Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Alpha’s Savage Rebirth: Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Zafira Nightvale POV"Mother, today is the third dawn moon already..." Vaenya Hollowmere’s voice is edged with heavy panic, her snout trembling real fast inside the den cabin. "Zafira gave our camp a strict pack deadline: three dawn moons to return every single trade token and vacate this valley mountain territory house completely! But eighty million tokens? So far, the best our hands have managed to scrape together from the patrols is thirty million tokens, and our claws haven't even started packing a single wolf pelt!""Our camp is absolutely not paying back a single token to her pouch! Our paws are not moving out of this valley house! So what if her beast growls at our name?" before Donna can say a single word, the old pack matriarch—Elder Mrs. Grimfen—shouts at the top of her lungs, slamming the wooden table with a heavy, hairy paw. "The territory scroll deed has got my son's name written on it by the pack elders! I would like to see that little upstart Nightvale pup try to do som

Zafira Nightvale POV"Zafira, hush your muzzle right now!" Isolde Grimfen calls out real fast, running through the gate logs to cut my speech off mid-sentence before the neighbors can hear any more pack history."Oh, Stepmother Isolde Grimfen, has your shadow finally decided to join our little territory circle?" my mouth grins back real icy, my boots crossing over as my posture reclines on the wooden bench, watching her flustered fur scurry closer in the dirt.Vaelira Nightvale tags right along behind her heels, her young snout barking with loud indignation. "Zafira! My mother has always treated your skin with nice family favors—how can your tongue bark such horrible lies about her name to these onlookers?!""My brain didn't realize shameless behavior could reach such massive heights among the ranks," my silver eyes roll with absolute contempt, not even trying to hide my wolf's disgust. "Today has really been a big pack education for my fur.""Tell my spirit, which exact part of my gr

Zafira Nightvale POV"Is my alpha mate truly carrying me through the camp with such gentle paws?" I whisper into the thick, dark fur of his neck, my teeth clicking softly as Vickon Blackwynd steps out of the iron warrior club. "You look so completely happy now, my fierce protector.""Your small claws are safe against my chest, Zafira," Vickon rumbles deep within his lungs, his alpha scent washing over my face to erase the metallic stench of the rogue blood from earlier. "Nothing in this territory will ever harm your skin while my jaws can snap.""Look at the pack master," Zyric Fenwolf whispers to the other dominion warriors standing by the lifting-shaft. "He marched into that execution room ready to tear pelts apart and paint the logs red with rogue blood, but now his inner beast is purring like a young pup in spring. How did Lady Blackwynd transform his cold spirit so quickly?""He cradles her like the most sacred moonstone in the entire Blackwynd Moon Dominion," another guard murmu

Zafira Nightvale POV"The first female wolf did what her rogue tail shouldn't have done, the second female wolf marched right where her paws shouldn't have stepped, and the third female wolf my golden eyes have never even looked at inside this territory!" Vickon Blackwynd growls real low to my face, his big chest moving up and down against the furs. "The very first female wolf who tried to claim my mating bond had bad thoughts in her brain because the Darkmere Crossing pack paid her pouch to steal our map secrets, but my claws caught her before she could touch the pack letters.""My husband hates pack traitors more than anything in the forest, so he would never let her skin go without a heavy punishment!" my own mouth shouts out, my heart feeling super sad for his old wounds."The second female wolf had no bad plans, she just had a very small brain with no pack sense," Vickon explains to my snout while his large hand strokes my hair. "Sorelle Mistfang gave her a little push, so she mar

Zafira Nightvale POV"Your alpha hair has a stray lock hanging over your forehead from the border run, Vickon, and it makes your dark face look super wild like a rogue rogue leader!" my tongue says out loud to my mate as his heavy boots step right inside the main hall logs."Darling!" my paws yell as my body springs up from the furs and dashes straight across the stone floor to escape Grandma's heavy doting eyes."Did your inner wolf miss my presence this dawn?" Vickon’s hoarse voice chuckles real low inside his throat, his massive arms automatically opening up wide so my whole frame can leap right into his warm chest."Why do your lips say such embarrassing things when the old Lady Blackwynd is watching our pelts?!" my snout mutters back with a mortified glare, my cheeks turning completely pink against his white shirt."Oh dear, my old bones are suddenly feeling quite tired from the moon travel—Sorelle Mistfang, help my frame go upstairs to the high den for a quick nap!" the old Lady