All Chapters of Reborn As Alpha Hated Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

Chapter Ten~Daniella's PovI ran back to the wine counter. Gulping all the wine available on the table, the waitress tried stopping me but I gave him a sign to go away." He wants me dead." I burst into laughter.The wine burned my throat as I drank over and over again.The music died down and the laughter began to disappear. Everywhere became silent, just what I wanted.No Karen, No prophecy, No curse, No child.For the first time in a long time, my mind went so quiet.Just the smell of alcohol and my numbness.I was tired of every single thing. The fear of pretending to be strong. Tired of fear sneaking into my spine.So, I continued drinking until everything went silent. My heart stopped aching, it was all peaceful now." Hello pretty." The voice was hoarse and calm.I stiffened, turning slowly.A man with blue eyes stood behind me, calm, his jaw clenched so hard I was afraid it was going to break." I don't think you should be out here alone. You need to go back to your chambers

Chapter 12~Daniella's POVI got off the bed, scared and confused. The voices. Serena? To kill Serena?It was dusk already. The ashes on the doorway caught my attention, it was a way of saying "You don't belong here" in a witch way. It means only one thing, a witch was here.It was dusk and the Nora hasn't called me to the dinning table yet. " Ma Lyra!" She bowed.She understood the look on my face and held my hands taking me back into the room." Serena has ordered that you would be served no meal till she insist on it. I'm sorry." She apologized." And Karen?" I arched my brow curiously." He didn't say anything about it. I would advice you to stay away from the Alpha for now."" But, I didn't do any of those accusation she laid on me Nora. Believe me," I said bursting into tears. " I know you didn't." She said pulling me into a hug.*********Each passing day kept getting worse than the other.It's been two weeks now and I haven't been served any meal by the servants. Nora sneak

Chapter 15The night was quiet, almost deceivingly so.The moon hung low over the training yard, silver light spilling over the stone tiles. Shadows stretched long and thin, and the air smelled of damp earth and iron. I had chosen this night deliberately—no guards, no council, no eyes to witness the trials I set for myself.I was alone.I had been sparring against three warriors from the pack—a test of endurance, of timing, of strategy. I had only one dagger. One small, unremarkable dagger that gleamed faintly in the moonlight. My movements were deliberate, calculated; each step I took was measured, each strike planned.The first wolf lunged. I sidestepped, letting his momentum carry him past me, then spun and slashed his arm. He yelped, falling to the ground, clutching the wound.The second lunged, taller and heavier. I pressed my dagger against his side and pivoted, using his weight to unbalance him. His legs buckled, and he crashed into the stone, stunned.The third charged reckles