Todos los capítulos de Reborn for my Step brother: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

ARIA I sat on the edge of the training field the next morning, watching the sun climb slowly over the trees, and for the first time in weeks I let myself think about how much I missed my old life. Not the parts where Tristan mocked me, not the parts where the pack looked right through me like I wasn't even standing there. Just the quiet. The simple, boring, invisible quiet of being nobody special. Trenton sat down beside me, two cups of tea in his hands, and passed one over without saying anything at first. "You've got that look," he said finally. "What look?" "The one where you're somewhere far away in your head." He nudged my shoulder gently with his. "Talk to me." I wrapped both hands around the warm cup and stared out at the empty field. "Sometimes," I said slowly, "I wish I could go back to being just the wolfless girl nobody noticed. It sounds crazy, I know. That life was awful. I was miserable every single day. But at least nobody wanted anything from me. At le

TRENTONI should have stopped reading. Every page made my chest tighter, every line dragging up a fresh wave of questions I wasn't sure I wanted answered. But I couldn't put the journals down. I sat there on the cold stone floor of the storage room with three of them open around me, moving from one to the next, chasing my mother's handwriting like it might disappear if I looked away too long.The second journal was older than the first, the pages more brittle, and it was here that she'd clearly done the deepest research. She'd copied passages from records I'd never even heard of, ancient texts referenced by names that meant nothing to me, and slowly, piece by piece, a picture started forming that didn't match anything Marlow had told us.The Amber Wolf was never the monster the old stories made her out to be, my mother had written. That fear came later, spread by those who wanted her feared rather than understood. In truth, she was the first bloodline, the root from which countless la

TRENTON I went back to the storage room alone that night, telling myself I only wanted to double check something small in the second journal, but really I think some part of me already knew I wasn't finished with what my mother had written. I sat down on the same cold floor, opened the journal to where I'd left off, and kept reading. The entry that stopped my breath completely came near the very end, tucked between two shorter notes like she hadn't wanted it to stand out. The Amber Wolf will face many dangers in her time, my mother had written, but the one that could break the kingdom entirely will not come wearing an enemy's face. It will come from someone she has already chosen to trust completely, someone close enough to touch her heart before ever touching her back with a blade. She will not see it coming, because the betrayer will wear loyalty like a second skin right up until the moment it no longer serves them to. I read it twice. Then a third time. My hands had gone col

TRENTONI sat alone in my room with my mother's journal closed on my lap, thinking about everything I'd read over the past few days, and for the first time I let myself actually sit with what it meant instead of just chasing the next clue. The prophecy wasn't some distant old story anymore. It was pointing directly at me, at Aria, at the life we were already living together.I should have felt something like pride, I thought. Chosen by fate. Written about before I was even born. That was supposed to feel important, wasn't it. Instead all I felt was a heavy, sick kind of fear settling into my chest, because being chosen by something that big meant carrying weight I hadn't asked for and didn't fully understand.My mother had written that whoever became the Amber Wolf's mate would shape the future of every territory watching. That wasn't a gift. That was a responsibility so large I could barely wrap my mind around it. And Aria's mother's confession only made everything heavier, because n

ARIAI was sitting on the edge of the small wooden chair in my bedroom, staring down at my hands, when the knock came. It wasn't a soft, friendly knock. It was three heavy thuds that made my heart jump straight into my throat. When I opened the door, a pack guard stood there with his jaw set tight and his eyes looking everywhere except at my face. He told me that my mother wanted to see me in her private sitting room right away. Then he added that Trenton had already been called too, and that we were expected to go together immediately.My stomach twisted into a tight knot. I left my room and found Trenton waiting for me at the corner of the grand hallway. The bright afternoon sunlight was streaming through the tall glass windows, but the air between us felt freezing cold. Trenton looked at me, his dark eyes filled with the exact same fear I was feeling. He stepped closer, his broad shoulders blocking the hallway, and gently grabbed my wrist. His skin was warm against mine, and for a