All Chapters of Revenge Of The Alpha's Reborn Mate: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Interrogation (Lucas' POV)I assembled everyone who'd had workshop access in the council chamber. About fifteen pack members including craftspeople, guards, delivery staff, and maintenance workers.They filed in nervously, clearly aware something serious had happened but not sure what.Isabella stood beside me, arms crossed, face carefully neutral. But I felt her tension through the mate bond. Her anger. Her hurt at being betrayed by someone she'd trusted.When everyone had gathered, I let the silence stretch. Let them feel the weight of what was coming.Then I spoke, my voice cold enough to make several wolves flinch."Someone placed a dark magic device in the jewelry workshop. A scrying mirror. It was used to spy on Isabella's work. To steal her designs."Gasps. Wide eyes. Nervous shuffling."That person is in this room."More silence. Heavier now. Fearful.I scanned the faces, looking for tells. Guilt. Panic. The subtle signs of someone caught.But they all looked nervous. Being i

Stolen Dreams (Damien's POV)I stood in my newly opened workshop, hastily constructed in one of Silvercrest's unused warehouses, but functional enough for what we needed.Workers moved through the space like automatons. Eyes glazed. Movements precise but unnaturally smooth. No conversation. No breaks. No complaints.Just constant, mechanical production.They churned out jewelry at inhuman speed. Rings. Necklaces. Bracelets. Earrings.Beautiful pieces. Intricate designs. Wolf motifs woven through Celtic knots. Delicate metalwork that caught the light perfectly.Isabella's pieces.Every single one stolen from her designs. Copied exactly from the sketches Joe had provided through that scrying device.And they were magnificent.Which made sense. Isabella had always had talent. Even when I'd dismissed it as frivolous hobby work, part of me had recognized the skill behind her creations.Now that skill was working for me instead of her.Vanessa appeared beside me, looking smug and satisfied.

Picking Up Pieces (Lucas' POV)I found Isabella in our suite, still wearing the dress she'd put on for her grand opening. It had been a few hours since we returned to the pack and I left her to attend to pressing matters.I didn't want to, but it was something that required my presence and Isabella encouraged me to go, claiming she was fine.Clearly she wasn't.She sat on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing. Hands folded in her lap. Expression completely blank.She hadn't moved from the position I left her in hours. Hadn't changed. Hadn't cried since that first breakdown behind the shop.Just sat there, pale and hollow."Isabella."No response. Not even a flicker of recognition.I sat beside her carefully, not touching yet. Giving her space to process.Through the mate bond, I felt... numbness. Like she'd shut down completely to avoid feeling the full weight of what happened."Talk to me," I said softly.Long silence. So long I thought she wouldn't respond.Then she spoke, voice f

Baiting the Hook (Isabella's POV)I sketched a stunning bracelet design, intricate wolf links that interlocked in a pattern that would catch every eye.Beautiful. Eye-catching. Exactly the kind of flashy piece that would appeal to Damien's desire for impressive displays.But I used the wrong metal ratio in my notes. Copper content too high. It would tarnish to ugly green within days of skin contact.Perfect.Lucas watched over my shoulder as I worked, occasionally asking questions about the technical details."The metal ratio, that's what causes the tarnishing?""Yes. Normal bronze has specific copper-to-tin ratios that prevent oxidation. I'm specifying a ratio that looks similar on paper but will oxidize rapidly when exposed to skin oils and sweat."I added another note to the design specifications."By day three of normal wear, the wearer's skin will have green marks. By day seven, the piece itself will be visibly discolored.""And Damien won't notice the problem?""Not if he's jus

Passion and Promises (Isabella's POV)The chill of the night air seeped through the open doors of the balcony, carrying the faint scent of frost-kissed pines from the gardens below Frostveil Palace. I found Lucas standing there, staring at the stars.The trap was set. Joe had delivered the flawed designs. Now we waited.I slipped up behind him, my arms encircling his waist, pressing my body against the solid warmth of his back. "Thank you," I murmured, my lips brushing the nape of his neck. "For believing in me even when I didn't believe in myself."He stiffened for a heartbeat, then relaxed into my embrace, his hands covering mine where they rested on his abdomen. The muscles there tensed under my touch, a reminder of the strength that had carried us through so many storms.Lucas turned slowly, his eyes—those piercing hazel depths that always seemed to see straight through to my soul—locking onto mine. He pulled me flush against him, our bodies aligning in that perfect, familiar way