Semua Bab REBIRTH: THIS TIME ILL MAKE YOU BEG, ALPHA : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Kaelen’s POVI dragged Idris by the shoulder straight into my private study, slamming the heavy wooden door shut with a loud crash that echoed down the silent corridor. It was past one in the morning, but my blood was boiling with a toxic mix of territorial jealousy and tactical panic."Double the border patrols on all incoming shipments from the northern packs," I ordered, my voice a rough, gravelly rasp as I marched over to the map laid out across my desk. "Every carriage, every supply wagon, and every elite vanguard squad trying to cross the secondary territory lines needs to be stripped down and searched before dinner. Effective immediately."Idris didn't move toward the parchment. He just stood there, his hair still slightly rumpled from being woken up, staring at me with a pair of deeply exhausted, judgmental dark eyes."The northern borders?" Idris groaned, rubbing his temples as he let out a long, heavy sigh. "Kaelen, we just finalized the western sector adjustments three hour

Kaelen’s POVThe silver fork in my hand felt heavy enough to snap as I sat through the most miserable council lunch of my entire reign.Vesper was sitting to my left, her severe face hidden beneath a fresh lace veil that smelled faintly of old linen and burnt incense. She wasn't eating her roasted pheasant; instead, she kept sliding a fresh parchment scroll across the polished table, her fingers tapping a relentless rhythm against the wood."The public morale among our secondary territories is dropping, Kaelen," Vesper purred, her voice dripping with smooth, patronizing warmth as she looked around the row of high-ranking advisors. "Given the recent... instability within the Voss subsidiary line, we must ensure the inner circle remains unified. This new legislation will strictly limit the political and property rights of unmated females within the palace court. It will restrict their access to council vaults and prevent independent security deployments. It’s for the stability of the mo

Kaelen's POVI was standing on the terrace off my study with a pair of field glasses in my hand, telling myself this was a routine perimeter check, the kind I do every morning to make sure nothing rogue has slipped past the guard line overnight.That was the story I was telling myself, anyway, right up until I lowered the lenses toward the outer courtyard and found her standing there with Cassian, and the story fell apart in my hands.It's embarrassing, if I'm honest with myself, how quickly my eyes go looking for her before they look for anything else. Every window in this palace, every terrace, every gap between two buildings where a person might be standing — I scan those spaces for her the way a soldier scans for an ambush, like she's a threat my body refuses to stop tracking.Maybe that's exactly what she is to me now. A threat I can't look away from no matter how many times she makes it clear she doesn't want my eyes on her at all.She hates me. She's said it plainly enough, wit

Kaelen's POVIdris was talking about land tax adjustments at the conference table, and I genuinely could not tell you a single word of what he'd said in the last five minutes, because I wasn't listening to any of it.I couldn't focus, and I mean that literally. Every few seconds the bond behind my ear delivered another pulse of her straight into my chest, laughter, warmth, a kind of ease she hasn't shown me once since she came back to this capital, and all of it was going to some overgrown mutt sitting on her floor instead of to me.She hasn't laughed like that with me a single time. Not once. But a stray dog shreds my favorite chair and suddenly she's down on the ground giggling like the world isn't full of knives waiting for her at every turn.My wolf was sulking so hard in the back of my mind that I could genuinely feel the room getting colder around me. I closed my eyes against another wave of her happiness rolling through the bond, my ribs aching with something so stupid I refuse

Kaelen's POVThe grand ballroom of the central palace was a sea of gold trim, crystal chandeliers, and fake smiles, and I hated nearly every inch of it before I'd even climbed the staircase.I stood at the very top of the marble steps in full black dress uniform, the silver cloak of the Alpha King pinned across my shoulder with the royal crest, Idris a pace behind my right side, flanked by five elite enforcers who looked more prepared for a battlefield than a party. Given what I knew was sitting in those grain barrels, maybe that was exactly the correct way to look at it.A long line of lords and ladies kept filing past the foot of the stairs, bowing low, angling for a nod I had no intention of giving a single one of them. I didn't care about their seasonal greetings or their careful, practiced smiles. My jaw was set, my eyes locked on the oak doors at the far end of the hall, waiting.My wolf was pacing back and forth behind my ribs hard enough that it genuinely felt like he was tryi