All Chapters of The Alpha’s Savage Rebirth: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Zafira Nightvale POV"Do you really expect my wolf to crawl on her belly and beg Vaelira Nightvale for forgiveness over some useless lunar herb sponsorship?" my mouth barks right into Mirelle Duskwater's smug face, my silver eyes flashing with a wicked heat that makes the surrounding delta females take a step back."If you do not read this written apology over the campus horn-speaker, Zafira, our entire sophomore class will be banned from the sacred territory hunts because your claws offended the true heiress of the Nightvale Bloodline!" Sandra Jones snarls from the shadows of the corridor, her tail bristling with a fake, self-righteous anger. "Vaelira’s father was going to fund our entire winter potion supplies, but now the Nightvale Enterprise has completely cut our pack off because of your unranked insolence!""So my darling sister Vaelira is the one and only true heiress of the Nightvale territory now?" my tongue laughs, my hips swaying as my inner wolf growls at their sheer stupi

A bastard pup born from a mistress should know her place, left to rot in the dark shadows of the low-ranking dens—how dare her filthy claws covet what belonged to my dead mother? It is time for her to wake up from her grand delusion."Oh look, isn't this the self-proclaimed Nightvale heiress? Why can't your poor paws ever treat our class to a meat feast here, huh? It is funny how it's always the generous Vaelira who picks up the tab while your fur eats her scraps!" Sandra Jones sneers the absolute second my boots step onto the marble entrance of the Serenity Heights Den, her tail holding high as Maggie and Mirelle Duskwater join her side with open contempt."Come on, don't take her unranked skin seriously," Mirelle laughs mockingly. "We are standing inside Serenity Heights, the private hotel of the great Nightvale Bloodline. It is not like some random distant cousin can walk in and act like her claws own the master logs!"Listening to their pathetic barks, my heart feels nothing but p

Zafira Nightvale POV "Did your sneaky paws orchestrate this entire trap just to claw at my dignity, Zafira?!" Vaelira Nightvale's voice shakes with a high-pitched, pathetic whine as her golden eyes lock onto my figure, her face twisting into a mask of pure terror the moment her nose registers the scent of Riven Ashguard standing obediently behind my shoulders."Does the taste of your own lies finally choke your throat, Vaelira?" my mouth sneers, my tail swaying with slow, rhythmic dominance as I step deeper into the marble hall of the Serenity Heights Peak.Our classmates stare in absolute silence, their pupils dilated as they take in my glowing, unmarked silver skin. They are used to the broken, submissive she-wolf who hid her beauty behind dark mud and slave-clay, but now I stand before them as a goddess of the high-peaks, radiating a raw, natural authority that makes their inner beasts want to drop to their knees."Tell us, Vaelira, what exactly did this delta clerk say that was s

Zafira Nightvale POVVickon Blackwynd sits with an unyielding posture, listening to Zevrick Frostmoor's drawn-out pitch for border hunting rights. His dark, golden gaze remains glued to my sleeping face, his long, muscular arm reaching out instinctively the second my hips slip off his shoulder, wrapping around my waist to pull my body flush against his chest.My eyes flutter open, my tongue letting out a soft sigh as I rub my nose against his neck."Exhausted, my sweet female?" Vickon murmurs, his deep voice vibrating through my ears as his fingers lightly stroke my thigh. "Go back to sleep."I nod softly, trusting his beast completely as my head settles back over his heart, my breath lacing his leather tunic with my scent.Across the heavy oak table, Zevrick freezes mid-sentence, his jaw dropping open. Is this truly the ruthless, iron-blooded Supreme Alpha of the Blackwynd Moon Dominion?Vickon’s gold eyes snap up, locking onto Zevrick with a murderous, freezing intensity that makes

Zafira Nightvale POV Lucan Duskclaw turns his back on Isolde Grimfen and her illegitimate pup without uttering another word.There was a time when he doted on Vaelira, believing her soft, submission-minded act made her the ideal daughter of a high-tier wolf—unlike my mother’s proud, razor-sharp bloodline that always made his weak ego feel small. With Vaelira, he could pretend to be the undisputed master of his territory.But seeing her exposed as a lying thief who ruined his reputation in front of the entire Herbarium, his patience has completely snapped."Mother, what do our claws do now?" Vaelira whimpers, her chest heaving as Lucan storms into his private study and slams the reinforced oak door.Without his alpha protection, their fake status in the Nightvale estate is crumbling into dust."Keep your muzzle shut for now," Isolde whispers bitterly, her claws digging deep into her silk robes as panic eats her alive. "Your father is just furious over the lost lunar land. I will crawl