All Chapters of The Alpha's reborn Luna: His Surrogate mate : Chapter 131 - Chapter 139

LIAM I picked up the nearest chair and hurled it at the wall.The wood splintered. The crack echoed through the chamber, and for a brief second it felt good, felt like my fury had found a body to inhabit. But the relief evaporated just as quickly, leaving the anger I felt earlier to consume me.Emmalaine was getting out of hand with this nonsense behavior of hers. I couldn't believe she'd be this brave after I literally gave her a new life.The audacity of her still burned behind my eyes. The way she had stood there flinging my guards aside as though they were nothing to her. The way she had walked to the throne and embarrassed me.I dragged a hand through my hair and laughed.“She forgets herself,” I muttered to the empty room. “Just this privilege and she's already misbehaving.”But even as I said it, I knew the truth gnawed beneath everything I Said, Emmalaine wasn’t forgetting herself. She was remembering who she was and what exactly she was capable of.I crossed the room in long

CHARLOTTE I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore.The moment the cell door clicked open, they spilled down my cheeks in hot, uncontrollable streams. My fingers shook as I shoved the keys back into my gown and rushed inside the cell, my feet barely touching the ground. The smell hit me first, it smelled like stale sweat, blood, damp stone, and something rotten underneath it all. It was overwhelming. It made my chest tighten.But none of that mattered.Jeffrey.I dropped to my knees in front of him and cupped his face, my hands trembling as if I were afraid he might disappear if I didn’t hold on tight enough. His skin was rough, unshaven, bruised, and cold.“Jeffrey,” I sobbed, and before I could stop myself, I leaned in and kissed him.It was the most desperate kiss I've ever had,my lips pressed against his like I was trying to pour every ounce of strength I had left into him. He froze at first, startled, then slowly leaned into me, his breath shaky against my mouth.When I pulled bac

CHARLOTTE Pain rang through my skull like a cracked bell.I groaned before I could stop myself, the sound tearing out of my throat as I rolled onto my side and pressed my palm to my burning cheek. My vision swam, the palace stones blurring beneath me, cold seeping through my skin.“Get up.”The voice was sharp. Commanding. Cruel in its calm.I lifted my head slowly, blinking through the sting in my eyes and my heart dropped straight into my stomach.It was Matilda.She stood over me with her arms crossed, her posture regal, immaculate, as though she hadn’t just struck me hard enough to send me sprawling to the floor. Her lips curled in disgust, not remorse.“What do you think you’re doing wandering around this side of the palace?” she barked. “This is not your place.”I scrambled to my feet, bowing my head quickly, my hands shaking at my sides. “I’m sorry,” I stammered. “I was just cleaning. I didn’t realize I’d crossed into a restricted area. It won’t happen again.”My voice sounded

CHARLOTTEI woke up already tired.My nose still burned.I pressed the back of my hand against it as I sat on the edge of the thin mattress in the basement, feeling the dampness soak into my skin. When I pulled my hand away, it was smeared with blood again.“Damn it,” I whispered.Lyra stood by the door, watching me too closely. Her eyes kept flicking from my face to my hand, then back again. She had been doing that since I woke up. Ever since the dream. Ever since the vision.I wiped my nose with the hem of my gown and forced myself to stand.“I’m fine,” I said quickly, even though she hadn’t signed anything yet. “It’s nothing.”Lyra didn’t believe me.She stepped closer and lifted her fingers, signing slowly, carefully.You’re bleeding again.“I said I’m fine,” I repeated, sharper this time. “I just need to work.”That didn’t convince her either.She reached out, hesitating before touching my arm. The moment her fingers brushed my skin, a sharp pulse went through my head. My vision

EMMALAINE I had never been afraid of my own magic before.Fear was for weak witches, for everyone in this pack except me. Fear was for those who begged the Goddess for scraps instead of carving what they needed out of the dark with bare hands.But as I stood before the altar that night, my palms slick with sweat and my pulse pounding too fast, fear curled in my stomach like a living thing.The altar breathed. That was the first thing wrong. Stone was not supposed to breathe.Yet the black slab pulsed faintly beneath my fingers, veins of red light flickering across its surface like slow-moving blood. The runes I had carved weeks ago had shifted, the symbols no longer sitting where I had placed them. They twisted when I wasn’t looking, rearranging themselves into shapes I didn’t recognize.I stepped back sharply, my heel knocking against a bowl of dried herbs. It shattered, the sound echoing too loudly in the hidden chamber.“No,” I whispered. “That’s not what we agreed on.”The air th