All Chapters of The Alpha's reborn Luna: His Surrogate mate : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

CHARLOTTEFor a heartbeat, the cavern was frozen in silence. Jeffrey stood like a wall in front of me, shoulders squared, claws extended, every muscle coiled and trembling. Rowan was on his left, already shifting his stance, reading threats in the dark corners I couldn’t even see. And then Liam’s voice rolled through the underground chamber like a cold fog.“Well, little brother… welcome home.”Jeffrey’s breath left him in a harsh exhale. I saw his spine stiffen, felt the fury radiating off him in waves. My chest tightened because I understood that this moment was ripping open wounds inside him I hadn’t even known existed.And then everything exploded.Dozens of rogue wolves burst from the shadows at once, snarling, their eyes glowing with that twisted, unnatural light. I barely had time to pull energy into my palms before one leaped at me. Its teeth snapped inches from my throat, and instinct took over. I flung my hands forward, releasing a burst of shimmering force that slammed the

CHARLOTTE When I regained consciousness, the first thing I felt was pain, it was hick, throbbing, crawling under my skin like fire being fed into my veins. My wrists burned the most. They had been tied so tightly for so long that I couldn’t feel the edges of the rope anymore; only the raw, wet sting of broken skin pressed against wolfsbane-coated restraints. For a second, I didn’t even remember where I was.Then the smell hit me.Damp stone. Rotting straw. And the smell of blood old clinging to the air like a curse.My breath caught in my throat as my vision adjusted to the dimness. The dungeon walls came into focus, moss creeping through cracks, water dripping in slow, torturous rhythm. I realized then that I was still in Liam’s prison. I wasn’t sure how long I had been unconscious, but judging from the soreness in my limbs, it wasn’t the first time I had blacked out.My throat felt like sandpaper as I whispered, “Jeffrey…?”The name slipped out before I could stop it, instinctive,

EMMALAINEI hated the stink of the dungeon.It seeped into my clothes, my hair, my skin.But today, it excited me.I balanced the tray of food in one hand as I approached the cell. The guards stepped aside quickly. I might not have been anything in this house, but I was Liam’s right hand now.I reached the cell door.Charlotte heard the footsteps and lifted her head. Her hair was matted, her face hollow from days of starvation, her lips cracked. She looked weak, pathetic, but still unbearably beautiful. Everything about her made the old jealousy coil inside me like a living thing.I smirked and lifted the tray slightly.“Hungry?”Her eyes widened at the food.I didn’t even finish speaking before I grabbed the tray and smashed it against the doorpost, letting the metal clang and echo through the stone corridor.Food scattered everywhere across the floor—bread, meat, a bruised apple.Charlotte lunged for it like a starving animal.I crossed my arms and watched her on her knees, shovelin

CHARLOTTE The first thing I felt was the unbearable pain.And then I felt the cold metal biting into my wrists, digging into my skin, pulling my arms upward until my shoulders screamed in pain. My head throbbed, my vision blurry, my throat raw as if I had been screaming before I even woke up.A torch crackled somewhere close, then another, and another, until the heat of flames licked my cheeks.When my vision finally sharpened, I realized exactly where I was. The auction hall.The same hell I had stood in once before… except now it was worse. So much worse.I was upright, chained to a tall metal pillar on a raised platform. And below me were rows and rows of rogue alphas, all gathered like predators at a feast. The hall buzzed with snarls, laughter, the scrape of boots, the clink of gold coins.They weren’t here to buy weapons or supplies. They were here to bid on wolves. And Liam had put me on display just to spite Jeffery.My stomach twisted. A wave of nausea hit me so hard I almos

CHARLOTTE The door creaked open with a slow, heavy groan that seemed to drag through the entire dungeon, and every instinct inside me jolted awake. My breath caught. My legs trembled. I pressed myself back against the freezing stone wall, trying to create distance that didn’t exist because the chains dug sharply into my wrists, reminding me I wasn’t going anywhere.Water dripped steadily from the ceiling, echoing through the dark, suffocating space. The faint torch outside my cell barely illuminated anything, so when the stranger stepped inside, he entered like a shadow with a body—tall, broad, and masked. His boots splashed through the shallow water pooled across the dungeon floor, each step sending ripples toward me.I felt my heart race so hard I thought it might tear through my ribs.He paused a few feet away, sniffing the air like a predator picking up a scent. His voice came out low and rough.“You. Are you the puppet he keeps down here?”For a second, I couldn’t even speak. My