All Chapters of Reborn for the Lycan king : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Aria’s POV Ronan walked in, his usual careless smirk absent for once. He looked between us, clearly sensing the tension but wisely saying nothing. “The car is ready,” he said simply.I stood, smoothing the front of my dress, and picked up my bag. The leather strap dug into my palm, grounding me.Eros stepped forward instantly. “I’ll take it,” he said, pulling it from me before I could protest. His fingers brushed mine, warm and steady, but I pulled back quickly, refusing to let him see how much the small gesture unsettled me.Ronan cleared his throat as though trying to ease the weight pressing into the room. “We should move. The sooner we get on the road, the sooner we’ll be at home.”At home? The word scraped at me, I couldn’t bring myself to believe that Eros’s pack was now my home. We walked through the halls together, our footsteps echoing. The corridors I’d grown up in, raced through as a child, suddenly felt foreign. Every stone, every candlelit corner whispered goodbye.As

Aria’s POV And just like that, Darren was left behind, broken, powerless, and seething while I walked forward with the King Eros.Eros’s car was waiting just beyond the lantern light, black and sleek, flanked by two others front and back. Ronan leaned against the hood, his arms crossed, but even he wasn’t smiling. Eros opened the rear door for me. I hesitated, just for a breath, then slid inside. The leather seat was cool against my palms, too smooth, and foreign. My pack was already fading in the distance, their chants swallowed by the hum of engines.Eros climbed in beside me, his presence filling the space like gravity itself. Ronan took the passenger seat up front, while two of Eros’s men drove. The convoy rolled forward, headlights carving the day.Silence stretched, thick and heavy. I turned my face toward the window, watching trees blur past, watching my home slip further and further behind.“You held yourself well back there,” Eros said suddenly, his voice low, careful. “Str

Aria’s POV The room was large, maybe too large, with a bed that looked like it could swallow me whole. The windows overlooked the forest, the moonlight spilling across polished floors.I froze, “Our room?”He turned to me, his expression unreadable. “Yes, our room. You’re my Luna now, and we should be together.”“I’m not sleeping here.”His brows shot up, “Excuse me?”“I’ll take another room.” I crossed my arms, meeting his gaze head-on. “I’m not ready to play house with you, Eros.”For a heartbeat, his jaw worked, tension rolling off him like heat. Then he exhaled slowly, running a hand down his face.“Stubborn woman,” he muttered under his breath, before turning to the maids who lingered at the doorway.“prepare her another room. Somewhere close, but guarded.”“Yes, my king.”As they scurried off, he turned back to me. His eyes burned with something unspoken, frustration, maybe longing, but he didn’t push further.“Sleep well, Aria,” he said finally, his voice low, dangerous. “B

Aria’s POV Later that day, I found him in the training yard. Sweat gleamed down his temples as he sparred with two men, moving with lethal grace, every strike precise. My eyes betrayed me, lingering on the way his muscles flexed, the sharp cut of his jaw when he focused.When he finally noticed me, he dismissed the men with a flick of his hand. His eyes narrowed as he strode toward me, grabbing a towel to wipe his face.“You don’t usually come here,” he said. His voice was calm, but I caught the edge of suspicion.“I needed fresh air,” I said quickly, then squared my shoulders. “Besides, I wanted to ask you something.”That got his attention as his brows arched slightly. “You want to ask me something?”“Yes,” I said, too briskly. “I don’t actually know that much about you.”His lips curved into a faint smirk, “And suddenly you’re curious?”I crossed my arms, glaring. “Don’t flatter yourself, Eros. I’m just trying to know the over protective man I have to put up with.”His smirk dee

Aria’s POV It was Ronan again.He was slipping into that same hidden door, moving quickly, almost too quickly.I froze, my breath catching, curiosity burning hotter this time.But before I could step closer, Cassia appeared behind me with a bundle of linens, nearly making me jump. “My lady! I found the candles you wanted!”I looked back, but the door was already shut and Ronan was gone.My stomach twisted. I wanted to chase after him and to know what he was always doing there. But Cassia’s bright eyes were on me, and my plans for Eros’s birthday were still dangling, unfinished.So I forced a smile, “Good, Let’s finish this then.”But deep inside, unease churned in me.Because Ronan’s shadow was starting to feel like another thread in a web I couldn’t yet see.Convincing Eros to do anything he hadn’t planned himself was like trying to push a mountain with bare hands, and I knew that taking him to his birthday venue might be another task on its own. He didn’t bend easily, didn’t shif