Todos los capítulos de Alpha's Reborn Luna-Marked For Vengeance : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Aurelia’s POVThe moment I ended the call from the doctor, relief and joy threatened to spill out of me like a dam breaking. Dominic was recovering. The words from the physician echoed in my ears: “If he continues responding to treatment, he might be discharged soon. And… he might be out of the coma soon.”I sank to the edge of the bed, closing my eyes, feeling the tension in my chest melt just a fraction. For days, I had been a whirlwind of fear and anxiety. Now, hope blossomed where despair had ruled. A smile formed on my lips despite myself. I could see it—the moment he opened his eyes and recognized me, that faint smirk that always haunted my heart.I barely waited to breathe before I jumped up and began dressing, my fingers trembling with eagerness. I pulled on my combat boots, my usual outfit, ready to face whatever awaited at the hospital. My mind raced with thoughts of seeing him awake again, holding his hand, letting him know I was there… that I had never left.But fate, it s

Aurelia’s POVThe moment the last rogue’s howl faded and the fires around the palace were finally extinguished, I let myself breathe just a little. My muscles ached, my throat burned with smoke, and my clothes were soaked in blood and soot that didn’t all belong to me. But even through the exhaustion, my heart hammered with only one thought.Dominic.I didn’t even bother changing. I ran straight to the hospital, boots thudding against the cold marble floors as though something was chasing me. Maybe something was—fear. The kind of fear I refused to let surface while leading the fight.But now that the chaos had ended, I couldn’t bury it anymore.“Where is he?” I demanded the moment I reached his floor, nearly crashing into a nurse in my haste.Room 209.I forced my trembling legs to move. My hand shook as I pushed the door open.And then I froze. Dominic was sitting up. Awake. Alive. His dark eyes lifted to mine, warm, aware, familiar. His chest rose steadily. He was breathing. He was

Selena’s POVI swear my neck was still sore from the way Aurelia strangled me with that stupid invisible power of hers. Every breath I took reminded me of the humiliation, gasping on the palace floor like some helpless rodent while everyone watched.And yet…Yet the moment I got that call, that beautiful, blessed call that Aurelia’s mother was dead…Oh, I forgot the pain instantly.For at least ten seconds I didn’t even feel my bruises. I just stood there, stunned, letting the information wash over me like a warm bath.I grabbed the nearest bottle of Don Julio, my favorite one, the expensive one Dominic hid from me and I didn’t even bother with a shot glass. I poured myself a tall, large glass, filled it almost to the brim, and swallowed half of it in one go.“YES!” I screamed, throwing my head back as the alcohol burned delightfully down my throat. “Finally! FINALLY something is working in my favor!”The pain in my ribs? Forgotten.The bruises on my chest from hitting the floor? Irre

Aurelia’s POVThe moment the door slammed open, I froze. My cup of tea trembled in my hands, my heart pounding as if it could break through my chest. I blinked, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. Standing there, in all his imposing height and authority, was the Lycan King—Ezekiel. My eyes widened in shock as he slowly advanced, his gaze locked on mine.Without a word, he reached out, his large hands gently cupping my face. “You…” His voice was low, shaking, reverent. “You… you remind me so much of her.”I stiffened. “Remind you of who?” My voice was barely above a whisper, yet my pulse was pounding in my ears.Before I could process, Dominic stepped in between us, his hands on my shoulders, his golden eyes narrowing. “Ezekiel… do you know her?” His tone was sharp, commanding, but there was an edge of caution, a question laced in fear and confusion.Ezekiel’s gaze never left mine. He muttered, almost in disbelief, “You… you are the daughter of my lost sister.”I gasped, my cup

Aurelia’s POVThe moment I heard the harsh, rasping cough, my chest froze. I had been standing beside Dominic during the council meeting, trying to keep my composure as the room swirled with whispers and hushed panic. But when crimson streaks appeared on his lips, I gasped, my hands flying to his chest. “Dominic! Calm down, what’s happening?”His eyes, usually so strong and commanding, widened in shock and pain. He tried to raise a hand, to reassure me, but he faltered. “Aurelia…” he rasped, his voice hoarse, wet with blood. “I … can’t…”“Don’t speak!” I cried, grabbing him, supporting his weight. My knees nearly buckled under his sudden heaviness. “Guard! Help me!” I shouted, my voice cracking, panic searing through my veins.Some of the council officers had already begun filing out, murmuring among themselves about some unknown disease, their faces pale and uncertain. Their whispers filled the hall like poison in the air. “He’s sick… he’s gone mad… maybe it’s some plague…”I ignored