บททั้งหมดของ Revenge Of The Alpha's Reborn Mate: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Whispers of Deceit (Jax’s POV)Dirt crunched under my boots as I slipped past the border markers. Blackridge’s scent faded behind me, replaced by Silvercrest’s sharper pine and smoke. I kept low, wolf senses wide open, ears pricked, nose catching every shift in the wind. Damien’s territory felt wrong. Too quiet. Too watchful.I ducked into the first border tavern I found. Old wooden sign creaked above the door: The Broken Fang. Inside smelled like stale ale, wet fur, and lies. Low tables, dim lanterns, a handful of drinkers hunched over mugs. I tugged my hood lower, picked a corner booth, and ordered something dark and cheap.Two Silvercrest enforcers sat three tables away. Voices low, but not low enough.“…heard she’s got witch blood now. Poisoned her own father to clear the way.”The other snorted. “Figures. Climber like her. Trades one Alpha for a richer one, then poisons the old man so she can rule both packs.”My fingers tightened around the mug. I kept my face blank. Ears shar

Witch Hunt (Lucas' POV)The forest swallowed us the second we crossed the last Blackridge marker. Mist hung thick between the pines, turning the moonlight gray and slippery. I moved in front, Jax at my right shoulder, three warriors fanned out behind. Boots barely touched the ground—silent steps, wolf-quiet.Jax kept pace easy. His voice came low, just for me.“She really tried to strap herself to your back, huh? Girl’s got fire.”I shot him a look. “She’s scared. For her father. For me.”Jax snorted. “Scared looks good on her when she’s threatening my life. ‘Protect him or else.’ I almost believed her.”“She meant it.”He grinned. “Yeah. I know. That’s why I’m still breathing.”The trail Jax scouted earlier curved ahead—narrow, overgrown. I slowed. Raised a fist. Everyone stopped.“Smell that?” I asked.Jax lifted his head. Nose twitched. “Herbs. Sharp. Not natural.”One warrior muttered. “Witch stink.”I nodded. “Close. Spread out. No sound.”We moved like shadows. Pines thinned. A

Dark Witches (Lucas' POV)The witches stepped closer. Their chant rolled over me like cold water. Pain pulsed deeper with every step they took. My knees dug into frozen ground. Blood dripped from my mouth onto the snow, red spots spreading fast. And all I could think about was how I had barely gotten to Isabella, and now I was about to die in the most gruesome way.Worst part of it was the fact that it was at the hands of bloody witches. I should've spotted the deceit, the moment I saw them in the open cooking God knows what.Now, all my attempts to shift has been futile. Their spell shouldn't be able to keep me from taking my wolf form. Jax proved that when he shifted and I was way more dominant than him.So, what the fuck is going on?I couldn't believe I messed up this one task up. And I was about to pay the price with my life and that of my most trusted men.One witch laughed. Low. Cruel. Hood still up, but I saw the curve of her smile.“Look at the mighty Alpha,” she said. “On h

Death’s Clutches (Lucas' POV)The bolt screamed through the air. Straight for my chest. Too fast to dodge. Too close to block. I braced for impact.But Jax moved faster.Before I could react, he threw himself in front. Gray fur blurred. The arrow slammed into his shoulder. Deep. High. Right where his heart would be in human form.He yelped once. Sharp. Then shifted mid-fall. Bones cracked. Fur receded. He hit the snow naked. He didn't move as blood pooled fast under him.The witches froze. Eyes wide.My warriors roared. The chant shattered. Magic snapped like broken glass. Pain released its grip. They surged forward. Claws out, their fury palpable.But all these things barely registered as stared at the still body of my beta. As one of the warriors howled, I snapped out of my daze.Before any of the others could get to Jax, I lunged for him. Dropping beside him I rolled his body toward me. Checked the wound. Arrow buried deep. Tip almost at his heart. His Pulse was faint. Thready. B

Trust Him (Isabella's POV)I paced the length of my room. Back and forth. Boots scuffed the rug. The walls felt too close. Too quiet. Aurora prowled inside me—restless circles, tail lashing. Every step mirrored mine.“He’s out there,” she growled. “Hurt. We should go. Track him. Find him.”My chest tightened. The memory of that sharp pain still lingered—his pain, not mine. The bond waking up. Pulling me toward the forest.“I know,” I muttered. “But I can’t just leave. The pack—”“He’s our mate,” she snapped. “Our. Mate. The bond is screaming. You feel it too.”I stopped at the window. Pressed my forehead to the cold glass. “I feel it. Every second. But if I run off now… Damien wins. The pack falls apart. Dad—”Aurora whined. “He’s dying out there. We can’t sit here.”I pushed the window open. Cold air rushed in. Snowflakes drifted across the sill. I swung one leg over the frame. Ready to drop.Then the phone rang.Sharp and loud. I froze.The sound cut through the room like a blade.