All Chapters of Reborn & Became The Alpha's Obsession: Chapter 51 - Chapter 57

꧁ SELENE'S POVPeople always assumed warmth had to be a mask for something colder underneath. I found that assumption almost quaint, honestly, sitting in my private sunroom that morning with a cup of tea slowly cooling beside me, watching the light move gold and unhurried across the garden below.I genuinely liked people. I always had. I liked Aurelia, specifically, more than perhaps I should have allowed myself to, given everything I was asking of her. There was something in her — sharp, hungry, dangerously capable — that reminded me of myself at that age, before I'd learned to fold ambition into something quieter, more patient, more effective. I didn't manipulate her the way a colder woman might have, extracting warmth as a tool and discarding it the moment it stopped being useful. I actually enjoyed her company. I simply also understood, clearly, precisely, that her usefulness and my genuine fondness for her could exist side by side without either one canceling out the other.That

꧁ ASHER'S POVIdris arrived at my study without ceremony, Grace trailing behind him with the particular brisk energy she carried whenever a piece of investigation finally moved somewhere solid instead of circling scattered fragments."Ownership records," Idris said, setting a thin folder on my desk. "Took longer than the week I promised, but I wanted it airtight before bringing it to you."I opened the folder, scanning the property registration he'd flagged, the same address Grace's earlier financial trail had connected to Whitfield and Cross's original incorporation filing. My gaze caught on the registered owner, and something in my chest tightened, recalibrating fast."A household trust," I said. "Not Marcus directly.""Correct." Idris tapped the page, his expression dry, unimpressed by my surprise. "Registered under the Greyson household trust structure, which technically covers property held for the extended family rather than any single individual's personal assets. Doesn't clear

JAXON'S POVAurelia's call came through while I was still sitting with the itemized folder Thomas had given me days earlier, the numbers still burning behind my eyes every time I closed them. I answered without much enthusiasm, expecting another careful, calculated conversation designed to steer me somewhere I'd resent later."I know this is hard for you," she said, before I'd even finished my greeting, her voice carrying none of the practiced warmth I'd learned to recognize weeks ago. Something rawer instead, something that actually sounded like her. "I saw the folder Dad showed you. I went through the same thing myself, a few days before you did.""You saw it too.""Every line item." Something bitter entered her voice, and for the first time in weeks, I believed the emotion was entirely her own instead of something calibrated for my benefit. "Do you understand what it's like, Jaxon? Growing up outside a family like ours, watching from the edges, and then finally getting invited back

꧁ ASHER'S POVI found Lyra in the small sitting room off my private quarters, the same room where I'd first laid out the full truth of the curse months earlier, and something in her stillness told me before she spoke a single word that whatever she'd come to tell me would cost us both something significant."I need to show you something," she said, and set Idris's confirmation page on the table between us, her hand steady despite what I could see sitting heavy behind her eyes.I read the trust registration slowly, the name settling into place with a weight I didn't fully absorb until the second time through. Selene Greyson. Individual holder, independent authority, the exact structure I'd spent weeks assuming belonged somewhere closer to Marcus's household without ever once considering it might trace directly to my own aunt."That's not possible," I said, the denial arriving before I'd consciously chosen it, some old instinct rejecting the sentence the same way Lyra's had, apparently,