Alle Kapitel von Rebirth and Revenge:Lycan King’s Feisty Luna: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 60

[Eileen’s POV]I watched the hands go up one at a time, and somehow that was worse than if they’d all shot up together in one ugly wave. Slow , considered. Men and women I’d sat across from at dinners, danced with at the wedding, exchanged small kindnesses with over nine months, each one taking their own careful moment to decide I wasn’t worth the risk of standing against.Lord Byren, third row, who’d once thanked me personally for settling a grazing dispute that would have cost his family half their winter stores. His hand went up without hesitation, eyes fixed somewhere over my shoulder instead of on my face.Lady Corwin, who’d cried actual tears at my wedding, who’d told me once that I made this court feel less cold than it had in years. Her hand took longer. It went up anyway.Even the young steward who’d once run an entire errand across the city for me in the rain, just to make sure a letter reached Wren’s mother before she passed, wouldn’t look up from the floor when his turn ca

[Eileen’s POV]His hand closed around my wrist, and the entire hall went quiet.. I felt the heat coming off his skin before I understood what was happening, my body reacted before my mind could catch up, pulse jumping hard enough that he had to feel it under his fingers.“Alaric.” My voice came out barely above a whisper. “What are you doing.”“Finishing what I should have finished months ago.” His eyes had gone full amber, no brown left in them at all, and there was nothing gentle in the way he looked at me, nothing soft. Just certainty, the kind that scared me a little even now. “In front of every single person who doubted you.”“They’re all watching.”“Good.” His free hand came up to my hair, tilting my head to one side, exposing the curve of my neck to the cold air and three hundred witnesses at once. “Let them watch.”I could feel the blood still drying on his knuckles where they rested against my jaw, feel the tremor running under his skin that hadn’t fully settled from the fig

[Alaric’s POV]I looked at her, and suddenly, everything made sense. Every conversation we’d had. Every time she’d gone quiet around Lucian. Every look I’d failed to understand.“Alaric.” Her voice had gone thin, bracing for something. “Say anything.”“The night of the harvest banquet.” My own voice came out rough, low, working through it out loud instead of holding it in my chest where it wanted to stay. “You went white the second Lucian walked in. I thought it was nerves. Politics. I told myself it was politics for months.”“It was never politics.”“I know that now.” I brought her hands up, pressed my mouth against her knuckles, needing the contact more than I needed anything else in that moment. “The way you flinch when he stands too close. The way your voice changes, goes flat and careful, every single time his name comes up in council. I noticed all of it and talked myself out of asking why, because asking felt like inviting a problem I didn’t have room for.”“You believe me.”“I

[Eileen’s POV] “Alaric broke the seal himself, his fingers slightly unsteady. I read over his shoulder, my stomach tightening.”Brother, it began.“He stiffened beside me.” “Selena doesn’t have a brother in this territory.”“Keep reading.”He did. Line after line, his chest barely moving as he took in the words.“She’s telling him everything.” The color had bled completely from his face.“Council sessions. Private ones. Things only a handful of us knew.”“What things?”“Troop movements. Trade routes. My own doubts about you, written out plain for him to use.” He swallowed hard, his fingers digging into the edge of the table. “I said half of this out loud to her once, thinking I was talking to a friend.”“Finish it.”He did. By the bottom, his hand had curled the parchment half shut without him noticing.“She’s his sister.” His voice went flat, disbelieving even with the proof in his hand. “Lucian’s sister. Sitting at my table for years, and she’s his blood.”“That’s not possible.”

[Elena’s POV]Smoke still hung in the east wing when I found Alaric in the war room, the smell of smoke had followed me inside, and my hands wouldn’t stop shaking.He looked up. His eyes were red-rimmed, his face tight with exhaustion and anger.”“Elena.”“I heard about the fire.” My voice came out thinner than I wanted. “I heard she got away.”“She did.”“Did anyone get hurt.”“Not badly. Not for lack of trying.”I had nothing to say to that, so I didn’t try. I’d known Selena nine years and hadn’t known the first true thing about her. That kept catching in my throat worse than the smoke had.“I had nothing to do with any of it.” I said it too fast, too eager, and hated myself for how it sounded even as it left my mouth. “The letter. Lucian. Any of it.”“Nobody’s accused you of anything yet.”Yet. That single word made my stomach tighten.“I want to help.” I forced myself to hold his stare. “I know things. Court things. Things that might m guy atter now.”“Then talk.”“First tell me n