All Chapters of REBIRTH: THIS TIME ILL MAKE YOU BEG, ALPHA : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

66 Chapters

The Last Breath

POV: ElaraThe rattle of heavy iron chains against the damp stone floor was the only sound left to mark the passing of time.I coughed, a violent, hacking spasm that tore through my chest and left the metallic taste of blood pooling in the back of my throat. My cheek remained pressed flat against the freezing, slime-slicked floor of the royal dungeon, my eyes staring blindly into the absolute dark.I couldn't feel my fingers anymore. The heavy iron manacles locked around my wrists had worn away the skin weeks ago, leaving infected sores. My hair, once a thick, flowing mane of silver-white, now fell out in tangled patches against the stone, ruined by the slow, agonizing poison Cassian’s guards slipped into my water every single evening.Directly above my head, through feet of solid bedrock and steel, the palace foundations vibrated.They were dancing up there.Tonight marked the three-year anniversary of Alpha King Kaelen Draven’s coronation, and by extension, his union with the pack's

Soft Mattress

POV: ElaraA sudden, violent gasp tore through my throat.My chest forcefully expanded, drawing in a massive, burning lungful of air that tasted shockingly sweet, entirely clear of mold and the suffocating stench of copper and rot.I bolted upright, my heart hammering against my ribs as I threw my hands out in front of me to catch my fall. Instead of hitting freezing stone or rusted iron, my palms sank into the impossibly soft surface of a feather mattress.I froze, my breath catching in my throat as the sheer sensory shock of my surroundings flooded my mind. I wasn't suffocating. The air moving past my lips didn't burn. I wasn't shivering from a deep, bone-chilling dampness that settled into my lungs. Instead, a gentle, warm breeze fluttered through the room, carrying the distinct, comforting scent of fresh lavender and pine needles.Slowly, trembling violently, I lifted my hands in front of my face.The light hitting them was blindingly bright, pouring through a large glass window a

The Sister's Mask

POV: ElaraBefore Rhea could even pour the steaming tea, the bedroom door flew open with an aggressive bang."Oh, Elara! You’re finally awake!"Lyra burst into the room like a sudden gust of wind, a bright, dazzling smile plastered across her face. She looked radiant, her golden hair cascading down her shoulders in loose, perfect curls, and her big, clear blue eyes shining with excitement. She was already dressed in a delicate, pastel-blue satin robe, trailing the sweet, expensive scent of French lavender and vanilla behind her.Two low-ranking omega servants hurried into the room behind her, carefully carrying a garment bag made of expensive white garment silk."Look what I brought you, sister," Lyra chirped, her voice a sweet, melodic purr that made my skin crawl. She gestured gracefully to the servants, who zipped open the bag to reveal a traditional, pure white dress. It was simple, high-necked, and entirely unadorned, the exact uniform designed to make a pack female look meek, su

A Royal Rejection

POV: ElaraThe grand courtyard of the Voss pack estate was completely transformed for the evening. Red banners bearing our pack symbol hung from the stone arches, and torches lined the long driveway, casting a flickering, dramatic orange glow over the gathering crowds.Because we were hosting the neighboring packs and the Alpha King's traveling court for this segment of the Great Mating Ceremony, the tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. High-ranking wolves from three different territories drifted through the grounds, their heavy Alpha and Beta pheromones clashing in the night air.Near the main entrance of the formal ceremonial hall, Theron stood tall in his formal Beta attire, his chest puffed out as he finished greeting the King's advance guard. Lyra stood right beside him, practically radiating angelic sweetness in her robe. Surrounding them were the other young females of the pack, a sea of monotonous, submissive white silk gowns.Then, I stepped out of the res

The Silver Lock

POV: ElaraThe doors of the ceremonial hall slammed shut behind me, muting the eruption of shouting voices and shattering glass.I marched down the stone steps, the layers of my gown brushing against the gravel as I crossed the dark courtyard. The royal enforcers stationed at the gates stared at me in paralyzed shock, their hands hovering over their weapons but completely unable to move. No one had ever prepared them for a woman walking away from the Alpha King.I slipped past the outer perimeter and retreated deep into the western edge of the estate, heading toward a small, abandoned stone greenhouse tucked away behind the overgrown rose gardens. It was a place no one visited, a perfect, temporary sanctuary.I pushed the creaking wooden door open, and let out a long, shaky breath.My heart was hammering, but my mind was perfectly clear. In my past life, when Kaelen had rejected me, the sensation had been a violent, agonizing tear that left my inner wolf bleeding and broken. I expecte

Chapter 6

Elara’s POVThe carriage ride from the Voss estate to the royal palace was a perfect example of suffocating silence, and honestly, I was enjoying every single second of it.I leaned my head back against the plush leather seat, staring out the window at the passing rows of pine trees. I didn't look at Theron once. I didn't look at Lyra either, even though I could practically feel the heat of their glares trying to melt my skin off. In my past life, a car ride like this with my stepfather and stepsister would've had my stomach turning in knots. I would've been stammering apologies, desperate to fix whatever I did to make them angry. Now? I honestly couldn't care less. They were nothing but static on a broken television.Every now and then, Lyra would let out this tiny, pathetic little sniffle. It was her signature move. It was the sound that usually had Theron barking orders to comfort her, or Kaelen wrapping a protective arm around her waist. But today, nobody was playing into it. T

Chapter 7

Kaelen’s POVIt was two in the morning, and I was pacing the floor of my private study like a caged animal. My skin felt like it was really on fire, a constant, annoying heat that started behind my neck and spread all the way down to my fingertips. I tugged at the collar of my shirt, ripping open the top two buttons just to get some air, but it didn't help. The air inside the room wasn't the problem. The problem was the invisible, heavy chain wrapped around my soul, and the girl sitting on the other end of it.I couldn't breathe. I couldn't sit still. Every time I tried to stop moving, this strong spike of restlessness shot through my veins, forcing me back onto my feet.The door to the study groaned open, and Idris walked in, carrying a thick stack of security reports. He looked worn out.His dark hair was messy, his uniform jacket was unbuttoned, and there were dark circles under his eyes. He took one look at me, then looked down at the floor, following the path I’d been wearing in

Chapter 8

Elara’s POVThe morning sun was barely peeking over the eastern mountains when I slid into my boots and tied my silver hair back into a tight ponytail. The air outside was freezing, the kind of cold that makes your breath turn into white clouds, but I liked it. I needed to know exactly what this eighteen-year-old body could do. In my past life, I was soft. I spent my mornings sleeping in, waiting for Kaelen to notice me, and letting my own muscles grow weak from not doing anything.Not this time.I marched out into the stone training courtyard, the heavy layers of my black shirt catching the early breeze. Wren was already there, waiting for me in the center of the ring. He didn't have his weapon out; he was just stretching his arms, his thin, muscular frame totally relaxed."You're late," Wren said, a faint, teasing smirk touching his lips as he looked me up and down. "I thought the high-and-mighty Lady Elara liked her beauty sleep.""Shut up and throw a punch," I said, dropping int

Chapter 9

Kaelen’s POVThe air in the council room was thick enough to choke an ordinary wolf, but I was barely paying attention to the border fights on the map. Vesper was sitting to my right, her voice talking on and on about the northern tax rates and trade rules. She loved the sound of her own voice, and usually, I’d just nod along to keep the peace. But today, my skin was prickling with that same intense, uninvited heat. The locked bond was humming in my veins, telling me exactly how close she was before I even heard her footsteps in the hall.Right on cue, the heavy doors of the room swung open without a knock.Every head at the long table snapped toward the entrance. Elara walked in, ignoring the royal guards who were supposed to announce her. She wasn't wearing the usual fancy dress expected of a high-ranking female at a council meeting. Instead, she wore a tailored dark shirt that fit her slim frame, making her look more like a fighter ready for war than a lady attending a talk.She

Chapter 10

Elara’s POVThe gravel crunching under my boots was the only steady sound in the royal gardens as Cassian talked on about some old pack alliance. I kept a soft, pleasant smile on my face, nodding at the exact right moments to keep him going. To anyone watching, we looked like two high-ranking wolves sharing a peaceful morning walk. But inside my head, I wasn't listening to a single word about alliances.I was looking at the dirt path.I remembered this exact walkway from my past life. I remembered how Cassian used to walk this path every Tuesday, always stopping near the western stone wall where the guards couldn't see well. This was the exact path he used to sneak the poison into the palace, handing it off to the guards who slipped it into my water evening after evening. Every stone, every neatly trimmed hedge we passed wasn't just scenery to me. It was a crime scene from a future I already lived."You know, Elara, most females in the palace find the history of the northern borders

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