Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Savage Rebirth: Kabanata 171 - Kabanata 180

Vickon’s body moved before his conscious mind could process it. Hearing that his mate was injured, he closed the distance in a fraction of a second, sweeping my dirty frame into his massive arms, his face set like forged iron. "What transpired here?"I buried my reddening face against his broad chest, mortified beyond belief.Zyric Fenwolf, who had been watching from the balcony, cleared his throat and stepped forward to explain. "My High Alpha... Lord Tavien’s wooden throne struck a raised flagstone at full speed, and, well... Lady Blackwynd’s wolf could not halt her charge in time..."In the blink of an eye, the two of us had flipped headfirst into the sacred herb beds, swallowing mouthfuls of dirt for our trouble.I kept my head hidden against Vickon's neck, wishing the earth would swallow me whole. My she-wolf had never suffered such public humiliation.Tavien, still sprawling in the mud with his wooden throne smashed beside him, looked up bitterly at where I was cradled against V

"Oh?" I arched a dark brow, my golden eyes flashing with sudden curiosity as my inner wolf stirred. "Tell me more, Lyessa—what is the true background of this new transfer wolf?"Ten minutes later, my pack-sisters had laid out the entire situation across the sanctuary table.The transfer wolf from Darkmere Crossing was named Nythra Ravencrest, and she belonged to one of those ancient, blood-tier warrior dynasties—the kind of high-born Alpha lineage you only read about in sealed territory archives.No wolf in Moonhollow Ridge understood why she had abandoned the elite war-vaults of Darkmere Crossing for our sanctuary, or how Vaelira Nightvale had managed to win her favor so quickly. But one truth was undeniably clear: the two she-wolves were inseparable now, and word across the territory was that they were binding their pack interests together."So that is the plot taking shape." My face remained an unreadable mask as I digested their words, my claws absently tracing the edge of the sto

"Vaelira's she-wolf is trembling," I stated, my golden eyes holding her frozen gaze with lethal, unyielding calm. "Why don't you answer the call, sister? Just give Nythra the signal with a single nod, and my knees will strike these stone flagstones to beg for your forgiveness right now."Vaelira’s pale face drained of every last drop of color, her arrogant composure shattering into absolute terror. She met my gaze, her breath hitching in her throat as the brutal reality of her situation hit her beast like a physical strike. I was not standing here alone or defenseless—behind my mark stood High Alpha Vickon Blackwynd, a terrifying dark god who treated my she-wolf like a sacred treasure, ready to slaughter anyone who dared lay a claw on my skin."I... I..." Cold sweat broke out along Vaelira's neck, her inner wolf whimpering in sheer panic while resentment gnawed wildly at her stomach.Vaelira had only used Nythra Ravencrest to ambush me because she assumed my pride would force me to ha

"Siege that mountain sanctuary for my pack within three sun-cycles, no excuses!" Nythra barked furiously into her communication stone, her dark voice trembling with raw, embarrassed rage.As she snapped the connection shut, her crimson eyes drifted across the lower valley path—until her wolf-vision suddenly locked onto a scene unfolding near the iron gates.A short distance away, a towering male and a slender female emerged from the private mountain lift, surrounded by a heavy perimeter of black-armored shadow-guards. The male exhaled a terrifying, dominant aura that crushed the air around him. The female beside him moved with effortless grace, her radiant presence pulsing with lively, high-born vitality.The young female wrapped her arms around the warrior's leather-clad forearm, laughing up at his harsh jaw in a manner that was blatantly possessive. He leaned his heavy head down, his dark face softening into an expression of raw, protective devotion.Nythra’s heart gave a violent th

"Yield to your Alpha’s heat before the dawn breaks, Zafira," Vickon growled into the shadow of my neck, his dominant aura wrapping around my she-wolf like a blazing fire.Compelled by a lingering surge of guilt over missing our mate's milestone, my she-wolf yielded to his demands with absolute submission. I surrendered to his ferocious hunger until his iron restraint broke completely, leaving me breathless and raw beneath his massive body.When the early morning mist rolled over the jagged peaks of Moonhollow Ridge, I burrowed deeper into the thick furs of our bedchamber. There were no ritual lectures at the Wolfsbane Lunar Herbarium today, and my aching body craved extra rest. For once, my High Alpha remained beside me, his broad arm anchored heavily around my waist, his crimson eyes closed in rare sleep.Suddenly, my signaling stone chimed against the stone nightstand.I glanced at the slumbering warrior beside me, then carefully slipped from his possessive embrace to retrieve the g