Reborn for my Step brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

THIRD PERSONThe doors of Alpha Lockwood's private study clicked shut, sealing the room in a tense, suffocating silence. Alpha Lockwood stood by his massive mahogany desk, his face pale and lined with deep worry. His broad shoulders slumped slightly under the crushing weight of leadership. Across the room, Luna Helen paced back and forth across the Persian rug, her heels clicking sharply against the floorboards. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her chest, and her sharp eyes flashed with anger."You should have fought back, Alpha," Helen said, her voice shaking with quiet fury as she stopped pacing and stared directly at the Alpha. "You are the leader of this pack! How could you just sit there and let the council push Trenton away like that? They are banishing our son under the guise of pack duty!"Alpha Lockwood let out a heavy, exhausted sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose where a throbbing headache had settled hours ago. "Helen, you know I cannot do that," he replied, his voic

ARIA The heavy wooden door of my dorm room creaked open, and the familiar, comforting scent of pine and winter snow washed over me. Trenton stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him. He had driven through the night from the regional training camp, breaking the council's strict rules just to be here with me. His dark hair was messy, and deep, dark circles shadowed his amber eyes, showing how exhausted he was."Trenton," I whispered, rushing forward and throwing my arms around his neck.He caught me instantly, pulling me so hard against his chest that I could feel the frantic, heavy pounding of his heart. He buried his face in my hair, breathing in deep, shuddering breaths as if he had been starving for air."I got your message," Trenton murmured against my ear, his voice rough and shaking. "I dropped everything and drove straight here. What is this note, Aria? What did you find in the archives?"I pulled back just enough to look up into his face. My hands were still tremblin

THIRD PERSON The heavy oak door of the small storage shed behind the stables was bolted tight from the inside. Outside, the cold autumn wind howled across the Winterridge pack grounds, rattling the loose metal roof tiles and casting long, flickering shadows through the dusty windowpanes.Inside, the room was dim and quiet, smelling sharply of old leather, dried cedar, and rain.Aria stood frozen in the center of the room, her hands pressed tightly against her mouth to hold back a sob. Just a few inches away stood Trenton. His broad shoulders were tense, his dark hair was slightly messy, and his amber eyes shone with a raw, painful mix of anger and sorrow. The council’s banishment order was less than an hour old, and he was being forced to pack his bags and leave Winterridge before sunset."They can't do this," Aria whispered, her voice breaking as fresh tears spilled over her eyelashes and ran down her pale cheeks. "Trenton, they are physically pushing you out of our home. Every sing

THIRD PERSON The cold autumn wind howled against the glass windows of the Alpha's grand study, rattling the heavy frames as if something outside wanted to break inside. The room was dark, lit only by the warm, flickering glow of a single brass lamp sitting on the large mahogany desk.Alpha William Lockwood stood by the window, his broad shoulders heavy with exhaustion, staring out into the dark shadows of the courtyard. Behind him, Luna Helen paced slowly across the Persian rug, her footsteps muffled by the thick wool. Her face was pale, and her hands were clasped tightly together in front of her chest.Sitting across from them in a wooden chair was Aria. Her amber eyes were wide with stress, and in her trembling hand, she held the fake council summons demanding her immediate exile to the eastern mountain sanctuary."It's a trap," Aria said, her voice shaking slightly in the quiet room. "I know it is. The dates on this summons match up perfectly with the exact days Trenton is schedul

THIRD PERSON Standing on the left side of the room was Councilman Vance, his hands bound in heavy iron anti-wolf cuffs, guarded by two stern warriors. Next to him sat Tristan, bruised, disheveled, and staring blankly at the floor in defeat.On the right side of the room stood Trenton and Aria, holding hands tightly. Their fingers were locked together so fiercely that their knuckles were white, but the warmth of their touch flowed freely between them, healing the long weeks of cold separation. Luna Helen stood proudly right behind them.Alpha Lockwood stood at the head of the chamber, his grand velvet cape draped over his broad shoulders, his presence dominating the entire space."Members of the High Council," Alpha Lockwood began, his booming voice echoing off the high stone ceiling like thunder. "We are gathered here tonight to put an end to a long, ugly campaign of lies, deceit, and treason that has threatened the very heart of the Winterridge pack."The elders shifted uncomfortabl