All Chapters of The Alpha’s Savage Rebirth: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Zafira Nightvale POV With that, my she-wolf turned on her heel and strode off into the mist.Zyric was left crouched on the dirt, clutching his broken wrist, which throbbed as if his bone had snapped completely in two. Cold sweat beaded on his pale forehead, his face twisted in a grimace of pure agony."You arrogant female! Just wait until my pack settles this!"Burning with humiliated rage, he tapped into a mental pack-link and hissed to his accomplice, "Isolde, about that bargain your wolf mentioned before—I am in."I had no idea what dirty schemes were brewing in the trees behind me as I walked away, still feeling the lingering bad luck of breathing his foul scent."Zafira!"A cheerful voice called out nearby.Startled, my ears twitched as I looked over and saw my younger cousin hurrying down the stone path. The sharp frown that had settled on my brow vanished, replaced by a soft smile my wolf couldn't suppress."Zafira, why was your female self over by the grove? My wolf waited a

Zyric's brother and the Pavilion keeper both stared in utter disbelief, their eyes wide as saucers.Vickon's impending explosion of predator rage seemed to freeze in midair, suspended and unresolved.In the center of the mating chamber stood a lone wooden chair, and tied to it was a male.The poor guy wore nothing but a pair of painfully bright loincloths, his face swollen and bruised beyond recognition, snot and blood streaming down his cheeks. A filthy rags-cloth had been stuffed into his mouth, and he whimpered in pure despair.And right in front of him—a recording crystal propped up, broadcasting the whole sorry scene live to every pack in the territory.Wait. Was this the infamous "other male"?Zyric's brother and the keeper shifted their dazed, stunned gazes to my standing form.Even Vickon turned, his golden eyes narrowing as he took in the bizarre tableau.My mind went blank for a second. My she-wolf darted forward, heart racing, and the first thing I did was snatch up the cry

"Did your shadow guard tell you?""No, my wolf heard it myself!" I rushed to explain, my body tensing against his broad chest. "Just now, when I was coming down the stone stairs, I overheard your beast talking to Zyric's brother..."I hesitated, my claws digging slightly into the sheets, then confessed, "Those words on the voice-rune... they really were spoken by my she-wolf. I am sorry, my Alpha."I'd wrestled with my pride for hours, but even though my heart pounded with anxiety, my female couldn't bring herself to lie—not to my mate, not when I knew a secret like this could poison our blood-bond forever."Back then I—""Stop," Vickon cut me off.He'd already had the pack elders verify the magic and knew it wasn't forged, but hearing my she-wolf admit it in person still made his sharp features turn dangerously icy."No, please, my Alpha, just let your female finish, okay?"I wrapped my bare arms around his massive neck, looking up at his tense jaw. My silver eyes were still rimmed r

"Hey, did you she-wolves hear about Zyric Fenwolf? His beast got completely broken!"Another young female herbalist leaned into our circle at the Wolfsbane Lunar Herbarium, her scent spiking with wild, juicy gossip.My ears twitched as my she-wolf perked up, my interest instantly piqued. Zyric was such a pathetic excuse for a warrior that I’d actually forgotten his scent existed over these past few moon cycles.I asked, "What happened to his rank?"The female, thrilled that I’d taken the bait, could barely keep her inner wolf from howling as she blurted it out."Zyric was stripped of his guard duty and exiled from the Blackwynd Moon Dominion!""What? Exiled?" Sorelle gasped."Yes! That broadcast crystal from two nights ago flared across every pack territory. The whole high council saw his dishonor! If Lord Vickon hadn't banished him from Moonhollow Ridge, our territory's honor would be completely ruined!""Serves that pathetic rogue right!" Sorelle snarled, her claws clicking against

"My Alpha, your beast is truly incredible," I whispered, my nose prickling with the heavy scent of his dominant pine and rain.Vickon gently stroked the sensitive skin behind my wolf ear, his warm thumb soothing the wild pulse beneath my flesh. "My she-wolf deserves every honor in the territory."A few beats later, we stepped past the grand iron doors of the high exhibition hall. We did not carry the ceremonial gown in our hands—it was too rare and precious to risk exposed in open territory. Lord Vaelor Grimshaw had already assigned four elite blood-guards from the Grimshaw Bloodline to escort the velvet case directly to our bedchambers at Rosewood Manor.Outside the archways, the courtyard was thick with patrolling warriors, pack elders, and visiting she-wolves from neighboring lands. Not wanting every rogue and rival Alpha staring at his marked female, Vickon carefully pulled a silk face veil over my nose and jaw, hiding my features from the crowd.I pouted slightly, my inner wolf h