Todos los capítulos de Alpha's Reborn Luna-Marked For Vengeance : Capítulo 81 - Capítulo 90

Aurelia's POVWar came like a storm I had been stubbornly pretending I was ready for.But that morning before Jeffrey even returned, I knew there was no more time to pretend. No more time to breathe, to think, to hope someone else would fix the mess Selena created. My children were out there, the rogues were stirring like a disturbed nest, and every second felt like a blade dragging across my skin.So I stood in front of the Crystal Moon warriors at dawn, armor strapped tight, my hair pushed back, my chest already burning with too much adrenaline. I stepped forward and raised my hand, and immediately the murmuring died. Hundreds of eyes turned to me.“My kids are out there,” I started, my voice cracking before I forced it steady, “and Selena thinks she’s going to use this war to hide what she’s done. But she doesn’t understand something about me.”I looked at all of the men and women who trusted me, who were waiting for me to break, who would follow me even if I walked into death its

ALPHA DOMINIC'S POVI locked the door behind me.That was the first thing I did.The study was silent, heavy with the smell of old books and polished wood, but the silence didn’t calm me. It never did. I walked to the far corner, leaned my forehead against the wall, and finally let myself break.I didn’t make a sound at first.My shoulders shook. My chest burned. My hands clenched so tight my nails bit into my palms. I pressed my fist against my mouth, biting down hard, but it still came—hot, choking sobs that tore out of me whether I wanted them to or not.My children were gone.I could still feel their weight in my arms. Still hear Aurelia’s exhausted laugh when she named them. Still see the way Madeline curled her fingers around mine. Still remember Kieran’s tiny fist punching the air like he was already ready to fight the world.And I had failed them. I had failed all of them.I slid down the wall and hit the floor hard, my back against the bookshelf. My head fell forward, my brea

AURELIA’S POVThe moment I held them in my arms, everything else vanished. Madeline’s tiny fingers curled around mine, and Kieran rested his head against my shoulder, his small chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm. My lips pressed gently to each of their foreheads, and I couldn’t stop the tears from falling.“I’ve got you,” I whispered, voice breaking. “I’ve got both of you now. No one… no one will ever take you from me again.”Dominic was beside me in an instant, his arms wrapping around me from behind as he kissed my hair, his face buried against my shoulder. “You brought them back,” he murmured, his voice trembling. “You saved them, Aurelia. Thank you.”I turned in his arms, cupping his face with both hands. “We saved them,” I said, my lips brushing his. “We… all of us.”The palace erupted when word spread. Servants, guards, council members, even some nobles—all crowded into the hall where we arrived. Tables were prepared, and a feast was laid out as though we were celebratin

Aurelia’s POVThe Forgotten Realm did not open its gates. It swallowed us.The moment I stepped past the boundary stone, the world folded inward like a breath being held too long. Light bent. Sound warped. The air thickened until every inhale scraped my lungs like frost.I tightened my hold on my children.Madeline slept against my chest, her tiny fingers curled into the fabric of my cloak, her warmth anchoring me. Kieran lay in my other arm—too quiet, too still for a newborn. His eyes were open, staring at nothing, reflecting shadows that didn’t belong to this world.“I’m here,” I whispered to them, more to myself than anyone else. “Mommy is right here.”The Forgotten Realm answered with silence.The ground beneath my feet was not stone or soil but something in between ash mixed with memory. Each step released whispers, soft and layered, brushing against my mind like fingertips.Luna…Mother…Queen of blood…Lyra stood behind me, her face pale, her hands trembling as she wrote hurrie

Aurelia’s POVMy dreams were no longer mine.I knew the moment sleep took me now because my wolf curled inward instead of stretching free.And then he was there.Liam did not chase me in my dreams as expected, he was a gentleman.I found myself standing in endless twilight, the sky bruised purple and black, the moon hanging low like it was listening. The ground beneath my bare feet pulsed faintly, alive, responding to my presence.“Aurelia,” Liam’s voice murmured, smooth as silk, curling around my thoughts.I did not turn.“I won’t look at you,” I whispered.He laughed softly, unbothered. “You already are.”A shadow stretched along the ground beside me, rising, forming his shape before he stepped into it fully. He looked exactly as he always did.“You were tired,” he said gently, walking a slow circle around me. “I could feel it.”“Get out of my head.”“You invited me,” he replied calmly. “Every time you bled. Every time your wolf weakened.”His fingers brushed the air near my temple