All Chapters of REBIRTH: THIS TIME ILL MAKE YOU BEG, ALPHA : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elara’s POVI slowly lifted my fingers to my face, pressing them against the small mark on my skin. When I pulled my hand away, there was a tiny, bright speck of red on my fingertip. I didn't blink. I didn't panic. And I definitely didn't buckle under the suffocating wave of jealous power that was currently rolling off the high balcony like a physical storm.The air in the courtyard was so heavy it felt like breathing wet cement. Around the edge of the ring, a few passing helpers had dropped to their knees, their heads pressed against the dirt in natural terror. Even Wren had gone stiff, his muscles locked tight as Kaelen's raw intent to kill pinned him to the spot.I didn't care. I looked past the frozen guards, past the shaking servants, and tilted my head straight up toward the southern balcony. Kaelen was leaning so far over the stone railing I thought he might actually jump. His face was a mask of fury, his silver eyes flashing a dangerous, glowing gold as he stared down at the t

Elara’s POVPulling a simple grey wool clover my silver-white hair felt like taking off a heavy coat. Rhea and I were currently standing near the eastern servant gates, dressed in the most boring, faded helper uniforms we could find in the laundry bins. No silk, no leather shirts, no weapons visible. To anyone passing by, we were just two low-ranking kitchen maids heading out to fetch supplies."If we get caught doing this, the King is going to lock down the entire land," Rhea whispered, her eyes darting nervously toward the guards stationed at the gate. She adjusted the heavy basket on her arm, her hands turning white from gripping the handle too tight. "I am a real royal healer trainee, Elara. I shouldn't be sneaking out like a thief in the middle of the day.""Relax," I laughed softly, pulling the hood lower over my face as the guards waved us through without a second look. "The guards don't look at helpers' faces, Rhea. They just see the uniform. Besides, I need a new set of throw

POVThe little shop on the very edge of the territory was a mess. Jars of dried leaves and weird liquids were stacked on every single shelf, and honestly, if I didn't know any better, I’d think I walked into a hoarder's basement. But I knew exactly who lived here.Selene was sitting behind a low counter, sorting through a pile of roots. She didn't even look up when the bell above the door jangled."You're late," she said, her voice dry as paper. "I was starting to think you got caught by one of the King's patrols.""Please. Those guards couldn't track a bear in a small closet," I said, tossing my grey cloak onto a nearby stool and sitting down across from her. "The rogue scout I questioned in the market gave me your location. He was very cooperative after I adjusted his fingers. Now, let's talk. You knew my mother."Selene finally stopped what she was doing. She lifted her head, her sharp, ancient eyes locking straight onto mine. She stared at me for a long, silent moment, looking at

Elara’s POVThe royal ledger slammed onto the table with a loud crack that made Rhea jump and drop her ink pen. Idris was sitting across from us, his head buried in his hands, surrounded by three separate mountains of financial paperwork that I had personally dragged out of the archives. He looked completely miserable, his shoulders sagging like he’d rather be facing a horde of feral rogues than sitting in this room with me."I am the Beta of the Royal Crescent Pack," Idris groaned, his voice muffled against his palms as he slowly looked up at me. "I manage border defenses. I coordinate elite enforcers. Why am I spending my afternoon watching you read receipts from three years ago?""Because your accounting department is an joke, Idris," I said, flipping through a thick parchment page with a grin. "And since I have a seat on the council now, I’m making sure we aren't hemorrhaging silver on stupid things. For example, look at this entry from last month. What the hell is 'Royal Scalp Ma

Elara’s POVThe air inside the Queen Mother’s private greenhouse was thick with the scent of damp soil and blooming flora, but I wasn't there to admire the gardening. I was standing near a glass wall, watching Alaria clip the dead leaves off a rare mountain orchid. She was exactly as I remembered her from my first life—sharp, elegant, and radiating a quiet authority that didn't need a royal title to back it up.In my past life, I barely spoke to this woman. I was too busy being the timid, obedient future Luna, hiding in the shadows while Lyra wormed her way into the royal family’s good graces. And because of my softness, Alaria ended up with a silver dagger through her heart.Not this time. I was here to ensure she survived the next four years, even if I had to run circles around her own defenses to do it."You've been standing there for five minutes, Elara," Alaria said without turning around, the sharp click of her shears echoing against the glass panes. "And unless you suddenly dev