All Chapters of Rebirth and Revenge:Lycan King’s Feisty Luna: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Eileen’s pov “She’s awake! Someone get Madam Ferra—she’s finally awake!” The voice cut through the room like a struck bell. A woman I had never seen in my life was gripping my shoulders, close enough that I could feel her breath against my skin. Behind her, two others were already in motion, snatching up brushes, pins, ribbons moving with the frantic precision of people who believed the world might end if a strand of hair was out of place. “Where…” My voice cracked, foreign in my own throat. “Where am I?” The woman holding me gave a laugh that didn’t quite become amusement. “You gave us quite the fright, Miss Eileen. Fainted right in the middle of your fitting. Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now. Not today.” Eileen? The name landed wrong. I looked down. Longer fingers. Slimmer wrists. A thin silver ring caught the light on my smallest finger. I lifted my hands slowly, as if they belonged to someone else, and touched my face. Higher cheekbones. A different bone struc

Eileen’s pov "You married exactly who you think you married," I replied, forcing each word out with measured calm despite the frantic pounding of my heart. "Or perhaps marriage has made you paranoid, Supreme Alpha." Alaric held my gaze. One heartbeat. Then another. His silver eyes searched my face with unnerving patience, as though waiting for the mask to crack. For one dreadful moment, I was certain he'd press me further right here, before every Alpha and elder in the kingdom. Instead, the officiant raised his voice. "The bonded pair will now proceed to the reception hall." The spell broke. Nobles surged forward with cheers and applause, swallowing us in a tide of silk, jewels, and congratulations before Alaric could say another word. Only then did I realize I'd been holding my breath. I let it escape in a slow, silent exhale. I had survived. For now. The reception hall somehow managed to feel even more suffocating than the ceremony. Gold shimmered from every wall, every

[Eileen’s POV] “…some part of me is certain I already know you.” His words settled over the room with terrifying finality, I couldn’t breathe. The distance between us had almost disappeared,candlelight danced across the sharp planes of his face, but it was his eyes that held me captive. The silver had all but vanished, swallowed by molten gold that glowed with something far older than reason. I had seen wolves shift color before, in the eyes of guards and courtiers alike, but never like this. Never like something ancient had opened one eye and decided to look directly at me. His wolf. It wasn’t looking at me with suspicion anymore. It was looking at me with recognition. “Alaric…” My voice came out barely above a whisper. He didn’t answer. Instead, another rough growl escaped his throat. It wasn’t threatening. If anything, it sounded painfully restrained, as though every instinct inside him was fighting to break free. His chest rose and fell in uneven breaths. “I need…” He c

[Eileen’s POV] I didn’t sleep again. Somewhere between the note and the footsteps outside my door, sleep had stopped being worth chasing. Wren found me still dressed when she came in with the morning tea, the parchment already gone, tucked deep inside a drawer where no one but me would think to look. “You look terrible,” she said, then winced. “My Luna.” “Rough night.” “Something happen?” “Something like that.” She didn’t push. She never did, not with me, and I was starting to understand that was rare in this palace. “There’s a household audience this morning,” she said instead, setting the tray down. “Petitions, disputes, that sort of thing. Madam Ferra says you’re expected to sit in.” “Since when do Lunas sit in on petitions?” “Since always.” A pause. “The last one just never bothered.” I wondered, briefly, how many things “the last one” simply hadn’t bothered with. The list was starting to feel long enough to fill a book. The household hall was smaller than the banquet h

[Eileen’s POV] For one heartbeat, nobody moved. Not the guards. Not my father. Not me. Then he moved before anyone in the courtyard finished processing what he’d just said. Somewhere behind me a woman screamed, the sound swallowed almost instantly by guards shouting orders at each other, boots scraping stone as half the courtyard scattered and the other half surged forward. One second he stood behind the iron bars with that folded parchment in his hand. The next, the parchment was gone and something long and thin flashed silver in the sunlight, already arcing toward the gap where the gate hadn’t fully latched. I didn’t have time to be afraid. My body moved on its own, twisting sideways, and something still caught me anyway. A line of heat opened across my upper arm, thin as a paper cut. For one strange heartbeat it didn’t even hurt. Then it did. Fire raced up from my wrist to my shoulder, fast enough that my knees buckled before I understood what was happening to my own body. My