All Chapters of Reborn for my Step brother: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

TRISTAN A dark, heavy rage boiled up from my stomach, hot and suffocating. Aria. Always Aria. Ever since she arrived at Winterridge, she had been a thorn stuck deep in my side, disrupting the natural order of the pack, stealing my brother’s focus, and now threatening to expose the very foundation of everything I had built."She thinks she's untouchable just because Trenton is parading her around like a pack princess," I snarled, running a hand roughly through my hair. "She thinks she can play detective and bring me down.""We need to do something fast," Maya whispered, her voice cracking with rising panic. "If she takes those logs to the high council, Vance won't be able to protect us, and neither will your father. We'll be ruined.""I know," I muttered, narrowing my eyes as I stared into the dark shadows of the campus trees. "We find out what she has. And more importantly... we find out who is helping her."Maya frowned, looking up at me with confused eyes. "What do you mean? Who wo

THIRD PERSON The small, locked study room was dead quiet. The afternoon sun filtered through the dusty windowpanes, casting long amber beams across the wooden table where Aria and Trenton sat together. Their eyes were fixed entirely on the small smartphone resting between them.A new encrypted audio file had just arrived through the anonymous messaging channel."Should I play it?" Aria asked, her fingers hovering just an inch above the screen. Her heart was beating so hard and fast against her ribs that she could feel the heavy thuds vibrating through her fingertips."Yes," Trenton whispered, his jaw clenched so tightly that the muscles stood out like hard stone. His amber eyes were dark, glowing with a fierce mix of dread and burning expectation. "Let's hear what our informant finally managed to get."Aria took a deep, shaky breath and pressed her finger down on the play button.For a second, there was only static—the quiet, fuzzy sound of wind rustling past a microphone and the muf

TRISTAN The door of my off-campus office was locked tightly, and the thick velvet curtains were drawn over the windows to block out every shred of afternoon light. Inside, the room smelled of old paper, burning candle wax, and bitter black coffee. I sat alone at the large mahogany desk, the green glass lamp casting a harsh, sickly glow across the scattered piles of ancient leather-bound manuscripts. My fingers, stained with ink and shaking slightly with fatigue, turned another yellowed, crumbling page of the forbidden archive ledger. For hours, I had been searching through the pack's oldest historical texts, hunting for anything—any loophole, any ancient law, any forgotten curse—that could give me an advantage over Trenton and Aria. After discovering that someone had leaked our financial files and recorded my confession, I knew brute force was no longer enough. Walking into the high council chambers with guns blazing or fists flying would only land me in a prison cell. I neede

THIRD PERSON Aria stood frozen in the center of the quiet hallway, staring at the empty space where Trenton had just been standing. The air still carried the faint, grounding scent of pine and rain that always followed him, but the warmth of his presence was completely gone. Her hands felt cold, and an unaccustomed, heavy emptiness pressed down hard against her chest, making it difficult to draw a full breath.He was gone. For the next four weeks, the varsity hockey team's mandatory out-of-state training tour meant Trenton would be miles away, trapped in a relentless cycle of practices, games, and team meetings.Because their fated mate bond and their relationship had to remain strictly hidden from the high council while they built their case against Tristan, they couldn't even say a proper goodbye in the open. No lingering embrace in front of the pack members, no public reassurance, no open displays of affection. They had to part ways with a brief, casual nod, as if his departure we

THIRD PERSON In her quiet dorm room, Aria gripped her phone so tightly that her knuckles turned completely white. Her chest rose and fell in short, frantic gasps, her amber eyes wide with sudden terror. She heard the sharp, ragged intake of breath coming from the other end of the line hundreds of miles away."Trenton?" Aria whispered, her voice trembling like a leaf in a freezing storm. "Trenton, please talk to me. What are you looking at? Tell me the truth."For a long, agonizing moment, there was no sound from his side except for the heavy, uneven sound of his breathing. Trenton stood alone in his dark hotel room, his phone held loosely against his ear while his eyes stared in disbelief at the glowing screen. The light from the display cast a cold blue shadow across his face, highlighting the deep frown carved into his forehead.The photograph on his screen showed Aria standing near the stone arches of the campus courtyard. Beside her stood a tall senior pack member, his hand resti