Semua Bab REBIRTH: THIS TIME ILL MAKE YOU BEG, ALPHA : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Kaelen’s POVThe royal stables were a complete mess of shouting enforcers and nervous, stamping horses right before the formal hunt, but my eyes were only focused on one specific stall.I was standing near the center aisle, my hands shoved deep into the pockets of my dark military jacket as my inner wolf tracked her scent. Lavender and pine needles. She was still inside the perimeter, but the locked bond was buzzing behind my left ear, keeping my pulse running at a frantic pace. Every time I felt her coordinates shift, my wolf wanted to pace the dirt ring, completely desperate to go drag her back to my side.Then, I noticed a group of three men lingering near the back stalls.They wore the formal Beta uniform pins of the Voss pack, but they were hovering entirely too close to Elara's favorite mare. They kept looking around suspiciously, their postures stiff as if they were trying to hide something beneath their cloaks. A dark, threatening heat instantly exploded in my chest, my silver

Kaelen’s POVThe dark wood of my study desk didn't just rattle; it split straight down the center as I slammed my fists onto the surface with a heavy crash."Where is the interrogation report?" I demanded, my voice a rough, gravelly rumble that filled the entire room.Idris was standing near the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, looking completely exhausted. Wren was leaning against the wall right next to him, his posture entirely too relaxed for a rogue wolf standing in front of an angry Alpha King. The locked mate bond behind my left ear was still pulsing with a sharp, rhythmic heat, delivering the stinging ache of Elara's cut arm directly into my own flesh. Every beat of my heart brought a phantom burn under my skin, and it was driving my inner wolf into a homicidal frenzy."We just finished running the silver coin signatures from the bag Elara gave the spy," Idris said flat out, stepping forward to drop a single piece of parchment onto the unbroken edge of the desk. "The c

Kaelen’s POVThe coffee in my front cup had gone completely cold, but I didn't have the energy to signal the kitchen staff for a replacement. I sat at the head of the long breakfast table, my fingers pressing hard against my temples as I tried to blink the heavy fog out of my sight. My eyes were completely bloodshot, burning from another long night of zero sleep.It was her fault. All night long, behind my left ear, my crescent birthmark had been humming with a steady, electric current of energy. It wasn't the frantic adrenaline from her horse chase or the sharp sting of her cut arm; it was a deep, freezing wave of lethal satisfaction. Through our locked mate bond, Elara was broadcasting her triumph directly into my chest, a quiet, smug rhythm that kept my inner wolf pacing the floorboards until dawn. She had been out there in the dark, executing some hidden move on her chessboard, and because of her own little curse, I was forced to stay awake and feel every single second of her vict

Elara’s POVI pushed right past a completely stunned Kaelen, the stiff fabric of my silver-trimmed jacket brushing against his chest as I left him standing frozen between the high shelves. I didn't turn back to watch him try to process my words. I had actual work to do, and the Alpha King’s lingering shock was just white noise buzzing behind my left ear.I headed deeper into the archive vaults, my boots clicking softly against the old stone floor as the overhead torches grew sparse. The air back here smelled like decaying parchment and centuries of dust, a dead zone where the palace staff rarely ventured. I reached the very end of the historic aisle, slid my fingers along the hidden groove of a rotting wooden panel, and pushed.The wall gave way with a low, scraping groan, revealing a small, secret back room illuminated by a single candle.Queen Mother Alaria was already waiting for me, sitting at a small iron table. She looked pale, her features drawn tight under her regal headpiece,

Elara’s POV"Pick up the pace, you sloths!" I shouted from my comfortable spot on the stone balcony, taking a slow sip of my morning tea. "A three-legged mule could complete this perimeter track faster than a royal vanguard squad! Move it!"Down in the main courtyard, fifty low-ranking enforcers were currently questioning every single choice that had led them to a career in the royal military. Kaelen’s traditional leadership had left these guards looking too stiff, comfortable, and lazy. They spent their days standing like stone statues outside empty ballrooms, completely soft from years of predictable palace schedules.Not under my watch. I had commanded Wren to gather them at dawn, and now the central training yard had been completely transformed into a ridiculous, high-intensity obstacle course."Keep your footing on the grease, boys!" Wren yelled, standing near the center ring with his arms crossed, a wicked grin plastered across his face.A row of six heavy wooden logs had been