Semua Bab REBIRTH: THIS TIME ILL MAKE YOU BEG, ALPHA : Bab 41 - Bab 50

POVI shoved Idris's hand off my shoulder hard enough that he nearly stumbled back into the enforcers behind him, and I hit the marble stairs like something had been unleashed.My boots came down on the stone with every step, deliberate and enough that I didn't bother holding back the pressure of my Alpha aura at all. I let it drop straight into the room the way I would on a battlefield, and the air in that ballroom turned thick and cold almost instantly. Up in the balcony, the violinists stuttered mid-bar, their bows scraping against the strings in a way that made half the hall wince, and near the punch bowl I watched a cluster of low-ranking wolves drop their heads on instinct, their knees buckling under weight they hadn't expected to feel tonight.I didn't care about court decorum in that moment, and I mean that honestly, not as some dramatic flourish. I cut through the crowd, and the lords scrambled out of my way with expressions somewhere between fear and confusion, pressing them

Kaelen's POV"Enforcers!" I shouted, letting my aura flare out hard enough that three crystal chalices shattered on the nearest table. "Arrest Vesper and Cassian. High treason and attempted assassination of the royal line."Idris's guards didn't hesitate. They swarmed the head table fast, four of them pinning Cassian face-down against the marble with enough force to make him choke, two more clamping magic-dampening iron around his wrists before he could get a single word out."Get your hands off me!" Vesper shrieked as an enforcer took her by the arm, her veil falling into a puddle of spilled wine, her powdered face gone slack with panic under the chandeliers. "Kaelen, listen to me — she's a witch. That Voss stray is manipulating your bond. She planted those vials herself. She's trying to destroy our house!"I didn't look at her. I didn't give her a single word, a glance, any part of my attention at all."Take them to the dungeons under the eastern tower," I said flatly to the guards.

Kaelen's POVThe dungeon anteroom smelled like damp stone, old iron, and something underneath both of those that I didn't want to examine too closely.I sat in a high-backed wooden chair outside the main holding cell, boots stretched out in front of me, watching Cassian through the bars. He was sitting on the cold floor, his arms chained tight behind his back with silver that burned him a little more every time he shifted his weight, his coat torn, his jaw bruised dark from his run-in with Wren the night before. Somehow he still managed to look like he thought he had the upper hand.He laughed, a short, rasping sound, and spat blood onto the straw near his boots."You think you won, don't you, Kaelen," he said, his voice bouncing flat off the wet stone. "You locked up my mother. You put me in irons. You cleared out the whole high council. You think you're standing at the top of the world tonight."I didn't answer him. I sat there in the dim torchlight and let him talk."Look at you,"

Kaelen's POVThree in the morning, and I was pacing my study like something that had given up believing it would ever be let out of its cage.My eyes felt like sandpaper. The skin under them had gone that bruised, purplish color that makes you look like you lost a fight, which, in a way, I guess I had. Every time I tried to sit in my armchair, my claws would come out on their own and dig into the wood, and I'd be back up a second later, pacing again, because sitting still felt like it might actually kill me faster than exhaustion would.The bond behind my ear wouldn't shut up. It kept feeding me these cold little spikes of her focus, over and over, and through it her mind read like dead silence — awake, wide awake, probably down in her wing right now still working, still building whatever case was going to bury the last of the old court. Her momentum was making it impossible for me to settle into anything. My wolf kept thrashing because he couldn't protect her, couldn't touch her, cou

Kaelen's POVI nearly tore the doors off their hinges getting down to the lower terrace, Idris sprinting behind me, broadsword already out.The alarm trumpets were still going, screaming that an unannounced Bloodfang envoy had breached the outer gates. My blood was up, wolf thrashing, boots pounding gravel hard enough to leave dents. I fully expected to walk into a bloodbath. Lower guards fighting for their lives against border muscle twice their size, that kind of thing.I rounded the pillar with my aura already flared out, ready to crush whatever was waiting in that clearing.Stopped dead.No brawl. No siege. Nothing even close.Garret — the Bloodfang Beta known across three territories for butchering border patrols with his bare hands — was flat on his back in the dirt, clutching a shattered jaw, groaning while his six enforcers stood frozen in a loose, terrified circle.Standing over him: Elara.Completely unbothered by the giant groaning at her boots, wiping a smear of blood off