Todos los capítulos de Reborn for the Lycan king : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Aria’s POV It was then the truth hit me like a blow.I was supposed to leave with them.Eros’s golden eyes fixed on me, steady and unyielding, as though he was waiting for me to argue. I opened my mouth, then closed it, my chest tight. There was no winning this. The Lycan king had already decided and my father had agreed. “I’ll go,” I said softly, though the words felt like stones on my tongue. “But… first, I need to get something.”His gaze lingered on me a moment longer, searching my face for whatever secret I was hiding, then he gave the smallest nod. “Okay, be quick.”I turned sharply, my footsteps fast against the stone floor, my heart racing as I made for my father’s chambers. The closer I got, the heavier the air felt. Something inside me, my wolf, my instincts; whispered that I wouldn’t like what I'd find in his room.The door creaked when I pushed it open. The room was dark, lit only by the glow of the dying fire. My eyes darted immediately to the bed—“Father?” My vo

Aria’s POV “Oh, Aria,” she said, smiling sheepishly. “Don't take that to heart,” she continued, reaching out as if to brush my arm. “I was upset, emotional… you know me. I just… I miss you. You’re my best friend and you always will be.”Best friend? The words that used to anchor me once now twisted in my gut like a blade.I forced a small smile, masking the disgust churning in my stomach. She didn’t know I had her letter. She didn’t know her little game was already unraveling.“Of course,” I said softly, tilting my head as if nothing between us had changed. “I understand that you care about me, about my relationship with Darren.” I paused, closing the distance between us. “But the next time you threaten our friendship, I’ll rip off your tongue and feed it to my pet.” I said seriously, and that made her still, her eyes widening in shock. Then I chuckled, “I’m just pulling your legs, Elara. Of course I don’t ever want to lose you.” I teased and she laughed nervously. But inside, I

Aria’s POV The weight of his words sank heavy into the chamber. My father exhaled slowly, Ronan’s grin widened, and Eros—Eros never looked away from me.The silence stretched, thick enough to choke me. Then my father leaned forward, his voice grave. “The rules are clear. If Aria wins the trial, she earns a month here, under my roof. If the Lycan King wins...” his gaze shifted to me, “...she departs with the king at once.”The words dropped like stones into my chest.Ronan’s brows lifted, amusement sparking in his eyes. “Fair enough. Old law, old stakes.” He looked between me and Eros as though we were pawns in a game he was enjoying far too much.Eros’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t argue, didn’t gloat. He simply inclined his head, his voice calm but carrying a dangerous certainty. “Then I will see it through.”For a moment, something inside me flared—triumph, sharp and wild. I had a whole month. A month to watch Darren, to uncover what he, Elara and the others were scheming,

Darren’s POV The horn still rang in my ears, deep and primal, carrying Aria and the Lycan into the forest. The crowd’s cheers swelled behind them, but all I heard was the rush of my own pulse.Elara stood stiff beside me, arms crossed, eyes glued to the treeline where Aria had vanished. Her lips were pinched, but the tremor in her jaw gave her away.“She’s different,” she muttered, almost like she hated admitting it. “Since the wedding, since that lycan king arrived, she’s not the same Aria. She doesn’t trust me anymore.” Her laugh was bitter and sharp. “She doesn’t dance to my will again like she used to. She used to tell me everything.”Her eyes flicked to the fading bandage on my arm, and a sly smile curved her lips. “You know, that little stunt you pulled in your chamber, stabbing yourself? At first, when I saw you in the hospital, I thought that someone hurt you until I realized that it was a stunt.” She tilted her head, studying me. “But then I realized that it was actually

Aria’s POV The forest swallowed me whole.Moonlight sifted through the high branches, silvering the leaves, but every shadow seemed to lunge at me. My lungs burned from running, sweat dampening my neck as I pushed deeper into the Moonlit Forest. The crowd’s roar still echoed in my head, the sound of it rolling like thunder as if they had unleashed the storm inside me.But all that mattered to me was the Moonstone. To find it, win, and buy myself one more month.A crackle of branches snapped behind me and my body froze, my instincts screaming. But when I spun, it wasn’t a beast.It was him, King Eros.He stepped out from the dark like the forest itself had shaped him, every line of his towering frame bathed in moonlight. His eyes glowed molten gold, sharp and commanding, and even the trees seemed to bow under the weight of his presence. He didn’t need to speak; his silence pressed against me harder than words.“I don’t need your help,” I snapped, yanking my gaze away. My chest heaved,