Semua Bab Reborn for the Lycan king : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Aria’s POV Eros's herbalist arrived after a while and sprinkled a powdered substance onto my father's tongue and pressed his palms over his heart. The silence that followed stretched cruelly, each second stretching like an eternity.Then—He coughed, it was shallow and weak, but real. His chest rose, just slightly, but it was enough to rip a sob from me so violent it shook my whole body. “Papa—” My grip tightened on his hand. “Papa, I’m here.”Around us, the whispers broke, a ripple of shock and relief.Eros’s arms didn’t let me go. If anything, he drew me closer, his voice low against my ear. “I told you. He’s too stubborn to leave you.”But my tears wouldn’t stop. My father was alive, but fragile, pale, a shadow of the man who had been my anchor. And somewhere in my chest, I knew who tried to kill him. The healer’s voice rose sharply. “His breathing is stabilizing. He’s breathing! The poison hasn’t claimed him completely.”A sob tore out of me, ragged and raw. My knees gave

Alpha ErosThe moment Aria disappeared down the corridor, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. She’d said she needed to “check something,” but her eyes had been too sharp and restless. That woman was obviously hiding storms in her chest. And damn me, I wanted to know every single one of them. And more so, I wanted to help her in any way I could. “My king.”Ronan’s voice cut through my thoughts as he strode in with urgency etched across his face.“The elders are looking for you,” he said, his voice low. “They demand your presence. And…” his jaw tensed, “The head beta, Lowell has reached out. He claims he has more information about your parents’ death.”My chest constricted, the news dragged old ghosts from the shadows. The car accident, my mother’s laughter cut short by fire. My father’s hand reaching for me through shattered glass. The memories rushed back like a mighty wind, and I felt like time wasn't on my side. I had sworn I would uncover the truth, and I woul

Alpha Eros Reluctantly, I loosened my grip, but the suspicion in my chest only thickened. Ronan straightened his clothes, brushing at invisible dust on his shirt. Then he gave me that familiar grin, except it faltered for the briefest second before settling back into place. “Anyway, since I’m already here, we might as well head back together. The pack needs both of us, right?”I frowned. “And who’s going to stand in for me while I’m away? Who’s going to make sure everything is fine before I return?”“The men you instructed to look over Aria are doing just fine,” he said quickly, the words spilling almost too fast. Then, catching himself, he slowed his tone, forcing it casual. “Besides... It seems she’s got company.”“Company? What do you mean?” I asked, my eyes sharpening.Ronan’s tongue darted over his lips before he answered. “I saw a man. It wasn’t Darren, don’t worry. It was someone else, he came into the pack with a bag slung over his shoulder. It looked like he knew where h

Aria’s POV By the time word reached me that Eros had already left, it felt like the ground shifted beneath my feet. He hadn’t even come to tell me himself and for a heartbeat, I wanted to be furious with him. Like, how dare he leave without seeing me? But then I reminded myself that he was a king, and His world didn’t stop for me, no matter what dreams or destiny tied us together.But still, I hated the emptiness that followed his absence.I tried to focus on my father’s recovery, using it to get rid of the thought of King Eros. The herbalists said he was stable, but I knew better than to relax. One attempt had been made on his life, and there was no guarantee another wouldn’t come. And with the way Elara had shown up earlier, her excuses half-baked and her eyes darting like a cornered fox, I couldn’t shake the certainty that danger was closer than anyone realized. And as for that good for nothing bastard, Darren, he should continue playing the victim card until I finally get the

Aria’s POV She bustled to the wardrobe before I could stop her, pulling out dresses I hadn’t touched in months. She held up a faded lilac gown, one I’d grown out of, with a neckline that sagged oddly. “This one! You’d look darling in it.”I almost laughed, no, I actually laughed within me. You see, in my past life, this was how she always did it. Elara would hand me cast-offs or clothes that were ugly, always with that same sweet insistence that they were perfect, and I, blind and trusting, would wear them, never noticing how people whispered behind my back. Never realizing that my own “best friend” was the one dulling my shine.But not this time, not ever.“That’s… a little tight on the shoulders,” I said lightly, reaching past her and drawing out a soft green dress my father had gotten for me. The fabric shimmered faintly, simple but flattering, something that actually suited me. “I think I’ll wear this instead.”She pouted playfully, her tone teasing, not sharp. “Oh, you an