Lahat ng Kabanata ng Reborn: The Alpha's Obsession : Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Aurelia had never liked silence.Not the heavy kind.Not the kind that pressed against her ribs and reminded her that something inside her had shifted.The forest still lingered in her bones.Not the trees.Not the wind.But the moment her power had surged — wild, uncontrollable — and then something unseen struck back.The memory of that fracture made her wolf stir uneasily.It had not felt like a simple attack.It had felt… deliberate.Targeted.But she refused to let that thought take root.Because when she thought of that day, another image replaced it.Damon stepping from the treeline.Calm.Unrushed.As though he had always been meant to be there.She remembered how his presence had cut through the chaos — not overpowering, not domineering, just steady.“You’re safe,” he had said.And for a moment — just one — she had believed it.Now, days later, she stood before her mirror, adjusting the silver clasp at her collar.She told herself this meeting was political courtesy.Gratitude

“It’s been three days already, and you still haven’t returned,” Damon murmured, leaning casually against the wrought-iron arch of the palace’s secret garden. The scent of night-blooming jasmine floated faintly in the air, mingling with the crispness of the early evening. His piercing gaze tracked the sound of soft footsteps over the stone path.Aurelia emerged from the shadows, her golden hair catching the fading light, her expression wary but composed. She paused mid-step, noting his relaxed posture and that teasing smirk she had grown oddly fond of. “I requested this meeting,” she said softly, a small curve of a smile tugging at her lips. “So don’t pretend you’re just here by chance.”Damon chuckled, a low, almost predatory sound. “By chance? You know I don’t do anything by chance, princess. But you—” he gestured toward her, “—you have a talent for calling me out.”She lifted an eyebrow. “I’m not sure that’s a compliment.”“Maybe not,” he admitted, straightening, his dark eyes study

Lucien did not remember crossing the distance. One moment the chain was snapping toward Aurelia’s wrist, the next the world narrowed into red. Claws tore through air, through steel, through flesh. His impact hit the assassin mid-lunge with the force of a falling boulder. The man’s body slammed sideways into the shattered wall, stone exploding outward as bone gave way beneath Lucien’s weight. The glowing chain slipped from his grip—but not before its cold metal kissed Aurelia’s skin. The instant contact was made, the pulse went off. Not an explosion. Not light. Something worse. Aurelia gasped as if all the air had been ripped from her lungs at once. Her back arched violently, fingers clawing at nothing, a sound tearing from her throat that wasn’t quite a scream and wasn’t quite a wolf’s cry either. Lucien spun, eyes wild, abandoning the dying assassin without a second thought. “AURELIA!” She staggered backward, boots scraping against fractured stone. Her power ignited—but wr

Darkness did not fall.It was simply there.Not the gentle dark of night, not the peaceful hush beneath silver moonlight, but a vast, suffocating absence that seemed to swallow even the idea of sound. It stretched endlessly in every direction, thick and oppressive, pressing against Aurelia’s skin like cold water.She stood alone in it.Barefoot.Unarmed.Uncertain how long she had been there.The ground beneath her feet felt like ash — soft, shifting, warm in places and freezing in others. When she moved, it sighed, as though disturbed from an ancient sleep. Above her, there was no sky. No stars. No moon. Just a heavy, lightless void that gave nothing back.She tried to summon her power.Nothing came.Not the familiar hum beneath her skin. Not the flicker of silver light that had always answered her call. It was as though the Moon itself had turned its face away from her.Her chest tightened.“Lolli?” she called, her voice sounding too small, too human in the vast emptiness.No answer

The floor surged beneath him like a living thing.Pain lanced through his skull—Seraphine did not move immediately.She watched him — not as a woman might look at a man, not as a prisoner at a captor, not even as an ally measuring resolve.She watched him like a ritual component deciding whether it would hold.Then she exhaled.“Lie down.”Lucien didn’t argue. He lowered himself back onto the thin mattress, every muscle protesting, the stone beneath it radiating cold through his bones.Seraphine stepped fully into the circle.The air changed the instant she crossed the boundary.Not colder. Not warmer.Denser.As if the world inside the ring existed under deeper water.She knelt beside him, close enough that he could smell her — jasmine, ash, iron, something wild underneath. Her hair fell forward like a dark curtain as she leaned over him, pressing her blood-stained palm flat against the center of his chest.Right above his heart.Lucien’s wolf surged violently at the contact — not i