บททั้งหมดของ Reborn: The Alpha's Obsession : บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

The forest had gone silent.Not the natural quiet of dawn or dusk—but something deeper. Something instinctive. As though the land itself had recognized a force it could not withstand… and chosen to retreat.Lucien didn’t slow.Branches snapped beneath his horse’s hooves. Wind tore past him in violent gusts, his cloak whipping behind him like a dark omen. His eyes burned—not with rage alone, but with something far more dangerous.Fear.Not the kind that weakens.The kind that sharpens.The bond pulsed again.Stronger this time.But wrong.Twisted.As if something was pulling at Aurelia from beneath the surface of her own existence.Lucien’s grip tightened on the reins.“Hold on,” he growled under his breath. “Just a little longer.”Then—He felt it.A surge.Massive.Ancient.It crashed through the bond like a tidal wave, forcing his horse to rear violently as Lucien’s body tensed in response.His breath hitched.“…What the hell…”That wasn’t just power.It wasn’t wolf.It wasn’t anyth

‎The silver light did not fade immediately.‎‎It pressed.‎‎Heavy.‎‎Unforgiving.‎‎Like the very will of the heavens had descended and refused to move.‎‎The Moon Goddess stood at the center of it all, her presence forcing the fractured chamber into a fragile, temporary stillness.‎‎Even the darkness recoiling from the cracked earth hesitated beneath her gaze.‎‎For a moment—‎‎Everything held.‎‎Aurelia trembled in Lucien’s arms.‎‎Not violently now.‎‎Not like before.‎‎But like something inside her had been pushed back… not gone.‎‎Waiting.‎‎Watching.‎‎Her fingers clutched weakly at Lucien’s shirt.‎‎Her breath uneven.‎‎Her eyes—‎‎Still rimmed with crimson.‎‎But no longer lost.‎‎Lucien didn’t loosen his hold.‎‎Didn’t dare.‎‎His chin rested briefly against her head as if grounding himself in the reality that she was still here.‎‎Still his.‎‎Still fighting.‎‎But the silence didn’t last.‎‎It never did.‎‎“You delay the inevitable.”‎‎Damon’s vo

The world felt like it was made of glass. Thin. Fragile. Ready to shatter at the slightest vibration.Aurelia stood in the center of the ancient temple ruins, her body trembling violently, not from cold, but from the sheer magnitude of the power surging through her veins. It was too much. It was everything. She was the Lock, the vessel designed to hold back the darkness, but the seal had been broken violently, prematurely, and now the essence of the moon itself was flooding her system, threatening to tear her apart from the inside out.Her skin glowed with a radiant, silver-blue light that pulsed like a heartbeat. The air around her crackled and snapped, sending waves of energy outward that shattered stone and bent the very fabric of reality.“It burns…” she whispered, the words escaping her lips like smoke. “Lucien… it burns so much.”Lucien was there, right in front of her, fighting against the invisible pressure that tried to push him away. He reached out, his hands gripping her ar

The scream didn’t just echo; it shattered the world.It was a sound of pure agony, of a soul tearing itself apart, of power too vast for a single body to contain. Aurelia stood amidst the ruins, her form illuminated by a blinding, silver-blue radiance that pulsed like a dying star. The ground beneath her feet cracked and splintered, spreading outward like a spiderweb of destruction. The air was thick, heavy, charged with enough energy to incinerate anything that came near.Lucien was thrown backward, crashing against a massive stone pillar, the impact rattling his bones. He gasped for air, his vision swimming, but his eyes never left her. Never.“Aurelia…” he breathed, his heart clenching so tightly he thought it would stop.She was beautiful, yes, but it was the beauty of destruction. She was no longer just his mate, no longer just the Heiress of Moonlit Haven. She had become a force of nature—raw, wild, and completely unhinged. The Lock was broken, and the ancient magic was spilling

The wind had died down, but the air still crackled with residual energy, sharp and cold. The ground was scarred, blackened and cracked, evidence of the catastrophe that had almost befallen them. Aurelia stood amidst the ruins, her chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths. The blinding silver light had dimmed, receding into a soft, dangerous glow that emanated from her skin. She was no longer screaming, no longer tearing the world apart, but she was far from calm. Her eyes were still wild, still holding the reflection of the storm. She was like a volcano that had stopped erupting but was still boiling hot underneath. Dangerous. Unpredictable. She looked down at her hands, then slowly, hesitantly, placed them over her stomach. A child. The knowledge hit her again, wave after wave. It was the most impossible, miraculous thing. In the midst of death, destruction, and prophecy, life had taken root. A tiny, fragile life that was hers and Lucien’s. And it was that life… that