Semua Bab Killed and Reborn: My Alpha’s Obsession : Bab 121 - Bab 130

They dragged the wounded—and the living attackers—out of the kill zone before the forest could swallow any more of them.Rhea picked a shallow, slightly wider stretch of road just beyond the worst of the choke point. It wasn’t perfect, but it gave them a little more breathing space and fewer angles for anyone else to drop down on their heads.“Downed here,” she ordered, pointing to a strip of relatively flat ground shaded by a pair of birches. “Prisoners there. Everyone else, move.”Rin dropped to her knees beside Deren, who was gritting his teeth around a strip of leather while Talia pressed a wad of cloth against the gash on his thigh.“It went clean through,” Talia said, jaw tight. “Arrow. I got it out, but—”Blood had soaked half the makeshift bandage. It smelled hot and coppery, too bright against the dirt.Rin’s stomach flipped.“I’ve got it,” she said. Her voice sounded steadier than she felt.She pressed her hands over Talia’s, then eased the girl’s fingers away. Warmth and st

The weather turned the next day.They’d barely ridden an hour when the sky, which had started as a sullen grey smear, thickened into something darker. Clouds boiled up from the west, low and heavy, swallowing the weak autumn sun.Rin tasted the shift in the air before the first drop fell—metallic, charged, the way it always felt just before the sky decided to open.“Rain,” Jax said, sniffing. “Fast.”Rhea looked up, squinting. “How far to the next settlement?”Kael glanced at the map in his head. “Half a day to Stoneford if we push.”“We’re not making half a day without drowning,” Talia said as a fat raindrop splatted on her nose. “I vote we grow gills.”Thunder rumbled in the distance, low and promising.Rin tugged her cloak tighter. The first scatter of drops quickly turned into a sheet. In minutes, they were all soaked—hair slicked to foreheads, cloaks plastered to shoulders, horses snorting and tossing their heads as water ran down their faces.“We need shelter,” Rhea shouted over

Rin woke to warmth and weight and the steady rise and fall of someone else’s breathing.For a second, in that foggy place between sleep and waking, she let herself sink into it. The feel of a firm chest under her cheek. An arm wrapped around her waist, hand resting possessively—not gripping, just there. The faint smell of pine and smoke and something uniquely Kael in her lungs.Then memory hit.Storm. Narrow bed. Careful questions. Permission. Heat. His mouth. Her own voice saying *yours* like a vow.She opened her eyes.The cabin’s interior was a blur of grey and dim ember glow. The fire had burned down to a few stubborn coals. Sera sat by the door, quiet and alert, on whatever watch they were up to now. Talia’s blanket‑wrapped form snored softly near the hearth. Rhea had vanished from the pallet at some point; her bedroll now lay closer to the opposite wall.Rin was very much still on the pallet.It's very much still in Kael’s arms.They’d gravitated toward the middle of the mattres

They didn’t make it far before the sky decided it hadn’t quite finished with them.By late afternoon, a fine, needling rain had started again, more mist than downpour, turning the road slick and the air clammy. Rhea called a halt in a shallow hollow just off the path—enough tree cover to cut the wind, not enough to hide anything larger than a rabbit.“Short stop,” she said. “Food if you can stomach it. Then we push on to a better camp.”Rin slid off her horse, legs protesting, and rubbed at a tight spot in her shoulder. Her magic sat quiet but awake under her skin, like a muscle that had been worked and was ready to go again if she asked.“Rin,” Sera called from the edge of the clearing. “Something you should see.”Rin followed her.Sera stood near the base of a broad oak where the trees grew thicker, one hand on the rough bark. She’d brushed aside leaf mulch at the roots to reveal a set of small stones arranged in a precise, careful pattern—a circle, broken in one spot, with three li

They broke camp at first light, moving through the motions with the efficient fog of tired wolves. The road unwound beneath their horses’ hooves in a blur of damp earth and low branches and the occasional flash of water through the trees.By late afternoon, the forest thinned, and the sound of running water grew louder. A small river cut across their path, not wide but fast, its surface chattering over rounded stones. Rhea called a halt on its bank.“Water the horses,” she said. “We’ll camp on the rise there.” She pointed to a gentle slope overlooking the river. “Good view. Less mud.”They dismounted, leads in hand, leading their mounts to drink. The air was cooler here, crisp with the tang of flowing water and distant pine. The sky, finally clear, was beginning to bruise with the first shades of the evening.Rin stood at the edge of the river, boots at the limit of the damp bank. The current tugged at stray leaves and foam, relentless and unconcerned. She watched it for a while, lett