All Chapters of Reborn for the Lycan king : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Aria’s POV“Who?”“That woman over there.”The woman hesitated at the entrance for only a heartbeat before walking directly toward us. Every step was measured, almost deliberate like she came there to see us. Eros’s hand inched toward mine beneath the table, a subtle gesture of protection that sent my pulse racing.She stopped right in front of us. Then, with a slow, almost dramatic motion, she reached up and pulled the mask off her face.“Elara?” My voice came out in a half whisper, half gasp.Her lips curved into that familiar, dazzling smile that could melt ice if you didn’t know her better.“Surprise!” she said brightly, as if appearing unannounced in another town wearing a mask was the most normal thing in the world.Eros blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Elara? What are you doing here? I thought you were-” “Back at the pack house?” she finished for him with a light laugh. “I was, but I needed to pick up a few things from the market out here.” She turned to me, “You know me,

Aria’s POVHer eyes darted briefly to Eros before she smiled again. “I did, but I’ve changed my mind. I don’t think they’ll have what I want”“But you wouldn’t know if you don’t check?”“I’ll rather pass, Aria. Let’s all just go home together.”The words hung there for a second too long, echoing with meanings she didn’t bother to hide.Eros nodded slowly, ever polite. “If you’re ready, we can give you a ride back.” He said to her. I looked at him, then back at her. “Of course,” I murmured, but I couldn’t stop the unease curling around my chest.As we stepped outside, the chill of the evening air hit me. The lights from the restaurant spilled onto the pavement in golden pools, and for a moment, it almost looked peaceful. But my instincts screamed otherwise.Elara walked ahead of us, humming softly, her cloak trailing behind her like shadow and silk. Ronan lingered a few steps back, still calm, still unreadable. Eros walked beside me, silent but tense.And me? I couldn’t shake the fe

Aria’s POVI met his gaze and said the words I had buried for so long. “I had lived before but I died, Eros.”The silence that followed was sharp, the kind that made the air itself hum.He didn’t move, didn’t blink. He just stared.I forced myself to go on. “But I was killed by my husband, Darren and my best friend, Elara.”His body went rigid, every muscle tensing. “What?” His voice was rough, like the word burned coming out.I nodded, tears welling in my eyes. “They killed my father, they killed me, they killed my unborn child, his child. I thought Elara was my friend, my sister. But they betrayed me. Darren wanted my title, my pack, and Elara wanted my life. She wanted to be me. They wanted to use my child’s blood for a ritual. They worked together and when I finally realized it, it was too late. He-” My throat tightened painfully. “He ripped our child from me before I could even hold it.”Eros’s eyes darkened, fury flashing behind the shock. He looked like he wanted to destroy som

Aria’s POV“I don’t know,” Eros said quietly, setting the boxes down on the table. “He claimed he heard movement. Maybe he really did. Or maybe…” His eyes met mine, dark and questioning. “Maybe he was watching us too?”The thought sent a shiver through me.“Do you think he suspected anything?”“I don’t think so,” he said finally, running a hand through his hair. “My excuse was perfect enough. But we need to move faster. If someone is watching, we can’t risk keeping these out in the open for long.”He crouched beside the boxes, checking each one quickly, making sure nothing was damaged. “Everything’s intact,” he murmured.I knelt beside him, the edge of my night robe brushing the floor. The sight of the sleek, dark cameras inside filled me with both relief and dread. Relief that they were safe and dread of what we might discover once they were installed.“We’ll need to be careful with the installation,” I said, lowering my voice even though the room was empty. “It can’t be at night. If

Aria’s POV“I remember when you couldn’t even look at me without flinching,” he said, half-smiling. “You used to avoid me like I carried the plague.”I laughed softly, though a part of me winced at the truth of it. “Well, to be fair, you did have that intimidating air around you.”He raised a brow, amused. “Intimidating?”“Brooding,” I corrected, grinning faintly. “Always brooding, always quiet. You looked like you were judging everyone in your head.”He chuckled, a deep, warm sound that carried through the still night. “Maybe I was,” he said lightly. “But you, you judged me too, didn’t you?”I turned to him, meeting his gaze. “Yes,” I admitted. “I did. I resented you, actually. You were everything I didn’t want to be near. Authority. Control. Command.” I paused, my throat tightening. “You reminded me too much of what I lost. Of what power can destroy.”He didn’t interrupt. He just watched me, his eyes dark and steady, like he was memorizing every word.“I thought you were like them