All Chapters of Alpha's Reborn Luna-Marked For Vengeance : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Selena’s POVThe moment Dominic’s voice thundered through the hall, stripping me of my title as Luna, something inside me snapped.For a heartbeat, I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t even move. My ears rang, the room tilting as though the world itself had just shifted beneath me.Then his words hit and everything went red.“No…” The whisper clawed out of my throat before I even realized it. “No, you didn’t just say that.”Dominic stood there, cold and unyielding, his eyes hard as stone. “I’m the king,” he said flatly. “I don’t repeat myself.”For the first time in years, I actually stumbled. I could feel every council member’s eyes stabbing into my back, every whisper digging under my skin. Stripped. Cast out. Like I was nothing. Like the years I had given him, the power I’d carved from blood and sacrifice, meant nothing.“You ungrateful bastard,” I hissed, my voice shaking. “Five years, Dominic! Five years I stood beside you. I helped you win wars you couldn’t even fight alone. I gave you

Dominic’s POVThings has started taking shape after Selena's drama and all. Now I've finally seen my fated mate and I couldn't be happier.Honestly, I wasn't the type of man that cares about women or a mate, but then I was still happy I found her, or maybe it was just my wolf. But all the same, now I wouldn't have to bother looking for another Luna.I knew I shouldn't trust her, I mean she could be worse than Selena for all I know. Woman are all the same!The soft knock on my study door came just as I was finishing the last line of a report. My mind was already stretched thin, between the council’s demands, the rebuilding of our borders, and the chaos Selena’s betrayal had caused and I wasn’t in the mood for another problem.“Come in,” I said, my voice rough from disuse.The door opened quietly, and Kael stepped in, closing it behind him. He bowed slightly. “Alpha.”I looked up from the parchment. The expression on his face told me everything — something was wrong. “What is it?”He he

Aurelia’s POVThe walls felt as though they were closing in on me.Everything that had happened over the last twenty-four hours kept replaying in my mind like a cruel nightmare I couldn’t wake from. I had thought foolishly, that once Selena was gone, peace would finally find me, and maybe I wouldn't get to relive my death.But I was wrong.Selena might have been gone, but chaos had stayed behind. My name was now being whispered like venom across the palace halls. Everywhere I turned, I saw the same thing in people’s eyes—disgust.All because of that damned video. The video I knew nothing about.Is was more like I keep getting new enemies right after getting rid of the previous onces. I was lost in my thoughts, pondering on how someone would take their time to make a video that would tarnish my image. I kept thinking on who it might be, but yet I had no answer.I sat curled up on the far end of my bed, staring at the shattered phone screen Dominic had thrown in anger earlier. My cheek

Alpha Dominic’s POVThe moment I walked out of the dungeon that night, my chest felt heavier than it had in years. Aurelia’s tear-streaked face haunted me, the way her eyes begged me to believe her. And damn it, I did believe her. Something about the whole situation reeked of a setup.But as Alpha, I couldn’t afford to move based on belief. I needed proof.“Take the priestess’s body to the morgue at the east coast,” I ordered my guards the next morning, my voice cold and sharp. “She’s to be kept under heavy watch until I say otherwise. No one, absolutely no one touches her until I find out what happened.”“Yes, Alpha!” they chorused before disappearing down the hallway.I leaned back against the wall, rubbing the bridge of my nose. The priestess had been one of the few who’d remained loyal through the chaos of the past years. If she was gone, and in such a strange way, it meant whoever we were dealing with wasn’t just powerful, they were calculated.And that terrified me more than I’d

Luna Shannon's POVThey told me once that power tastes like blood and champagne and when you finally let it settle on your tongue, you remember why you wanted it in the first place.Tonight, it tasted like both.I stood with my back to the wide window of my chambers, the city lights a scatter of jewels below. The crystal glass at my hand caught the lamplight and sent a million tiny stars skittering across the ceiling. I tipped it back, slow and deliberate, feeling the heat slide down my throat. My fingers trembled just enough to make the celebration feel real.Downstairs, the palace hummed with the morning’s gossip—half-anger, half-glee. I set the glass down and smiled, the kind that had practice at masking blood with silk. The gangs I’d hired had done as I’d asked. They’d gone in quick, clean in the way hired killers are these days, sharp, professional, hearts notched out behind their ribs. The priestess was gone. Now the last thing that was remaining was for me to completely get ri