Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Savage Rebirth: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

"No," Vickon said flatly, his dark, commanding aura flaring with cold irritation.He didn't care who was whining at the iron gates of Rosewood Manor. Ever since he brought me to his personal fortress, he had made it strictly clear to every alpha and warrior in the Blackwynd Moon Dominion that our territory was off-limits to uninvited strays.What aggravated his inner wolf most was being disturbed by a low-ranking nuisance when he was finally holding his mate close in his arms.The servant gave a quick, respectful bow and hurried off to relay the High Alpha's rejection to the perimeter guards.I watched the warrior leave, my claws lightly tracing the black leather of Vickon's vest. My mind drifted back to the silver-crested carriage idling at the border crossing earlier. "Who is trying to force their way into your hall, Vickon?""Doesn't matter," he growled low in his throat, taking my palm and leading me up the heavy stone stairs toward his private quarters. "Don't you have your lunar

"If the real she-wolf steps onto the pack grounds herself, then Zafira's reputation as a shameless stray will be slaughtered," Isolde whispered under her breath, a dark smirk twisting her face as she tapped her communication crystal.My inner wolf stirred with satisfaction as the hireling confirmed the public scene had unfolded perfectly across the academy grounds.The female paid to impersonate the house-steward of the high-born Duskwater bloodline had performed her role flawlessly. Isolde knew High Alpha Vickon was indeed bound by old territorial pacts on paper—if any low-ranking wolf checked the official registry of the High Council, they would find his name tied to ancient bloodline alliances. Who would dare question whether the steward truly came from a high-born warlord?The moment the territory boards exploded with vicious gossip, Nythra Ravencrest, Elira Stormveil, and Sorelle Mistfang gathered around the stone tables in a panic.Elira's claws dug into the wood as she stared a

"I grew up in an abandoned rogue shelter, while your family had a strong territory!" Isolde shrieks, her voice cracking as my heavy boot presses into her bruised ribs. "Do you expect me to buy you moon-blessings worth thousands of silver coins? Are you trying to destroy me?"I let out a harsh, freezing laugh that cuts straight through the thick air of the training arena. "Oh, so because you were raised in a rogue shelter, the rare Blood-Moon lilies I gave you—worth thousands of silver—were just 'worthless junk' in your eyes?"Around us, dozens of young academy wolves exchange looks of disgust and dark mockery.Rogue background or not, how could any she-wolf turn her nose up at high-grade healing herbs worth thousands of silver coins? Where did she get the nerve to spit on the hand that kept her alive?Isolde’s pale cheeks flush a deep, angry crimson, her claws twitching uselessly against the stone floor. I press my advantage, leaning down so my shadow completely swallows her. "Let us

Nythra Ravencrest looked at me with deep concern, her ears twitching in anxiety. "Zafira, why did you not arrive with him? The high-born wolves are already mocking your lineage!""I have no idea." I took a delicate sip of sweetened moon-nectar, my expression calm as a dormant volcano. "My Alpha never explicitly gave his word.""What?!" Nythra's face changed in an instant, shock flashing across her features as her claws nervously unsheathed.Elira and Sorelle, standing near the carved pillar, turned to stare at me with wide, panicked eyes.High Alpha Vickon turned down my invitation? If the ruler of the Blackwynd Moon Dominion failed to show up tonight, my standing at Moonhollow Ridge would be entirely destroyed!"It is fine. There are still ten minutes left in the solstice hourglass. Let us wait." I remained completely unruffled, keeping my posture steady.That morning at Rosewood Manor, I had used every weapon in my arsenal—sweet-talking, rubbing against his broad chest, purring agai

"The Duskwater line clearly lacks the discipline to govern its females. I shall instruct the Enforcers to conduct a thorough audit of Lord Duskwater's borders," Vickon’s voice cut through the cavernous grand hall, cold as frosted iron. The absolute, predatory threat in his rumble was enough to freeze the blood in Mirelle’s veins.Then, he turned his dark head toward me. The terrifying aura in his golden eyes softened in a heartbeat, replaced by a deep, possessive warmth as he growled softly, "Are you ready to return to our sanctuary, my Luna?"I flashed a sharp, victorious smile, threading my slender arm through his heavy leather brace. "I am ready."I had achieved every single target I set out to hit tonight—there was no longer any reason to linger among these bowing wolves.Well... except for one final victory lap.Catching sight of the pale, ruined faces scattered across the hall, especially Isolde’s look of utter devastation, my wolf purred with wicked delight. I pressed myself ti