All Chapters of The Alpha’s Savage Rebirth: Chapter 141 - Chapter 147

"You knew my riding boot was tampered with before I even set foot on the dais, didn't you, Pierce?" I snarl, my voice laced with the dark, venomous gravel of my inner wolf.My toes dig into the thick bear-furs on the chaise as I glare at the cowardly male trembling on the cold stone. The fact that my snapped leather heel accidentally gave Vickon the perfect excuse to crush the Grimshaw faction doesn't mean I am letting the rat who organized it draw another breath.Associate Dean Pierce freezes, his blubbering mouth going wide and lifeless.He knows I have him cornered. It was his own biological niece, Grace, who slathered the weakened resin onto my ceremonial riding gear. She had bragged to him before the ceremony, boasting how ruining my footwork on the high marble would humiliate me in front of the entire assembly and earn her a spot in Sorelle's inner pack.They had both drooled over the potential rewards—endless silver allowances, high-tier status in the northern territory, and su

"Get her filthy, betraying hands off my iron-plated boots before I rip her throat out!" I snarl, my inner wolf thrashing madly against my ribcage, her dark, predatory instinct howling for blood.The crowd of pack members outside the Silverfang Healing Hall instantly gasps, pulling back in collective shock as my voice echoes across the cobblestone courtyard."What in the Goddess's name is happening?" a warrior from the shadow guard mutters, his hand resting on the hilt of his moon-blade. "Why is the head servant of the inner keep groveling like a rogue?""Look at her forehead—she's bleeding onto the holy stone!" a she-wolf from the lower ranks whispers, eyes wide with horror. "Why is Lady Blackwynd sitting there like an executioner on a throne?"I lean back against the bear-pelt lining of my heavy wooden wheelchair, a cold, vicious smile curling my lips.Elira Stormveil thinks she can use the public gaze of the territory to force my hand. She thinks if she plays the pathetic, abused ol

"What do you have to say for yourself?!" Elder Vaenya's Alpha aura flares with violent, oppressive heat, filling the Great Hall of Rosewood Manor until the oak roof beams groan under the pressure.Fiona flinches violently beside my wheelchair, her body trembling from the raw dominance vibrating through the air.Didn't the Grand Elder usually dote on me as the prospective Luna of the Blackwynd Moon Dominion?I am not the least bit surprised. A dull, bitter ache pulls at my heart, but I have known from the moment I entered this pack that Vaenya’s favor was built on political utility, not affection.My gaze shifts to Elira Stormveil, lingering on her dramatic, trembling posture and the pristine white linen tied over her forehead. Inside my chest, my wolf lets out a dark, mocking snarl.A tiny scrape, and she plays the dying martyr for the court?Now the full puzzle locks into place. Elira’s dramatic display outside the Silverfang Healing Hall wasn't an act of desperation—it was a calcula

"High Alpha Vickon Blackwynd?!" Sorelle Mistfang gasped, trembling in sheer shock as she stared at the doorway, her breath catching in her throat.Vickon didn't grant her even a passing glance. His crimson, predatory eyes locked straight onto me as I sat in my wooden wheelchair. His voice was gravelly, carrying the absolute weight of a Pack King that demanded unquestioning obedience. "Do whatever your wolf desires, Zafira. You are Lady Blackwynd of the Blackwynd Moon Dominion. You bow to no one's judgment in these lands.""Vickon!" Elder Vaenya slammed her silver-headed cane against the stone floor, her ancient Alpha aura flaring with righteous indignation. "You dare encourage such insolence?!"Unmoved by his grandmother's fury, Vickon replied coldly, "When a member of this pack breaks blood-law, they pay the price. That is the foundational rule of the Dominion." He shifted his heavy, dark gaze down to me. "Proceed, my Luna."A sharp, satisfying smirk curled the edges of my lips.Hav