All Chapters of Killed and Reborn: My Alpha’s Obsession : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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CHAPTER FIFTY _Deal with a Devil

*Aria*The next war council smelled of wet wool, ink, and nerves.Lucian had rolled out the big border map again, pinning the corners with stones. The witch’s cabin X sat like a wound near the northern edge. Red pins marked recent omens and disturbances; little wolf carved tokens showed our usual patrol routes.We were a small group this time.Lucian at the head of the table.Darius at his right shoulder.Rhea against the wall, arms crossed, eyes sharp.Elder Rowan is a weary but alert.Holt, scowling as always.And me, on the other side of the table, hands braced on the wood, trying not to stare too long at that little X.Lucian tapped the map with one blunt finger.“She’s here,” he said. “Or close enough that her stink leaks into our forest. We take the fight to her. We need a path that doesn’t walk us straight into her teeth.”“Paths we can scout,” Darius said. “Twists we can see coming.”“She warps the land,” Rowan added quietly. “We saw that at the tree. Sound deadens. Scent dies

CHAPTER FIFTY ‑ONE_Preparations for War

*Aria*War didn’t arrive with fanfares.It seeped into the stones.The days after our bargain with Kade blurred into a constant hum of movement—boots on floors, messengers running, hushed arguments in corners—but under it all was one steady, unspoken truth:We were marching toward a witch.For the first time since I’d woken up in this second life, we weren’t just reacting to her.We were planning to knock on her door.The joint council met in Lucian’s war room.Blackmoon on one side of the table.Nightfang on the other.It was like putting two different storms in the same bowl and asking them not to spill.Lucian stood at the head, hands braced on the edge of the big map he’d unrolled again.Kade lounged at the far end, one hip against the table, arms loosely crossed.Between them, carved wolves—Blackmoon’s black stone, Nightfang’s pale bone—marked patrol routes, known hazards, the twisted tree where the dolls had been, and, far north, the little X of the cabin.I stood at Lucian’s ri

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO_ Into the Wilds

*Aria*We left at dawn.Not the soft kind, with pink light and birdsong.The hard kind.Gray sky.Cold air that bit the inside of your nose.The pack gathered in the yard to see us off, their breath puffing in little clouds, their faces pale and set.Children clung to their mothers’ skirts.Warriors stood in tight lines, trying to look like they weren’t watching us like we were walking toward a cliff.In a way, we were.Our group was small by design.Lucian at the front, dark coat flaring, sword at his hip, curse coiled tight under his skin.Kade a little to the side, wrapped in a dark coat of his own, posture deceptively relaxed, three Nightfang wolves flanking him—Fen, the scarred female from the earlier council, and two others whose eyes held a similar feral glint.Rhea, Darius, Tomas, and one more Blackmoon warrior—a quiet older male named Garrick whose nose for trouble was almost as good as his nose for meat.Rowan, with a satchel full of hastily gathered texts and his grandmothe

CHAPTER FIFTY ‑THREE _At the Witch’s Door

*Aria*From the ridge, the cabin looked almost small.Up close, it looked like a mouth.We stood at the edge of the unnatural clearing, the normal forest giving way to a ring of dead trees that encircled the witch’s den like rotten teeth.The air changed the instant we crossed that invisible line.The faint wind that had been threading through the branches died.Silence pressed in.Not the peaceful kind.The waiting kind.Rowan inhaled and flinched.“Herbs,” he murmured. “Ash. Iron. Old blood.”He wasn’t wrong.The scents wrapped around each other, cloying and sharp.Underneath them, a note that made my stomach twist—something like the scent at the twisted tree, the dolls.Magic gone rancid.Fen spat to the side, growling something under her breath in Nightfang’s dialect that I didn’t need a translation for.Rhea shifted her grip on her spear, knuckles white.Her usual flippancy was gone, replaced by a coiled readiness that made my own spine straighten in response.I flexed my fingers

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR_The Witch’s Game

*Aria*Crossing the threshold felt like stepping off the edge of the world.The cabin’s doorway yawned before us, crooked and dark, candlelight spilling out in a sickly glow that didn’t quite reach the clearing.Lucian’s hand brushed my back again—reflex, instinct.Kade stood on my other side, posture loose, eyes feral.Behind us, I felt rather than saw our small group tighten. Rhea’s grip on her spear. Fen’s weight shifting. Rowan’s fingers closed around his charm.“Last chance to turn around,” some foolish, still‑human part of me whispered.I stepped forward anyway.My boot crossed the invisible line where outside became inside.The air changed at once.The cold bit less sharply.Heat moved over my skin—not from a hearth, but from thick, layered magic humming in the walls.Lucian and Kade came with me, flanking tight.The others followed, slower.The door creaked the rest of the way open as if pushed by an unseen hand, then swung shut behind us with a finality that made my heart lea

CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE _Blood Price

*Aria*Pain bound us for a few .Lucian’s curse mark burned bright through the ragged tear in his shirt, the lines pulsing an ugly, living red. Under my palm, through my own clothes, I felt the echo—a searing ache in the same place, like my flesh remembered a brand it had never worn.Elyra watched us both, head tilted, delighted.“See?” she purred. “What I bind stays bound. You pull on one thread, the other sings.”I forced my hand to uncurl from my chest.The pain didn’t vanish.It throbbed.A heartbeat that wasn’t entirely mine.Lucian’s jaw was clenched so hard the muscle jumped under his skin.“Enough games,” he grated out. “What do you want?”She raised a brow.“So impatient,” she mused. “I thought you’d want to chat. Catch up. You never visit.”“I’ve seen your work,” he said. “I’m not impressed.”Her lips curved.“You *should* be,” she said. “It’s some of my best.”She paced back toward her chair, skirts whispering along the floor, then turned to face us, eyes glittering.“Since

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX_Threads of Truth

*Aria*Silence pressed against my ears after she said it.*One life. Freely given.*Mine. Lucian’s. Kade’s. Or a “matched set,” as if we were rare coins, she could stack on her altar.I couldn’t breathe for a second.Couldn’t think.Somewhere behind me, Rhea cursed softly.Fen’s hand creaked on her spear shaft.Lucian’s chest rose and fell too fast, the mark still faintly glowing through the charred tear in his shirt.Kade’s face was carved stone.Elyra watched my shock like it was a show.“See?” she said, almost gently. “Honesty. I do so prefer it.”“You’ve never been honest in your life,” Lucian spat.She arched a brow.“I told your father he’d owe me in blood,” she said. “I told Nightfang’s Alpha his thirst for fear would cost him something he loved. I told your father,”—she turned her gaze to me—“that his weakest coin was also his most valuable. I haven’t lied to any of you. You simply didn’t want to hear it.”I dragged in a breath that scraped my lungs.We couldn’t leave wi

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN _Guilt and Rage

*Aria*The worst part was that I couldn’t say she was wrong.Not about the knot. Not about the blood. Not about how tangled we all were.It made me want to claw my own skin off.The cabin was too small.Too full.Too quiet.After Elyra’s little show‑and‑tell, no one knew what to say.Rowan stared at the floor like he’d just watched his entire library burn.Rhea looked like she was torn between vomiting and stabbing something.Fen’s usual hard stare had gone almost thoughtful, grief flickering behind it when the witch mentioned Nightfang’s mate.Kade stood very still, eyes on me and Lucian, his jaw set in that particular way that meant he was barely keeping something ugly leashed.Lucian… shook.Tiny tremors ran through his fingers, up his forearms, into his shoulders.His hands, the hands I’d watched in that vision wrapping around my throat, flexed as if they itched.He stared at me like he’d just realized his worst nightmare had been real all along.“You…” he said again, voice ro

CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT _’d Rather Die Than Leave You

*Aria* The forest swallowed us again. Trees. Frost. The ordinary crunch of boots on half‑frozen leaves. After the cabin, it felt like being dropped back into a half‑finished painting. Too flat. Too quiet. Too normal… on the surface. Underneath, nothing was normal. Every step away from Elyra’s lair, away from the blood‑stained table and her too‑bright eyes, made the silence between us feel thicker. Rhea walked behind me, uncharacteristically quiet. Fen kept to Kade’s left, brows furrowed, clearly chewing on the mention of Nightfang’s dead mate. Rowan muttered wards under his breath, fingers trembling slightly as he worried his charm. Kade moved at my right, a shadow at my periphery. Lucian, at my left, shoulders hunched, gaze fixed ahead. No one mentioned what we’d just seen. What we’d re‑lived. My death. His mind screamed inside his own skull. The way my soul had snagged on our bond and her threads yanked back into the world like a badly tied knot.

CHAPTER FIFTY‑NINE_The Pack Divides

*Aria*The forest felt wrong on the way back.Not like it had near the cabin—thick with magic and rot—but… emptied.As if the trees themselves were watching us go, waiting to see which of us would come limping back later, begging.We moved slower than we had on the way there.Partly because the ground seemed less eager to spit us out than it had been to suck us in.Mostly because we were wrecked.Lucian walked like his spine was the only thing holding him together—straight out of pride, not strength. Sweat had dried on his skin, leaving him pale under the smudges of soot and dirt, the torn shirt still hanging open over the fading glow of the mark.My own legs felt like lead.My magic pulsed in low, tired waves, like a muscle that had been overworked and now sulked.Behind us, the wolves of Blackmoon and Nightfang moved in a strange, uneasy rhythm.No one spoke much.Even Kade was quiet.Watchful.For once, the silence between him and Lucian wasn’t only hostility.There was… something

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