Alle Kapitel von The Alpha’s Savage Rebirth: Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

Zafira Nightvale POV"The three hundred million trade tokens sitting inside her hidden wolf vault—that part is absolutely true, and my claws stumbled upon that dirty pack secret in my past lifetime quite by accident," my lips whisper into the dark space of the hallway, my inner wolf purring with a wicked heat that makes my lower lips slide together with a slick, needy friction. "Isolde Grimfen never figured out that my snout knew about her stolen wealth, and she will have to swallow her rogue pride and give every last token to Lucan Duskclaw without a single bark of protest.""Darling...?" my mouth gasps out as my body rushes up the stone steps of the Blackwynd Moon Dominion fortress, my hips swinging beneath my thin tunic until my soft breasts crash straight into the hard, muscular wall of Vickon Blackwynd’s bare chest tracks."Careless little pup," his deep, magnetic alpha voice rumbles directly into my burning ears, his giant, calloused paw reaching down to give my sensitive, bare

Zafira Nightvale POV"Your filthy rogue trap is completely broken, stepmother, and my silver eyes can see straight through your disgusting, greedy soul," my mouth sneers with an adult, dangerous heat that makes my inner wolf growl like a predator ready to claim its territory."How did your young paws escape the lunar heat-root smoke?!" Isolde Grimfen stammers backward, her pupils shrinking in pure shock as her tail drops into the mud tracks."You like to prepare aphrodisiac drinks for my womb, so now your own throat will swallow every single drop of this wild birch wine!" my claws lung forward with raw, dominant power, ripping her silk collar as my heavy grip drags her trembling frame across the stone desk."Zafira, let my skin go! Your father Lucan Duskclaw will rip your flesh to pieces if his ears find out about this rebellion—!" Isolde screams, her hips thrashing against my weight, but my small hands are far too strong from Vickon’s intense nighttime training."Drink it all, you wr

Zafira Nightvale POV"Your loose tongue can tell its twisted lies to the pack executioners at dawn, stepmother, because my snout knows exactly what kind of unfaithful rogue activities your womb has been hunting for in these woods!" my mouth yells out real loud into the chaotic stone lounge, my silver eyes flashing with a wicked adult heat that makes my inner wolf growl for absolute blood."Zafira, you are the one who forced my skin into this—" Isolde Grimfen tries to scream, but her jaw shuts tight because she knows if her lips mention that my claws poured the drugged birch liquid, she will have to explain why the aphrodisiac wine was hidden inside her own matching pouch in the first place."Isolde Grimfen was clearly hit by the wild lunar heat-root smoke and completely lost control of her inner beast, so my wolf believes this pack tragedy really wasn't her fault!" my throat heaves a massive, theatrical sigh, my chest tracks swelling against Vickon Blackwynd’s giant chest while the su

Zafira Nightvale POV"My inner wolf is drenched in pure envy, Mom, and my throat will choke on its own blood if my boots do not ride inside that supreme dominion carriage right next to Alpha Vickon Blackwynd’s massive, muscular thighs today!" Sorelle Mistfang cries out into the stone courtyard logs, her face turning red with a vicious, needy rage as her tail twags back and forth against her travel bags. "This training cycle at the Wolfsbane Lunar Herbarium was supposed to be my grand debut, where every single alpha male would smell my wet youth and beg to mount my womb! But that bastard female Zafira Nightvale has snatched every piece of glory that belongs to my fur!""Calm your wild breathing, my sweet pup, because your mother's claws will settle this territory dispute immediately," Elira Stormveil growls softly, her heart aching for her daughter's frantic tears. "Just keep your snout waiting by the stone steps while my paws go demand our rightful space inside the master carriage.""

Zafira Nightvale POV"Didn't your wealthy claws promise to drop that fifty-thousand-token moon-stone necklace right into my paws the second the semester started, Zafira?!" Selka Dreadmoor’s eyes narrow into slits of pure, ugly suspicion, her face darkening like a storm over the northern peaks. "Wait—don't tell my wolf your family bank accounts suddenly dried up!""Do your low-ranking ears even comprehend the massive number of dominion tokens that rare lunar necklace costs?" my mouth sneers with an adult, mocking heat as I lean my hips back against the oak study desk, my arms folded tightly over my breasts while my silver eyes trail down her basic linen tunic."Of course my nose knows the price, it is only fifty grand! That is practically loose change for the supreme alpha’s marked bride!" Selka huffs with a self-righteous twitch of her tail, her chest flattening as she tries to step up to my frame. "Are your claws really becoming this stingy after just one summer in the Blackwynd fort