Alle Kapitel von Reborn to the Alpha’s Obsession: Kapitel 71 – Kapitel 77

Thalia's POV ​The night wind slapped against my face like a lash as I hauled my supply bag down the western tower stairs. ​I had no time for formal gowns or elaborate jewels. I was dressed in practical dark leather, a silver dagger strapped to my thigh, and a resolve sharper than any blade I carried. ​"Five people," Brandon said, his stride tight and his face etched with strain. "Your Majesty, I am deeply uncomfortable with the King and Queen traveling to such treacherous territory with only five guards." ​"Five move fast and silent," I retorted without looking back. "Fifty would be spotted three hills away, inviting every one of Matriarch Vessa’s spies to prepare a welcoming party." ​"But if something happens on the road—" ​"Then five highly trained soldiers will be more useful than fifty men tripping over each other in a narrow mountain pass," I cut him off, my voice brooking no argument. ​Brandon let out a sharp breath, falling silent. ​Lysander was already waiting in the c

Thalia's POV ​"You want to split our forces in two, when they outnumber us a hundred to one?" Brandon stared at me as if I had completely lost my mind. ​"Not split to fight," I replied, my voice steady. "Split to distract." ​We were huddled behind a cluster of jagged rocks, observing the valley below where Matriarch Vessa’s forces guarded the cave entrance. Their torches were packed tight—far too tight for five people to breach using conventional tactics. ​"Explain," Lysander said. His voice was flat, but his eyes narrowed in that familiar, wary way—he knew this tone, the sign that I was courting disaster. ​"The seal created by Malakor and Ysolde must have more than one entrance," I said, recalling the fractured visions I had seen in my chambers. "A ritual of that magnitude? They wouldn't have relied on a single entryway that anyone could stumble upon. There are hidden paths—paths that can only be felt by the blood of the creators." ​"Your blood," Raven concluded softly. ​"My bl

Thalia's POV ​I hadn't even managed to reach Brandon before Lysander exploded into motion—not running, but surging forward in the form of a massive, coal-black wolf that no longer held back even a shred of his primal ferocity. ​The five cultists surrounding Brandon didn't even have time to scream. Lysander’s jaws tore through the first, his massive claws shearing through the chest of the second, sending a spray of dark blood splattering across the pristine snow. ​I dove into the fray alongside him. My silver dagger found the throat of the third soldier, while my blood magic coiled around the ankles of the fourth, jerking his legs out from under him before he could even raise his blade. ​Lysander took care of the last one himself—not quickly, and certainly not with mercy. He clamped his jaws around the man, hoisted him high into the air, and slammed him down against the frozen rocks with such violent force that the very earth beneath us shuddered. ​This wasn't the Lysander who hel

Thalia's POV The fissures in the altar pulsed with a rhythmic, sickly light—like a heart that had been jolted awake after a thousand years of slumber. I leaned forward, my curiosity overriding my caution, desperate to examine the dark, swirling energy leaking from the cracks. Before my fingertips could even brush the freezing stone, a hand clamped firmly around my waist from behind. I was hauled backward with such unrelenting force that my heels dragged against the snow, offering no room for protest. "Stay back," Lysander growled against my ear, his body acting as an impenetrable wall between me and the altar. "You heard Raven. Your blood could tear this thing open wide enough to swallow us whole." "I only wanted to see it, Lysander. I wasn't going to touch it." "I don't give a damn about your intentions," he shot back, his voice vibrating with a raw, jagged edge of anxiety he no longer bothered to mask. His arm remained locked around me, anchoring me to him. "One stray drop of b