All Chapters of The Alpha’s Savage Rebirth: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Elira Stormveil, guide Lady Blackwynd to the upper den."My racing pulse instantly steadied when Vickon gave the command.A sudden, overwhelming instinct surged through my veins, and before my rational mind could stop me, I lunged forward, wrapping my arms tight around Vickon's broad, powerful shoulders in a desperate embrace. "I am going to protect you, Alpha. I swear it on my blood."It was a reckless, clumsy hold, but breaking the pack boundary to feel the heat of his skin was the closest I had ever been to him in either of my lifetimes.The moment my scent crashed against his and the scent of winter pine and raw dominance filled my lungs, my skin flushed hot with embarrassment. I tore myself away from his heavy chest and bolted toward the stone stairs without looking back.Safely inside the upper corridor, my face still burned with heat, my mind spinning with anxiety over my own wild impulses. Vickon was a lethal True Alpha who executed any wolf that dared breach his personal spa

"Am I truly forbidden from entering your den, Alpha?"The air in the grand hall locked up like ice.Zyric Fenwolf nearly choked on his own saliva at my words. I could see the sheer disbelief rolling off his scent profile as he darted a glance between me and the senior matron. He clearly expected me to keep baring my fangs, yet here I was, shifting my strategy entirely to appeal to the primal bond.No other female in the Blackwynd Moon Dominion would dare stand in the center of the council floor and address the Sovereign of the North with such intimate defiance, especially when his lethal aura was actively suffocating the room. The previous high-born omegas sent by the pack council had literally broken into tremors just trying to speak a greeting to him.But I knew better. With a True Alpha like Vickon shielding my position, why waste my breath snarling at Elira Stormveil?I tilted my head, letting my eyes flash a soft, luminous silver as I stepped closer to his command chair. "My Alph

"You will regret challenging my authority, Lady Blackwynd," Elira Stormveil hissed, her scent turning bitter with suppressed rage."Then I shall look forward to that day, matron," I replied, turning my back on her without a second thought.I had no intention of tearing the old wolf's throat out just yet, but I refused to let the fortress staff treat the Alpha’s mate like a rogue. I bounded up the stone stairs to find Vickon, but Zyric Fenwolf was already blocking the threshold of the tactical war room."Is the Sovereign inside the chamber?" I demanded, stopping before him."The Alpha is currently coordinating the border patrol," Zyric answered, his posture shifting into a respectful stance."Inform him that I must run back to my biological den for a brief period," I stated, masking my disappointment. "Let Vickon know my wolf will return before the moons peak."Isolde Grimfen had summoned me through the pack-comm earlier, and though my instinct was to ignore the bitch, I remembered an

"Your wolf is a master of deception, Sorelle," I said, letting my voice drop into a dangerously soft register that echoed through the stone chamber. "Out in the neutral territories, you never admit your mother cleans the Alpha’s hearth; you always let external packs assume you carry the Blackwynd bloodline. That is exactly why you took my chamber, isn't it?"Sorelle’s face turned an ugly, mottled shade of crimson as her scent spiked with humiliation.Ignoring her snarling, I swept a freezing gaze over the two trembling omegas. "Before Alpha Vickon returns from the border patrol, restore my den to its proper state. This is the only mercy my wolf will extend to you. Do not squander it."With that, I turned my back and strode out into the corridor.The heavy silence stretched for several seconds, my dominant aura leaving them pinned to the floorboards. The two omegas exchanged anxious glances, their ears flattening as they looked to Sorelle for guidance. "Sorelle, what should our wolves

"You will learn exactly what your place is when the High Council strips your title, stray," Sorelle Mistfang spat, her scent reeking of desperation as she darted down the corridor to escape the weight of my presence."I shall look forward to seeing your wolf attempt to survive the winter winds outside our borders," I murmured, watching her flee before I stepped into my reclaimed sanctuary.Vickon’s previous three mates—the elders whispered that the first had bled out during a full moon ritual, the second had torn her own flesh apart in a fit of feral madness, and the third had shattered her bloodline contract to flee the territory before the binding marks could even be carved. It was the same dark legend in both my past and current lives, but even now, my inner wolf had no true understanding of the curse that had claimed those females.The neighboring dominions insisted the Sovereign of the North was a mindless monster, a predator that devoured his own pack mates when the silver poiso