Todos los capítulos de Revenge Of The Alpha's Reborn Mate: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

Waking Shadows (Isabella's POV)The first real sunlight in days slipped between the heavy velvet curtains of Dad’s sickroom. I hadn’t slept. My chair was pulled so close to the bed that my knees bumped the frame every time I shifted. Lucas sat behind me on the low stool the healers had dragged in, one hand resting warm and steady on my shoulder. Neither of us had spoken in hours.Then Dad’s eyelids fluttered.Not the weak twitches from before. This time they opened. “Isabella?”My name cracked out of his throat like dry paper tearing. I grabbed his hand so fast the IV line tugged. Tears burned hot down my cheeks before I could stop them.“Dad.” My voice broke on the single word. “You’re awake.”He tried to smile. The corner of his mouth lifted, then fell again when pain flashed across his face. He sucked in a sharp breath and started to push himself up on one elbow.“Don’t—” I lunged forward.Too late.His whole body seized. A raw gasp ripped out of him. His free hand flew to his ch

Public Vow (Isabella's POV)The Great Hall smelled of pine smoke. Every bench was packed. Wolves stood shoulder to shoulder along the walls. Hundreds of eyes tracked me as I walked alone down the center aisle.Lucas stayed near the side doors. Deliberate. He didn’t follow. Didn’t hover. Just watched with that quiet hazel steadiness that said he trusted me to own this room.Dad sat in the raised Alpha chair at the far end. Pale. Thinner than I’d ever seen him. But his back was straight, chin up. He’d refused the wheelchair. Said if he was going to show his face, he’d do it on his own two feet even if it cost him later.The murmurs started the second my boots hit the stone floor.I stopped in the middle of the circle painted with the pack crest. Lifted my chin. Let the silence stretch.“I know you’re worried,” I said. My voice carried clean and sharp off the high beams. “Your Alpha was poisoned. He’s recovering, but it’s slow. You’re asking yourselves who holds Blackridge together righ

Jax's Investigation (Jax’s POV)The back room of the trading post smelled like old leather and cheap ale. The merchant sat on a crate like he wanted to disappear into it. Sweat rolled down his temple even though the night was cold.I leaned one shoulder against the wall. Arms crossed. Casual. Like we were just chatting about the weather.“I just repeat what I hear, Beta Jax,” he stammered. “I don’t start nothing. Swear on my mother’s grave.”I tilted my head. “Then tell me what you heard. And who you heard it from.”He swallowed so hard his throat bobbed. Eyes darted to the door like he expected someone to burst in.“Started a couple weeks back. Word came through Silvercrest first. Said Lady Isabella poisoned her own father. Said she was after the Alpha seat and didn’t care who got hurt. Then more stories—how she tricked Alpha Lucas into taking her in. How Frostveil’s warriors are grumbling because their Alpha’s lost focus.”He wiped his face with a shaky hand.I didn’t move. Didn’t b

Public Confrontation (Isabella's POV)I lifted my chin. The emerald dress suddenly felt like armor instead of silk. This boutique had been safe five minutes ago. Now it felt like a stage, and Vanessa had just walked on with her favorite prop.“Vanessa. Damien.” My voice came out even. “What an unpleasant surprise.”Damien’s eyes dragged over me as he stepped closer, boots loud on the polished floor.“You look well, Isabella.” His voice carried just enough to turn heads. Shoppers paused. The saleswoman froze mid-fold. “Considering everything you’ve put people through.”Helena moved to my side. Her hand brushed my elbow, in a protective way. I touched her arm gently. “I look well because I’m finally free of toxic people.” I met Damien’s stare without blinking. “You should try it sometime.”Vanessa laughed. She drifted toward a rack of gowns, fingers trailing silk like she owned the place.“Free?” She picked up a silver dress, held it against herself, tilted her head at the mirror. “Is

Damien's Return (Damien's POV)I stormed through the front entrance of my estate, and the heavy doors slammed behind me hard enough to rattle the windows. My jaw still ached from how hard I'd been clenching it during the entire drive back from that gods-damned boutique.My own warriors scattered when they saw me coming. Like I was diseased. Like I was weak.Maybe I was.The marble floors of my estate echoed with my footsteps, but the sound felt empty. Everything about this place felt wrong now, cold and unwelcoming in ways it never had before. When Isabella lived here, these halls hummed with life. Pack members gathered in common areas. The kitchens smelled like fresh bread. Warriors laughed during shift changes.Now? Silence. Whispers. Averted eyes.I caught two omegas whispering near the stairs. They went silent the second they saw me, bowing their heads quickly before scurrying away.Cowards. All of them.I found Vanessa exactly where I expected, in what used to be Isabella's offi