking in the quiet. You see, Rona

Eros’s POVEverywhere went silent for a long time. His smile faltered just slightly, and his eyes searched mine, as if trying to read meaning into what I’d just said. “There’s no need for you to do that, King Eros. I can handle it.”“I insist,” I said, cutting him off with a faint smile. “You’ve already done enough tonight. Go rest. I’ll make sure the healer gets it before dawn.”He hesitated again, then finally nodded, his expression slipping back into something calm. “As you wish, my King.”He pulled a capsule from his bag, and pressed it into my palm. “There you go. Fresh as it gets.”I forced a faint chuckle. “Youre always prepared, aren’t you?”“Always,” he said, that familiar grin returning. “You never know when someone might ask for proof of your loyalty.”He said it lightly, but the words sat heavy between us.Then I turned and walked away, feeling his eyes follow me all the way down the hall.When I finally reached the bend and slipped out of sight, I exhaled, pressing a h

Aria’s POV The first thing I felt was the weight of the air; heavy, still, smelling faintly of antiseptic and pine resin. The light that filtered through my lashes was soft, golden, the kind that comes just before sunset. For a moment, I thought I was dead; that the cold, wet earth of the forest had swallowed me whole and I was waking up somewhere between this life and the next.But then the ache came, it was deep, throbbing, and raw. My ribs screamed when I tried to breathe, and my throat felt like it had been scraped clean with glass. I winced, gasping softly, and that tiny sound was enough to stir movement beside me.“Ah,” a voice said smoothly. “The sleeping beauty is awake.”My eyes fluttered open. The light blurred, shapes slowly forming into the outline of a man leaning casually against the wall. His sleeves were rolled up, his arms crossed, that same effortless smirk on his face.It was Ronan. He looked perfectly at ease like someone who had been watching me for a while.“Eas

Aria’s povI stared at the ceiling, wondering when all these would make sense when sleep engulfed me. The fever had finally broken by morning, but last night was terrible. At some point I’d thought I’d die, but for Eros that kept massaging my body with cold water to steady my temperature. I woke to sunlight bleeding through the curtains, soft and golden, spilling across the bed like a quiet blessing. My body ached in places I didn’t even know could ache, but the air no longer tasted of sickness and for the first time in days, I could breathe without pain.I turned my head, expecting to find the room empty, but Eros was there, asleep in the chair by the window, his head tilted back, one arm draped carelessly across his chest. His boots were still on, his hair slightly disheveled.He looked nothing like the ruthless Lycan King the world whispered about. At that moment, he looked almost human.I watched him for a while, tracing the faint lines of exhaustion around his eyes, the softness

Aria’s POVI swallowed, looking down at my hands. “I don’t remember,” I said.He nodded, though his eyes softened when he turned to look at me.“You’ve really been through more than anyone should, Aria. I just... I just wish you’d let me in so I can help you. Especially after what happened to you in the woods.”His words pierced something raw inside me.“I’m trying,” I whispered.He looked at me for a long moment. “Maybe you are,” he said. “But trying isn’t the same as actually doing it.”The truth of that stung me, but he won’t understand. Trust had been a blade once. It had cut through my heart in my last life, sharp, merciless, wielded by people I’d once called family.I wanted to tell him that. To tell him how hard it was to believe that love could exist without betrayal shadowing it. But the words wouldn’t come out no matter how hard I tried. Instead, I asked softly, “And what about you? Do you trust me?”His gaze locked with mine, dark and steady. “Of course I trust you, even mor