All Chapters of Reborn of the Betrayed Luna: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The moment my father stepped into the cabin, pandemonium erupted like a dam breaking open. The cabin that had been weighed down with tension before became a war camp where savage rage was the law. I stepped backward in shock, struggling to breathe as wolves attacked one another with deadly purpose, their snarls ringing in the clearing like the cries of the damned.Throats were ripped apart, flesh being ripped by ruthless jaws. Blood was flung into the air like a macabre fountain, spattering the ground in red. My chest pounded in shock as I beheld the killing before me.Out of the chaos, I spotted my father, Alpha Andrew flung Agatha towards Beta Mark and barked, “put her in the dungeon. We need answers before we end her.” Without a word, Beta Mark grabbed her by the arm and dragged her away. My legs carried me on their own, pulling me back from the chaos. I ran out of the cabin, halting just at a thicket beyond which I could still observe them at some distance.I stooped low, gaze int

Don's POV"Alpha Don, a word."Alpha Andrew's voice pierced the air, hard and authoritative. His icy stare was fixed on me."Whatever you need to tell him, I need to hear it too," Melody declared, standing between us.Her tone didn't falter, nor did the steel in her eyes."This doesn't involve you," Alpha Andrew snarled, scowling at his daughter. "Go to your room, Melody."She put her arms across her chest. "I must have left you with the impression that I was seeking permission," she said icily. "Alpha Don is my guest. If you have something to communicate to him, you will communicate it before me. There is nothing between you two that does not include me."The air grew heavy with tension as father and daughter glared at one another—two storms smashing together in silence. And as I observed them, I couldn't help but smile inwardly. They were fire and fire, too similar to recognize. Melody might not have inherited her father's eyes, but she had his fire in her heart.My little spitfire. She wa

Melody's POVThe heavy silence in the room was abruptly broken by a knock."Alpha…" spoke Beta Mark outside in the thick wooden door—sounding calm, yet with a hint of urgency. "Alpha Jay of the Merlot Pack has arrived."My blood froze.I glanced at my father. His jaw had locked hard as steel, his eyes hardening with the cold intensity of a wolf about to strike. The mere mention of the name—Jay—was sufficient to alter the atmosphere in the room."Who the devil is he here?" I breathed, fists tightening into knots at my sides.Alpha Andrew didn't respond. He was already striding towards the door, his stance rigid with anger, every movement with suppressed rage.Jay.Of all people to show up now—after the kidnapping.What do you play at now, Jay?"Stay back," my father snarled over his shoulder.But I didn't take a step back. I moved forward instead, my voice authoritative. "No. I need to see him too."He hesitated for a moment. And then, wordlessly, nodded very slightly.The door crept o

It had been almost two weeks since I had seen Don.Two restless, long weeks of silence and doubt. No call. No news. No, nothing. Only the dull pain of waiting. He had plunged himself headfirst into the search—following every lead, overturning every rock, pursuing ghosts through foreign lands. His purpose was simple: locate Agatha and his missing brother, discover the truth, and stop the menace that had already brought so much suffering. Don wasn't one to lose easily, not when the stakes were the people he loved. I knew he would never quit until they found him—or he found them first.As he ventured into the dark, I stayed in mine.Trapped. Monitored. Protected.Not because I craved protection—but because I required it. After last time, we knew better than to take Agatha lightly. She had attempted to kill me once already, and her memory continued to haunt me like a mark burnt onto my soul. Her viciousness hadn't ended at treachery alone. She had gone deeper—further—attempting to silence

Melody's POVI rose at dawn to the shouting and rushing footsteps. My father's voice boomed from downstairs, giving orders to the enforcers. Wearing only my nightclothes, I opened my eyes and stepped out of my bedroom, attracted by the urgency in his voice.He stood before me dressed in his complete uniform, the crest of our family embroidered boldly across his chest, his stance commanding and proud. He was the warrior he had been all those years ago—a far different man from the one who had sat beside me under the cover of darkness during our late-night conversations or paced back and forth, fretting about my safety. This incarnation of my father—the protector, the general—made me shudder.Apprehension settled within my heart.He had lost everything once for standing up for me, even his head—literally. I would never forget the sight of his execution, the cost he paid in a past none of the others remembered. I would never forgive myself if he were to die again… because of me. "Leaving now