Semua Bab Reborn: The Alpha's Obsession : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Aurelia jolted upright with a sharp gasp.Warm sheets tangled around her legs.Moonlight filtered through silken drapes.Her heart battered her ribs like a caged predator.She wasn’t in the forest.She wasn’t bleeding out.She wasn’t… dead.Her eyes darted wildly—taking in familiar furniture, carved from silverwood; the royal crest painted above her door; the scent of roses and pine—Home.I’m back.Aurelia’s fingers trembled as they brushed her unharmed chest—no stab wound. No blood. No pain.Her skin was perfect.She stumbled to the mirror.The girl staring back at her was the daughter of an Alpha—untouched by betrayal, not yet broken. Eighteen again. Soft curves. Bright eyes.Her heart thudded.The Moon Goddess wasn’t lying.Time had rewound.“How long…?” she whispered.Her door burst open.“Auri! Are you awake?”Her brother, little Lucas, launched into her arms—tiny and warm and safe.Safe.Alive.Her throat tightened with a sting of tears she didn’t allow.He looked up with wide

Seraphine stormed down the palace corridor, heels digging into the polished marble like daggers. Her pulse raced, not from the run through the forest—but from the memory of those silver eyes fixed on Aurelia.The Rogue King.A creature of nightmares.A beast that even Alphas feared to speak of.And he had looked at Aurelia as if… she mattered.Seraphine’s nails dug into her palms until tiny crescents of blood formed. Impossible. It was supposed to be her moment—her rise to power through the Alpha Prince of the Silvercrest Kingdom. Aurelia was meant to remain the naive shadow clinging to her side.But the Aurelia today…She was different.Colder.Sharper.Unpredictable.Seraphine pushed into her chambers, slamming the door shut. The illusion of her delicate grace shattered the moment she was alone.“Why now?” she hissed under her breath. “Why must she always steal the spotlight?”She paced, mind racing. Aurelia had been weak—blind to betrayal, desperate for love. Easy to manipulate.Bu

The grand hall of Moonlit Haven shimmered with gilded light, crystal chandeliers reflecting off polished silverwood floors. Nobles and advisors murmured among themselves, laughter masking the tension that always lingered like a predator.Aurelia entered gracefully, her smile soft, eyes wide with apparent curiosity. Every movement was measured—delicate, sweet, fragile—but inside, her mind was sharp, calculating every glance, every shadow.Seraphine lingered at the edge of the hall, radiant in sapphire silk, eyes flicking toward Aurelia with curiosity and something sharper—suspicion.The King raised his hand, calling for attention. A black-sealed letter had just been delivered, carried in by one of Lucien’s messengers. Its wax emblem — a wolf’s head surrounded by silver flames — glowed faintly, commanding fear.Aurelia froze for a moment, letting the scene register naturally, her expression a perfect mask of innocent awe. “Father… may I see?” she asked softly, stepping closer as though

Lucien had always believed stone could not fear. Rock does not shake. Mountains do not tremble. But tonight, the ridges trembled. His steed’s hooves pounded against the earth as he rode through the forbidden paths — the very boundaries that had been sealed by ancient magic since before his grandfather’s reign. A bridge had formed across the southern ravine — a bridge that should not exist. Their land was protected by runic laws; no outsider could enter without offering blood or soul. Yet someone had crossed. The air carried the stench of burnt earth and corrupted essence. Ahead, the guard lay still — roots from the ground pierced through his armor, as if nature itself tried to hold him down. His eyes, once bright with elven flame, were now blackened voids — a mark Luchen recognized instantly. “Hellspawn…” he muttered. Those cursed creations were once humans — twisted by dark alchemy and demonic runes. They were soulless hunters, weapons without mercy and without voices, bred for

Aurelia’s POV━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━Lucien stands before me — tall, carved of dangerous beauty, the moonlight outlining the sharp angles of his face. His presence is a storm held barely in chains, and every instinct inside me screams to turn and run.But something deeper…Something ancient…Pulls me toward him instead.“I won’t stay here,” I manage, though my voice betrays a small tremor. “Whatever you think this is — it’s a mistake.”His eyes narrow. Shadow and desire flicker through them.“A mistake…” His voice is a low rumble. “Is that what you call fate?”My pulse stutters.“Princess,” he steps closer — too close — and the fire in his gaze feels like a hand around my heart, “the night you crossed into my lands, something ignited. I felt it. You did too.”I swallow hard.He’s right.I did.I still do.But I refuse to crumble.“I don’t belong to ShadowFang,” I whisper. “I have a kingdom. A pack. A festival tomorrow where I—”“Where you are supposed to shift for the first time,” he fini