Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha's Reborn Luna-Marked For Vengeance : Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

 Selena’s POV It has been three days since the kitchen assistant ate the food I prepared for Alpha Liam, and those three days have felt like three cursed years. Every morning since then, I wake to something new outside my door, flowers, sweet cakes, ribbons, even a ridiculous hand-carved wooden heart with my name scratched into it. At first, I thought it was some childish prank. But the notes… the notes are what make my skin crawl. I dreamt of you again. Your smile is my salvation. I cannot breathe without you. The handwriting is clumsy, the ink often smudged, but the obsession is clear. And I know exactly why. The potion was meant for Liam. A measured drop of devotion, brewed carefully by my aunt, designed to cloud his judgment and bind his heart to mine. Instead, that greedy fool swallowed every bite. I remember the way he licked his fingers, laughing as though he had discovered treasure. I should have dragged him

  Shannon’s POV I woke up with a violent jolt. The room was dark, but my heart was already racing. My wolf was restless beneath my skin, pacing, clawing, growling low in warning. Liam. The thought hit me so hard I sat up immediately. The bond felt… distorted. I threw the covers aside and stood, my bare feet hitting the cold marble floor. The palace was unusually quiet for this hour. Too quiet. I didn’t bother changing properly. I grabbed the first robe within reach and stormed out of my chambers. “Son?” I called sharply as I reached his corridor. No answer. His guards were not stationed outside his door. That alone made my jaw tighten. I pushed the door open without knocking. It was empty. The bed untouched. The windows closed. No scent of him lingeri

  Shannon’s POV The next week was hell. Absolute, relentless hell. Every morning I woke to whispers and stares, even from those who had no right to judge me. By midday, the palace halls buzzed with news of me. Shannon the murderer. Shannon, the hybrid without a wolf. Shannon, the one who orchestrated the death of the late king. I tried to ignore it. The ministers called for me repeatedly, each summons more insistent than the last. By the fourth day, I knew this would not blow over. “Luna Shannon,” one minister said during a heated conference, “the people are asking questions. We are asking questions. Did you murder the late king?” I exhaled slowly, letting my rage simmer beneath the surface. Calm, composed, I looked at them, meeting every gaze evenly. “No,” I said flatly. “I did not. These are baseless rumors spread by someone

  Aurelia’s POV I thought things would get better after Selena was thrown into the dungeon. I was wrong. If anything, my life became worse. The moment she was locked away, the servants turned vicious. The guards stopped pretending to be neutral. Even the head maid, who once barely acknowledged my existence, suddenly remembered I was beneath her. “Aurelia, scrub the west wing floors.” “Aurelia, the laundry isn’t folded properly.” “Aurelia, why are you standing? Move!” It didn’t matter that I had already been working since dawn. It didn’t matter that my hands were cracked and bleeding from harsh soap and cold water. They piled work on me as if I had personally offended them. Maybe I had. Maybe my existence was offensive. 

  Madeline’s POV I knew ma'am wanted more that anything to stop me from saving the guard so I won't get punished, but then she just didn't want to interfere because that will land me in even bigger problems. They seized me before the thunder finished echoing. One moment I was standing in the execution square, my hands still trembling from the surge of power I had released, and the next, iron fingers clamped around my arms. “Take her!” “No, wait!” “She disrupted the ritual!” “Don’t damage her!” The witches were shouting over each other, their voices colliding in panic. Some sounded furious. Others sounded afraid. The guards did not hesitate. They dragged me across the cracked wooden platform,