All Chapters of Reborn As Alpha Hated Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

Chapter 16Daniella’s POVI knew the pack would turn on me.I just didn’t know it would happen this fast.The morning air felt wrong the moment I stepped outside. Too quiet. Too alert. Wolves stood in clusters, whispering behind hands, their eyes tracking me as though I’d grown claws overnight. Omegas lowered their heads. Warriors stiffened. Even the wind felt like it was holding its breath.I kept walking.I had learned something in this pack—fear only fed them when you flinched.Nora met me halfway through the courtyard, pale and shaking.“Ma Lyra,” she whispered urgently, grabbing my sleeve. “You mustn’t go to the hall.”My heart thudded. “Why?”Her eyes darted toward the council wing. “The Alpha… Serena… the elders. They’re already gathered.”The word gathered tasted like blood.Before I could ask anything else, the horns sounded.Not the ceremonial ones.The judgment call.Wolves poured in from every corner of the territory, drawn by instinct and command. My stomach twisted viole

Chapter Eighteen – The cell was colder than I remembered. The stone walls seemed to close in around me, the faint moonlight filtering through the narrow window feeling more like a spotlight than freedom. I pressed my hands against the bars and let out a slow breath, my stomach tightening with the life growing inside me.I couldn’t stay here. I wouldn’t.My fingers traced the lock, recalling the mechanics I had studied in my old life—levers, pressure points, hidden weaknesses. Every skill I had learned, every instinct I had honed, now had a single purpose: escape.A sharp click echoed through the cell. My heart jumped, and for a moment, I dared to hope. Then the bars shifted beneath my touch. Freedom wasn’t just a thought anymore—it was within reach.I slipped into the shadowed corridors, silent as the moonlight itself. Every step was measured; every breath controlled. My pulse pounded, not from fear, but from the raw thrill of movement, of being alive, of taking my fate into my own h