All Chapters of Reborn: Aria's Revenge: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Aria's POV‎"I won't let her see the next two days."‎‎The words repeated in my head like a dark prayer. I paced around the room, my thoughts heavy and wild. Kael was delaying. Even after all my begging and pressure, he still refused to kill her. His hesitation didn’t calm me — it only made my anger stronger.‎‎Her name burned in my mind. Elena. Every time I said it, it tasted bitter. Every memory of her hurt me like fresh wounds. The more I remembered, the more I wanted revenge. It grew inside me like poison.‎‎Then the plan came to me. It didn’t creep in slowly, it hit me all at once. I smiled, and it felt like putting on a mask. I picked up my phone and called Kael.‎‎"Hello, Aria," he said.‎‎"Hello, Kael. Sorry I haven’t called till now," I said, my voice calm as river ice.‎‎There was silence for a few seconds.‎‎"I don’t want Elena dead again," I said quietly and the words were both apology and threat.‎‎"I said that when I was angry," I told him.‎‎"I know. You said a

‎I turned to Rizzo and blinked. “Excuse us for a moment,” I said.‎He inclined his head and drifted away, his eyes never leaving us. The room narrowed to the space between me and the woman who had taken everything.‎“I am Aria,” I said, facing Elena.‎“You said that was your name,” she replied, voice tight.‎“Yes,” I said. It was time. I could feel the moon under my skin, the hunger and the purpose together like a living thing. I needed her to know. I needed her to know before I finished what I had come to finish.‎“I am your sister,” I said, each word an accusation and a confession all at once. “I am Aria. The one you killed under moonlight. I am back.”‎“For justice,” I added, my voice fraying at the edge.‎She laughed once, a sound without humor. “This is a joke,” she said.‎“Joke?” I echoed. “Do you think I am joking?”‎Her eyes searched my face. “You expect me to believe that? That only happens in stories, in fairy tales and old wives’ superstitions.”‎“I know your mission,” she

‎Alpha Kael’s POV‎‎The entire pack stood in silence, dressed in black. The weight of mourning pressed down on everyone like a thick fog. Elena’s burial had drawn every wolf in the territory, and the air felt heavy with grief.‎‎Aria stood beside me, her long black gown moving softly with the evening breeze. She looked calm, serene, unreadable. I envied that calmness because inside me, a storm was rising.‎‎My eyes drifted across the crowd until they landed on Leo. His stare was sharp and accusing. I looked away immediately. I knew why he suspected me. He had been at my door that night, had overheard fragments of my conversation with Aria, words that sounded like murder when taken out of context. Now that Elena was dead, suspicion had hardened into certainty.‎‎But I ignored him. I had bigger concerns.‎‎The Elder finished reading Elena’s biography. The guards brought her coffin forward and placed it at the center. I stepped toward it with a weight I could hardly carry.‎‎I open

I spent the entire afternoon preparing the dining table, arranging everything with care as the faint evening glow filtered through the curtains. The dishes were positioned exactly the way I wanted them. Maca chicken pie steaming softly. Vegetables glistening with spices. A plate of creamy macaroni set beside two glasses of chilled juice that sparkled like rubies under the light. Everything needed to look perfect. Everything needed to feel planned.Because tonight was not just dinner.Tonight was strategy.Tonight was the first step in destroying Kael.And Adrean was the tool.I moved around the table one more time, adjusting anything that seemed an inch out of place. My heart pulsed with anticipation, and with calculation. I had invited Adrean with a simple lie. A harmless invitation. Dinner. Nothing more. And he accepted faster than I expected.He was known across the packs for one thing.A weakness.A hunger he could never tame.Lust.I walked to the mirror and studied the gown I wo

The hall glittered like a sky full of stars. Music boomed from the crystal speakers, echoing through the enormous ballroom of the MoonHowl pack. Wolves from several territories filled the place, all dressed in their most extravagant outfits. Every she-wolf sparkled, decorated in jewels and shimmering gowns. The scent of perfume, wolf musk and celebration blended into the air.​I sat beside Mich at the high table. His arm rested firmly around my waist. It felt more like a claim than a gesture of affection. The MoonHowl Alpha coronation party was in full swing and although I had no desire to attend, Mich had insisted. He wanted me there by his side. He wanted to be seen with me.​My red ball gown hugged my body tightly. My heels were high enough to test my balance. My hair had been styled perfectly and diamond accessories sparkled against the layers of makeup that completely transformed my face. I looked like someone else entirely.​The music grew louder. Mich leaned closer and without