All Chapters of Killed and Reborn: My Alpha’s Obsession : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

The council hallway always felt longer when Rin was trying not to be seen in it.Officially, she’d been dismissed from breakfast to “wash up and present herself like someone who hadn’t rolled out of bed and straight into Rhea’s fists.” Unofficially, Aria and Lucian had wanted a few minutes to rearrange their faces before dealing with a delegation from a pack that still tasted like old war in half the elders’ mouths.Rin had every intention of obeying. Eventually.She padded along the stone corridor away from the main hall, boots whispering over runners worn thin by generations of feet. The air here was cooler, flavored with ink and beeswax and the faint metallic tang of weapon oil from the armory beyond. Light slanted in through high, narrow windows, painting pale rectangles on the floor.She had just reached the turn that would take her up toward her room when voices drifted from the side corridor that led to the council chamber.Rin slowed. The formal doors were half‑closed, not ful

The main hall had shed its morning clutter and pulled on its ceremonial face.The long table was cleared of maps and crumbs, replaced with a runner of dark cloth and polished wooden bowls filled with simple greenery. Torches burned steadier and brighter; someone had even taken the time to straighten the crooked tapestry by the far wall. Wolves lined the sides of the room in loose, watchful ranks—Blackmoon to the left, Nightfang to the right, leaving a clear path down the center like a scar.Rin stood just behind and to the right of Aria and Lucian, heir’s place. Not quite at their shoulders, not quite in their shadow.Her skin itched with the weight of every stare.The big doors at the far end of the hall stood open. Hoofbeats had faded into the distance; now it was the tread of boots that echoed up the stone, measured and perfectly in step.Nightfang entered.Voran led: a broad, weathered man with hair gone iron‑grey at the temples and a nose that had clearly been broken more than on

By late afternoon, the training field looked like someone had kicked a hornet’s nest made of leather and ego.Blackmoon and Nightfang warriors stood in loose lines facing each other, weapons in hand, the air thick with the scents of sweat, dust, and wary curiosity. The earlier formality of the hall had burned off; here, under open sky and on packed dirt, wolves stopped pretending they were anything else.Rin stood near the center with Rhea and Rowan, feeling a dozen gaze skitter over her like thrown stones. Some slid away fast, and others lingered a beat too long on her scar or her stance, like they were trying to decide which story she fit.“Pairs,” Rhea called, voice cracking across the field. “One Blackmoon, one Nightfang. We’re not sorting you by height or prettiness, just by whether you look like you’ll kill each other in the first five minutes. Move.”There was a ripple of movement as wolves stepped forward, matched by Rhea’s practiced eye and the occasional shove. Metal clinked

The drills should have settled after that.Blackmoon and Nightfang wolves fell back into patterns—strike, block, pivot, and trade corrections in low voices. The laughter that had flared at Daran’s fall faded to a murmur of effort and breath.But the air hadn’t quite let go of the moment.Rin could feel it: the way glances kept sliding her way, then to Daran, then to Kael. A new fault line, thin and sharp, running across the center of the field.Rhea clearly felt it, too. She clapped once, hard enough that a few wolves jumped. “Enough with the basic drills,” she called. “You’re all going through the motions like you’re half asleep. It's time to see if any of that sticks when someone actually presses you.”She jerked her chin at two warriors—one Blackmoon, one Nightfang. “You and you. Light spar. No headshots, no broken bones. Go.”They stepped into the clear space between the lines. The rest of the field fell back slightly, forming a loose ring. The pair circled, feinted, exchanged a f

The bathwater had long since gone lukewarm, but Rin was still staring at the same spot on the ceiling when her toes wrinkled.Every time she blinked, she saw the same thing: the training post at her shoulder, dust in her nose, Kael’s weight braced above her, his hand circling her wrist.You’re quick. Most symbols aren’t dangerous.She sank a little deeper until the water lapped at her chin.“Stupid,” she muttered at the empty room. “It was a spar.”Her wolf made a doubtful noise somewhere under her ribs.It had been a spar. Controlled. No claws, no blood. In front of everyone. With her parents watching, and Voran, and two packs’ worth of wolves who already had too many opinions about both heirs.And her heart had still decided that was the moment to slam against her ribs like it was trying to break out.He’d seen it. She was sure he had. Not the pulse, maybe, but the way her breath had stuttered for half a second when he’d leaned in, the way her body had reacted before her brain caugh