Semua Bab Alpha's Reborn Luna-Marked For Vengeance : Bab 141 - Bab 150

Liam’s POVI woke up choking.I started coughing uncontrollably. My body jerked forward before I was fully awake, my lungs were burning, and my throat felt raw. I barely had time to register the pain before something warm splattered against my sheets.I looked closely and saw that it was blood.I stared at it for half a second, my mind slow, fogged, before another wave hit me. I doubled over, coughing again, my ribs screaming as more blood streaked my lips and soaked into the white linen. My hands trembled when I brought them up, and that was when the fear finally settled in.I was getting more weak as the day goes by.My muscles felt sluggish, like they were moving through thick mud. Even breathing felt like effort, like my chest no longer remembered how to expand properly. I swung my legs off the bed, intending to stand, but the room tilted violently and I had to grip the edge of the mattress to keep from collapsing.“What is happening,” I muttered under my breath. “Something is def

Dominic’s POVThe first thing I noticed was the smell.It was something very old. Rot that had sunk into stone and never been allowed to leave. Decay layered over magic, soaked into the walls like a stain even time had failed to scrub away.They dragged me down three flights of stairs I didn’t know existed.Iron bit into my wrists as the guards hauled me forward, boots echoing against stone carved with symbols that made my vision blur if I stared too long. Every step deeper felt like walking away from air itself. The walls narrowed, pressing in, etched floor to ceiling with runes that pulsed faintly, as if breathing.Suppression runes.Not the crude ones councilors liked to show off. These were ancient. Older than the pack. Older than the castle. The kind that had been carved by hands that believed pain was a language worth mastering.“Careful,” one guard muttered to the other. “He’s still an Alpha.”The second guard laughed, sharp and humorless. “Not down here.”They shoved me forwar

Aurelia’s POVI knew something was wrong the moment I stepped into the children’s quarters.It wasn’t loud. There was no screaming from Keiran, no broken furniture, no blood on the floor. Everywhere was still very organized and quiet.Kieran’s bed was empty.Not rumpled the way it usually was when he climbed out of it too early. Not messy from his restless turning at night. It was bare. Sheets folded too neatly. Pillow missing.My breath caught. I was too scared to admit the rising suspicion in my gut, I just stood there and took in all the sight before me.“No,” I whispered, already stepping closer, my hands shaking as I touched the mattress. It was cold and seemed and untouched for days.Madeline sat on her bed across the room, knees pulled to her chest, her small fingers twisting the hem of her dress. She looked up at me slowly, her eyes too calm for a child her age.“Where is your brother?” I asked, forcing my voice to stay steady.She didn’t answer, she only started tearing up as

Selena’s POVFrom my balcony, the palace looked calm like every other day.The night air carried the faint scent of ash from the earlier fire incident, though the walls had already been scrubbed clean. I lifted my goblet and took a slow sip of wine, letting it coat my tongue.Aurelia.The flames had not lied.No matter how much she bowed her head or dirtied her hands, the truth burned beneath her skin. Power can't be hidden for ever. It tore its way out, and hers was doing so faster than even I had predicted.Faster than I liked.I set the goblet down with a soft clink and straightened.If power was rising in her, then I have to make sure she never goes out of control. I have to still show her who's in charge of this realm.“Summon her,” I told the guard behind me without turning. “Now.”Aurelia arrived exactly three minutes later. Honestly, this was the longest she had taken to answer my call.Her eyes stayed lowered as she knelt at the threshold of my chambers, her movements precise,

Elizabeth’s POVThe mirror did not lie to me.It has always been the first thing I ran too when I needed clarity.I stood naked from the waist up, candlelight licking my skin in slow, golden tongues as I traced the sigils carved just beneath my collarbone. They were faint, thin lines etched with precision, healed just enough to pass for scars if anyone looked too closely. Anyone except me.I knew every curve. Every angle.Each symbol was layered. Protection over protection. Wards braided so tightly that even Selena wouldn’t have recognized half of them if she had peeled my skin apart and studied it like scripture.She had taught me the basics once. Long ago. The surface magicMy fingers lingered over the final mark, the smallest one, tucked close to my heart. It hummed faintly beneath my touch, warm in a way flesh should not have been. Surrogacy magic was not gentle work. I lowered my hand and met my own gaze in the mirror.There had been a time I loved Selena with a devotion so comp