All Chapters of The Alpha’s Savage Rebirth: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Zafira Nightvale POV Vickon Blackwynd steps out of the beast-carriage with me, his possessive arm never leaving my waist.The reason he dragged me away from the market so quickly was not to avoid that persistent she-wolf—he simply could not tolerate other males casting their hungry gazes on my bare throat.He does not bother explaining his jealousy aloud. Instead, he tucks a stray lock of my silver hair behind my ear, his thumb brushing my cheek. "When your paws leave my sight, do not speak to strangers."When your Alpha commands, your beast submits.I nod obediently against his chest. "Yes, my lord."My quiet compliance softens Vickon's sharp expression, but beneath his calm surface, a dark, restless possessiveness still simmers inside his wolf.He hates that our trips to the territory borders expose me to other males. And what about when I step back onto the grounds of the Wolfsbane Lunar Herbarium?There are dozens of young males studying lunar alchemy there, and he cannot mark ev

Zafira Nightvale POV Fate was clearly mocking my beast. Just as the terrifying realization struck me, my crystal comm-stone began to pulse with a dark, familiar frequency. The glyph read— Zyric.My heart dropped into my stomach, my wolf whimpering in sudden panic.Zyric never linked with my comm-stone unless the Supreme Alpha commanded him. If he was reaching out now, it meant only one thing: Vickon.I activated the rune, keeping my voice sweet and tentative. "Zyric?""Lady Blackwynd, what coordinates are your paws gracing right now?" Zyric's tone was eerily calm through the magic grid.I forced a soft, breathy laugh, lowering my voice so Nythra would not panic. "Oh, I... I had urgent pack matters to settle at the Herbarium."Zyric's voice remained low, dropping like a shadow. "You have not forgotten your vow to roast the shadow-stag for Supreme Alpha Vickon, have you...?"A heavy bead of cold sweat trickled down my neck. I scrambled to deny it."Of course not! How could my beast fo

Her cousin sat nestled close beside the terrifying warlord, her hips practically fused to his thigh. Despite Vickon’s blood-chilling expression, his touch as he wound the spider-silk bandage around Zafira's hand was incredibly gentle, betraying a possessive tenderness he couldn't entirely hide.If you watched closely, it was obvious how much he doted on the silver-haired she-wolf next to him. More than once, when Zafira whined something needy, he looked as if he wanted to snap at her for being weak—only to melt again, completely unable to stay angry at his marked mate.Nythra stared, absolutely stunned.-Was this truly the Supreme Alpha Vickon Blackwynd? Didn’t every pack rumor say he was a savage monster who hated she-wolves—and hated anyone getting close to his skin even more?But right now, my cousin and that infamous war lord were practically pressed together, his massive frame radiating heat and protectiveness, and he didn't look the least bit annoyed by her submissive clinginess

Zafira Nightvale POV Vickon narrowed his golden eyes, a quiet calculation flickering in their lethal depths.Vaenya mustered her remaining courage and, half-testing, half-intentionally, said, "Your beast probably does not know this, but Zafira is quite the center of attention now. There is even a whole scrying thread at the Herbarium dedicated to her, claiming her wolf is the true campus queen—and loads of young males are dying to scent her!"She leaned in a little, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "If your beast ever needs, I could pass along information about her heat cycles for you..."The air in the hearth hall turned utterly still.Vickon's long, scarred fingers curled, tapping lightly against the leather armrest of his throne. His gaze, cold and fathomless, fixed on Vaenya's trembling form.The Alpha pressure was suffocating. Vaenya could hardly breathe, her wolf whimpering in terror.Just as her anxiety peaked—right when she thought her heart might burst—his deep, richly r

Zafira Nightvale POV Had Vaelira really committed some unforgivable crime in their eyes? All her wolf had done was quietly avoid announcing she was only my father's second wife's bastard daughter—everyone else in the territory had jumped to their own foolish conclusions. How could that possibly be her fault?And being born of a secondary mate was already a painful enough label in high-ranking packs. It was a wound her pride carried, something that must have hurt her beast every time the elders mentioned the lineage. Was it really fair for the pack to expect her to stand up and lay bare her scars in front of every warrior?As for the business with giving away a few of the Nightvale family's sacred lunar relics, she was blood too, after all. It wasn't like she had handed out anything of true alpha value. If Zafira wanted to pick a fight over a few silver tokens, well, wasn't that just being a petty she-wolf?With those protective thoughts swirling through the crowd, several young Alpha