All Chapters of Alpha's Reborn Luna-Marked For Vengeance : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Aslan’s POVThe air smelled of old metal and cigarette smoke as I stepped into the dim, underground workspace. The low hum of computers filled the silence, blue light flickering off walls plastered with wires, scattered gadgets, and monitors that blinked like watchful eyes.“Thought you’d never show,” a rough voice called from the far end of the room.I followed the sound, my boots crunching over empty energy drink cans and stray cables until I reached him — Vex, the hacker everyone feared but secretly depended on. He was hunched over three monitors, fingers flying across a mechanical keyboard as if the world would end if he stopped typing.“You called, didn’t you?” I said, lowering myself into the creaky chair across from him.Vex looked up, pushing his round glasses up the bridge of his nose. His grin was sharp, the kind that said I know things you don’t. “Yeah, and I wasn’t sure if the big bad Aslan would actually crawl into my hole of secrets again.”“Cut the jokes,” I snapped. “I

Aurelia’s POVI stormed out of the Alpha’s room, my heels clicking against the polished marble floors, my fists clenched tightly at my sides. My heart was still hammering from the chaos of the morning, from the rage and tension I had witnessed in Dominic moments ago. .“Luna Shannon!” I barked, barely waiting for her to turn around before I grabbed her attention. Luna Shannon spun, her eyes wide, her carefully constructed composure cracking ever so slightly. “Explain. Now!”Dominic, still tense, had gestured for his guards to leave the room, his amber eyes narrowing as he studied me. He knew what I was about to do before I even said it. “Darling, what is this?” Shannon tried to sound calm, but her voice shook. “Aurelia, calm down—”I cut her off, pointing a finger at her as my own voice trembled, both with fury and determination. “No. You will calm down, and explain this.”Her face paled, lips pressed into a thin line. She glanced at Dominic, then back at me. “Aurelia… it’s true. Dom

Luna Shannon’s POVI carried a small vial carefully tucked into my palm. Inside it was a poison so potent that a single drop in the wrong dish could erase someone from this world without a trace. My lips curved in satisfaction as I imagined the chaos it could sow.The kitchen smelled of roasted meats and baking bread, it almost made me hesitate. Almost. I adjusted my posture, dropped my shoulders to appear meek, and slipped through the swinging door. The chef, a rotund man with flour on his cheeks and arms, barely looked up at me.“Here, take this,” I said softly, pushing the small bottle into his hands. “Make sure it goes into the stew for the evening banquet. The richest dish. No one will suspect a thing, and I promise your payment will be huge. Before you refuse just know that I know about your father's crime and how it will affect you.”He blinked at me, suspicion evident, but the gleam in his eyes betrayed him. Greed always overpowered caution. He pocketed the bottle, murmuring hi

Aurelia’s POVIt had been three days since the poisoning incident. Three days of quiet tension thick enough to choke on. The palace had gone from its usual polished serenity to a nest of whispers and cautious glances.I sat near the window of my chamber, the curtains drawn halfway to allow just a sliver of sunlight through. The tray beside me was untouched — my breakfast, gone cold. My body ached faintly from the act I’d been putting on for the last two days. A sharp knock broke through my thoughts. Three distinct taps — confident, impatient. Only one person in the palace dared to knock like that.“Come in,” I said, my tone even though my pulse began to race.The door opened, and Luna Shannon stepped in like she owned the air itself. Every movement was graceful, calculated, and dripping with disdain. Her gown brushed against the marble, leaving a faint scent of roses and danger in her wake. Her lips curled in that faint, poisonous smile I’d come to loathe.“You look dreadful, dear,”

Chapter 49Aslan's POVA message had come in at dusk: Elena was in the lower cells. One of my contacts had done the job like I asked. By the time I walked in, the scene was already ugly. Two of my men had the man by the collar — the one who’d failed the supply. He’d shipped me bills and promises and then come back empty-handed when the harvest was thin. I’d told him there would be consequences for losing my money. I never did well with losses.They’d taken their time with him, like they were teaching him anatomy through pain. He was on his knees, choked on curses, begging in a voice that was almost a child’s. The radio in the corner crackled with a meaningless tune; boots scraped; a guttering bulb hung above us all and made the men’s faces into carved things.“Boss,” one of them muttered when I stepped into the light. You could see the way their bodies shifted toward me that said they wanted permission to go harder.I didn’t raise my voice. I never did unless I wanted to be feared. M