All Chapters of Reborn For Vengeance: Claiming All That Was His: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The fallout of the meeting with Vance lingered in the air like a storm cloud that refused to break, suffocating and charged with the disgusted scent of his betrayal. I needed space, something that could remind me I was still alive beyond those manipulative words and the embarrassment of my failing mating. I walked outside and without hesitation, I shifted. Bones snapped and reformed as I gave way to my wolf, Sara.With a silent snarl, I tore through the forest with a ferocity that matched my anger.The wind roared past me, my claws ripping through the underbrush and leaves scattering in my wake. The forest blurred into streaks of dark green and shadow.I didn't notice when I crossed the invisible line, the border that marked the edge of Eclipse Star’s territory and the neutral ground where rogue wolves often found refuge or became prey. It was a no-man’s land, a place where alliances were fragile and trust was a dangerous game.My paws pounded the earth, my lungs burning with a catha

I held my breath in terror, my lungs burning as if the very air had turned to glass. I begged the universe that the answer would not be my worst nightmare, that my father would tell me it was just a legend told to keep Lunas submissive. The silence of the lake seemed to amplify the frantic thudding of my heart, a drumbeat of pure, unadulterated dread.This could not be real, betrayal by the man I had stood beside for years was one thing, but to be erased by the very nature that was supposed to protect me was another.“No,” he answered to my relief. “It becomes a triangle. A parasitic one. His mark stays on you, but his soul, his wolf, is pulled toward her. To keep that three-way bond from turning into some biological disaster, both the Alpha and the fated mate have to accept the third. Zebub would need to accept you as part of that union to keep the energy from turning toxic.”Disbelief crept over me. I stared, unable to process what he’d just said. The idea of sharing

Utterly humiliated, I sprinted into the clearing, tears blurring my vision, and crashed headlong into a solid wall of muscle.Menelik caught me just in time, his hands steady on my shoulders, preventing me from collapsing face down into the mud. I froze, forehead pressed against his chest, gasping as if the air might refuse to fill my lungs. My ribs ached with each breath, and my soul felt laid bare, exposed for him to see.“Amani? What’s wrong?” His voice was calm, a steady anchor in the storm raging inside me.At that moment, the dam shattered.Words spilled from me. I told him about the Council’s decision, Zebub’s smug smile, how Vance looked at her as if I were just a forgotten ledger to be tucked away. I kept the secret of the Lycan’s bite, the horror my father had revealed, locked in my throat. But everything else erupted, spilling out like a wound torn open. Humiliation at being replaced, the cold hall, my husband practically handing my life over to a rogue.Menelik listened, j

I stepped into a dream carved from silver light, where the air crushed the breath from my chest. My knees shattered against a floor of glass flowers that cut into my flesh.Then, she appeared, not just an ordinary woman, but a cold, glowing presence that felt like the moon had taken a human shape just to sneer at my mortality.Selene, the Moon Goddess.This time, she didn't radiate warmth but something more like a terrifying disgust.“You look pathetic, Amani,” the tone vibrated through my bones rather than my ears.I tried to stand, the glass slicing into my skin.“I’m being bled dry. My mate is in another woman’s bed, and my wolf is in pain. What do you expect?”“I expect the Luna I chose, not the victim you’ve become,” she snapped, her stare like frozen stars. “Stop showing them your weakness. Not to the coward who wears the title, and certainly not to the scavenger at his table. You weren't made to be a footnote in Vance’s tragedy. You were meant to take Eclipse Star to heights th

Menelik’s Point of ViewPatience was a luxury I was running out of.I leaned against the rough-hewn timber of my hut, watching the mist roll off the neutral ground like a funeral shroud. Somewhere across that border, the Eclipse Star was being picked apart by a parasite, and the woman I had searched years for was being drained of her very soul to fund the feast.I’d watched the packhouse for days. I’d seen what Vance and his rogue inflicted on Amani. It was a pure insult. Every time they had sex, a piece of Amani withered. I could smell the decline in her scent, the way the vibrant, forest-pine aroma of her spirit was being replaced by clinical exhaustion.Zebub wasn’t just a mistress, I could tell she was an executioner. She was pulling the strings of a triangle bond as it fit her plans, waiting for the exact sign to end Amani permanently.“You’re brooding, Menelik,” a voice rasped from the dark.I didn’t turn. I knew the scent. “Brooding is for poets. I’m calculating.”One of my sco