All Chapters of Revenge Of The Alpha's Reborn Mate: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Shadows on the Road (Lucas' POV)Pine trees pressed close on both sides as sped through the forest, branches heavy with snow, scraping the roofs every few turns. Mist hung low in the valleys, making sight a bit difficult.I kept one eye on the rearview mirror. That shadow from the treeline still gnawed at me.Isabella sat in the back, quiet since we left the courtyard. Too quiet. Her fingers twisted the gray scarf Helena gave her, over and over, like she could wring answers out of the wool. The soft silver threads caught the weak light filtering through the tinted windows.I glanced at her in the mirror. Green eyes fixed on nothing. Jaw tight.“You regretting this ride already?” I asked, keeping my voice light.She blinked. Looked up. Met my eyes in the glass.“No.” A small pause. “Just… thinking.”“About?”“Everything.” She gave the scarf one last twist, then let it fall into her lap. “About how fast everything changed. About how I’m going back to a house that used to feel like home

Bedside Vigil (Lucas' POV)The healer’s quarters smelled like bitter herbs and burning wax. Dim candles flickered along the walls, throwing long shadows over the narrow bed. Evan Evergreen lay still under heavy blankets, skin pale, breathing shallow. The runes carved into the bedposts glowed faint blue—holding the poison at bay, but not beating it.Isabella rushed forward the second we stepped inside. She dropped to her knees beside the bed, hands shaking as she reached for his. Her fingers wrapped around his thin ones like they were the only thing keeping her grounded.“Dad,” she whispered. Voice cracked. “It’s me.”Evan’s eyelids fluttered. Slow. Painful. His head turned an inch. Green eyes, same shade as hers, found her face. A ghost of a smile pulled at his cracked lips.“Bella…” The word came out rough. Barely there. “Knew you’d come.”She pressed his hand to her cheek. Tears slipped down her fingers. “I’m sorry. I should’ve been here sooner.”He squeezed back. Weak. But real. “

Planning the Trap (Lucas' POV)Voices drifted from the war room as I approached the door. Low and urgent. Isabella’s sharp, Griffin’s gruff. I paused outside, hand on the knob. Her tone pulled me in. Firm, with no room for doubt. “Too risky,” Griffin said. “If they buy the accusation, they’ll want real blood. I can take a few lashes, but what if someone jumps in? Ruins the play?”Isabella’s voice fired back. “That’s the point. Whoever tries to stop it—or doesn’t—shows their hand. We need the reaction. The interference. That’s how we flush them out.”I pushed the door open. The room smelled like old maps and lantern oil. Tables sprawled with sketches of the pack grounds, pins marking guard posts. Dim light flickered over the walls. Outside the window, training fields stretched dark under the trees.They looked up. Griffin leaned on the table, arms crossed. Isabella stood straight, hair loose over her shoulders, eyes bright with that fire I couldn’t ignore.I stepped in and shut the d

Emerald's Truth (Lucas' POV)The healer’s quarters felt smaller now. Lanterns burned low, casting gold flickers over shelves of vials and dried herbs. The omega sat on a low stool, knees pulled up, still shaking. Griffin stood by the wall, shirt back on, fake blood cleaned away. Isabella held the emerald necklace in both hands. The stone rested heavy in her palms.I watched her from the doorway. She looked small in the dim light, but steady. Her fingers closed around the gem. Took a slow breath.The emerald flared. Soft green light spilled between her fingers, bright enough to paint shadows on the walls. Magic hummed in the air—sharp, and cold, like winter wind.The omega whimpered. “That’s… that’s what she used. The red-haired woman. She touched it. Said it would hide everything.”Isabella’s eyes widened. She lifted the necklace higher. The glow pulsed once. Twice. Tiny threads of violet light snaked out from the stone, thin as spider silk. They twisted, reached toward the omega, th

Whispers of the Past (Lucas' POV)The balcony rail was cold under my palms. Night had settled over Blackridge, stars sharp against the dark. Isabella stood beside me, elbows resting on the stone, staring out at the snow-covered grounds. The pack lights glowed faint in the distance. Quiet. Peaceful. For once.She hadn’t said much since the training field. Just walked with me up here when the warriors finally dispersed. Now the silence stretched. Comfortable, but heavy.I turned my head. Watched her profile. The way moonlight caught in her auburn hair. “You okay?” I asked. Low.She exhaled. Breath fogged white. “Yeah. Just… thinking about old promises.”My stomach tightened. I knew where this was going.She kept looking out. Voice soft. “Damien used to say things. Big things. He promised he’d reject any fated mate the Moon Goddess threw at him. Said I was enough. Said he’d choose me over fate. Every time.”The words landed like stones. Heavy. Sharp.I gripped the rail harder. Felt my