Todos los capítulos de Alpha's Reborn Luna-Marked For Vengeance : Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Kieran’s POVThey loosened the restraints at dawn.The iron-thread shackles no longer bit into my wrists when I moved, but they never stopped touching skin. The runes etched into them stayed warm, humming faintly like a warning that hadn’t finished speaking. Every movement carried resistanc. A leash disguised as mercy.I understood immediately that they were trying to cage me like an animal since it was difficult for them to take my powers.The guards made sure I understood it too.They rotated through the yard in pairs, fresh faces, unfamiliar postures. Different voices. Different rhythms. Some stood too close. Some pretended not to watch me at all. One of them dropped his spear on purpose just to see if I’d flinch but I just glared at him.I stood barefoot on the cold stone, shirt damp with morning mist, breathing slow. The yard smelled of iron, sweat, and old fractures in the ground that never fully healed. The walls loomed higher than they should have, listening.They always liste

Aurelia’s POVThere were truths that crept up on you quietly.They slipped into your bones when you weren’t looking and stayed there, heavy and unmovable.I learned that the day my entire bloodline shifted beneath my feet.It began with a feeling I couldn’t name. A pull.I had been sitting near the east window, watching dusk crawl slowly across the courtyard stones, when it started. My chest tightened, not painfully, but insistently. Like something inside me was knocking, demanding to be acknowledged.I pressed a hand to my sternum.What is wrong with me?Lyra noticed before I said anything.She stood from where she’d been sorting herbs, her movements fluid, silent as mist. Her pale eyes searched my face, sharp and knowing. When she reached me, she touched my wrist lightly, two fingers pressing against my pulse.Her brows knit.I swallowed. “I’ve been feeling… strange.”The word felt insufficient.Lyra tilted her head, studying me, then released my wrist and walked toward the door. Sh

Aurelia’s POVThe scent hit me first.It cut through the warm spices of the hall and the polished wood like a blade, sharp enough that my wolf recoiled inside me. My hands froze mid-step, the tray I was carrying trembling as my pulse spiked.Poison.My heart slammed so hard against my ribs it hurt. I didn’t need to see the goblet to know. The smell crawled into my lungs, settling there like smoke, screaming danger.Alpha Liam stood near the long table, his back to me, shoulders tense beneath the heavy ceremonial tunic he wore. A goblet of dark red liquid rested in his hand, lifted halfway to his lips. Luna Shannon stood beside him, her fingers lightly touching his arm, her posture the picture of maternal concern.Too perfect. Too calm.My vision narrowed.She’s going to do it. Right now.“Drink it,” Shannon said softly, her voice honeyed. “You barely touched dinner. You need your strength.”Liam exhaled, clearly irritated. “Mother, I said I’m fine.”“Humor me.” Her smile tightened jus

Aurelia’s POVI didn’t know what to tell her.Selena stood in my doorway like she had always belonged there, like the room had been waiting for her arrival instead of sheltering me. She hadn’t announced herself. She hadn’t knocked. One moment I was alone, trying to steady my breathing, and the next she was there, calm, immaculate, terrifyingly composed.Selena moved the way predators moved when they were already certain the prey had nowhere left to run. Her eyes skimmed the room, lingering briefly on my bed, my window, the small table near the wall. She catalogued everything before finally looking at me.“Well,” she said quietly. “This is awkward.”My throat tightened.She took a few steps inside, her heels barely making a sound against the stone floor. When she stopped, she was close enough that I could smell her.She folded her hands in front of her. Patient.“What did you see, Aurelia?”The question was simple. Casual, even.It felt like a blade pressed gently against my skin.“I d

Aurelia’s POVThe vibration hadn’t stopped.It wasn’t violent anymore. It wasn’t shaking the walls or rattling the windows like it had the first time. But it was there, low, constant, like something alive beneath my skin.I sat cross-legged on the floor of my room, palms resting on my knees, eyes closed, breathing slowly the way Dominic once taught me. Inhale through the nose. Hold. Release.The air felt heavier these days. Charged.I could feel things now, emotions in corridors before I turned the corner, lies sitting on people’s tongues before they spoke, shifts in the wind that carried intention.It terrified me. It thrilled me.My wolf stirred restlessly inside me, pacing, stretching like she was waking from a long sleep.“Control,” I whispered to myself. “You need control.”I pressed my hands flat against the stone floor.Energy hummed up my arms.The room responded.The candle flame flickered higher without a draft. The water in the basin trembled faintly.I opened my eyes sharp