All Chapters of The Alpha’s Savage Rebirth: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

"Sorelle, that mystery she-wolf carrying the royal moon-silk gown is not your female, is it?"A circle of young she-wolves from the Wolfsbane Lunar Herbarium surrounded Sorelle Mistfang in the stone courtyard, their scents spiked with high-pitched excitement and envious speculation.Before Sorelle could utter a word, her devoted follower, Elira Stormveil, stepped forward with her chest puffed out and her tail high."Who else could it be but Sorelle? My uncle is the Chief Enforcer of the academy board—he gave me the inside bloodline news. The High Alpha who claimed that masterwork from Lord Vaelor Grimshaw is not from any ordinary pack in Moonhollow Ridge. Whoever he is, his rank and territory holdings dwarf every Alpha in this province.""My uncle revealed that this supreme warlord's chosen mate studies right here at our herbarium!""So who could it be if not Sorelle?""Honestly, is there any female in our ranks with a more ancient or secretive pack bloodline than Sorelle's family?"E

"Ten minutes, My Lady. The whole lair has been searched."Corvin Hollowfang stepped out of the shadow archway, his heavy black armor clanking as he bowed his head toward me. "Nothing from your private inventory is missing, Lady Blackwynd."I gave a single, tight nod, letting my scent cool as my inner wolf retreated behind my ribs. Before I could order the perimeter guards back to their posts, Elira Stormveil stepped into the main hall, her dark cloak trailing over the blood-stone floor.The moment her amber eyes caught mine, her expression hardened into a cold, thinly veiled mask of annoyance. "Lady Blackwynd? What brings you back to the core territory so soon? High Alpha Vickon is still securing the northern border passes."I turned slowly, my eyes narrowing as I pinned her with a lethal, dominant stare. "Elira, do you have any idea what just transpired under your watch?"Elira lowered her head slightly, her tone remaining stiff, polite, but dripping with subtle defiance. "I was at t

"She thinks a stolen rank makes her invincible," I hissed through my teeth, my claws digging into the leather strap of my training gear as Sorelle strutted away with her clique of she-wolves.My inner wolf paced furiously behind my ribs, snarling at the arrogant scent of stolen dominance."Look at her," Maggie spat beside me, her eyes flashing amber with pure disgust. "She acts like a crowned Alpha female just because she managed to strip your name from the Vanguard roster! She thinks you're too terrified to challenge her!""Let her parade herself," I replied coldly, my gaze locking onto the back of Sorelle's head until she vanished through the archway of the Faculty of Lunar Arts. "A stray wolf barking on a wall only feels brave until the iron gate opens.""Ugh! Anastasia—I mean, Zafira!" Maggie caught herself, shaking her head in frustration. "Her groupies are spreading the nastiest filth through the barracks. They're telling everyone you're a disgraced Nightvale stray who tried to

"Take your filthy paws off me before I tear your throat out!" I roared, my voice vibrating with an aggressive, primal thunder that made the nearby stone columns shudder.The entire sanctuary of the Wolfsbane Lunar Herbarium went dead silent. Before Associate Dean Pierce could issue another cowardly order, the grand presentation devolved into absolute chaos. I held my ground beneath the blazing moon-lamps, my silver-embroidered armor gleaming as I stood in front of Lord Vaelor Grimshaw. I didn't hesitate for a single second. I swung my basket of thorned silver-leaf herbs with full lethal velocity, slamming it directly across his hideous, scarred face.The sharp, silvered thorns ripped through his coarse hide, tearing wide crimson gashes across his cheek. Lord Vaelor recoiled with a wet, agony-filled howl, clutching his bleeding face as dark blood dripped down his iron collar."You worthless stray!" Lord Vaelor snarled, his yellow eyes flaring with murderous frenzy as his fangs extended

"Will someone tell me why the inner sanctum smells like dishonored dogs?" Vickon's voice didn't just carry across the Silverfang Healing Hall; it vibrated inside my bone marrow, making my inner wolf stretch its claws with dark satisfaction.His glowing crimson eyes locked onto Associate Dean Pierce and Dean Lionel, pinning them to the stone floor beneath the suffocating weight of his High Alpha pressure.Pierce was already sweating through his heavy leather collar, his chest heaving as he tried to swallow. He looked between me resting on the fur chaise and the towering warlord beside me, his mind completely collapsing under the shock of hearing me call the ruler of the Blackwynd Moon Dominion my mate.Lionel bowed his head so low his snout almost touched the rug, his voice trembling violently. "Forgive us, High Alpha... but is this she-wolf... truly bound to your bloodline?""She is my wife and my declared Luna," Vickon growled, the raw power of his voice rattling the glass vials on t