Alpha's Reborn: A Luna's Revenge

Chapter Four

Alpha Reborn: A Luna's Revenge

Ezra/Adam's POV

The night was quiet except for the crackle of the campfire and the distant sounds of the forest. I sat on a rough wooden bench, staring at the bowl of soup that had been placed in front of me. Around me, the rogues ate and laughed as if their lives weren't a chaotic mess.

I couldn't eat. My appetite had vanished. How could they sit here so casually, like nothing was wrong?

"Hey," a soft voice interrupted my thoughts.

I looked up to see a young lady standing before me. Her hair was tied back, and her expression was a mix of curiosity and nervousness.

"Are you going to eat that?" she asked, pointing at my untouched bowl.

I pushed it toward her without a word and stood up, walking away from the camp. I needed space.

Footsteps followed behind me, but I pretended not to notice. I walked deeper into the woods, the sounds of the rogue camp fading behind me. When I finally stopped and turned around, she was there, standing a few feet away.

"Do you mind?" I asked, frustration lacing my voice.

She didn't back away. Instead, she stepped closer, her gaze steady. "I'm sorry if the pack offended you," she said softly. "We didn't mean to."

I shook my head, turning away from her to stare at the dark sky. "It's not about being offended," I said after a moment. "I don't belong here. I don't understand why I'm here at all. How can I be a rogue? I have a pack. I have a life outside of this place."

She moved closer, her hand brushing mine. Startled, I turned to look at her. Her expression softened as she sat beside me on a fallen log.

"You're not alone in feeling like you don't belong," she said. "None of us wanted to end up here. I was the Beta's daughter in the Claws Pack. My father was accused of betrayal and executed. They exiled me, sent me out to fend for myself. I thought rogues were evil killers, but then I found this group. They're different—kind, in their own way. They've shown me that not all rogues are monsters. Sometimes, we're just… survivors."

Her voice broke slightly, and I could feel the sadness radiating from her. I didn't know what to say. My life had been ripped apart too, but could I share that with her?

"Do you remember how you ended up at the river?" she asked, breaking the silence. "You should be grateful Marai found you. She's a skilled healer. Without her, you wouldn't be here now."

I hesitated. Should I tell her the truth? That I was Alpha Ezra of the Bloodfang Pack? The one who had always viewed rogues as dangerous threats? No. They wouldn't believe me.

"I don't remember," I lied, the words heavy on my tongue.

She nodded, offering me a faint smile. "It's okay. Your memory will come back in time."

We sat in silence for a while, watching the stars. She was the first person here who didn't look at me like I was a stranger. It was almost comforting.

"Come on," she said eventually, standing and offering me her hand. "You should eat. Trust me, you'll feel better after that soup."

I let out a quiet chuckle at her persistence and took her hand, standing up. Together, we walked back to the camp.

When we returned, Marai handed me the same bowl of soup. I murmured my thanks, realizing just how hungry I was as I finished it quickly. Around me, the rogues began to settle in for the night.

As I sat there, my thoughts drifted to Nora. I hadn't felt my wolf since I woke up, and it was like a piece of me was missing. My strength, my connection to my pack—it was all gone. What had happened? Why wasn't Nora here with me?

Eventually, I returned to the hut Marai had set up for me. She and Jack had prepared a small sleeping space, a pile of blankets in the corner.

"Thank you," I said quietly, lying down and turning away from them.

"You know," Marai said gently, "if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here."

I didn't respond. Talking wouldn't solve anything. I needed answers, not comfort.

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The next morning, I woke to the sound of shouting and the clatter of hurried footsteps. I sat up, my senses instantly alert. Marai was rushing around the hut, gathering a small bag of supplies.

"What's going on?" I asked, my voice sharp.

Her face was pale with fear. "The Bloodfang Alpha is coming. We need to leave—now."

Bloodfang? My pack? My heart pounded in my chest.

She grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the door. I stumbled after her, confused and unsteady. Outside, the camp was in chaos. Rogues scattered in all directions, but we didn't get far before we were surrounded.

Guards emerged from the trees, their swords drawn. The metal gleamed in the morning light, a reminder of how close danger was.

I tensed, instinctively ready to fight, but my body didn't respond the way it should have. My strength was still gone.

Then I heard the sound of hooves. A rider approached, and my stomach dropped as I recognized the figure on horseback.

"Keal," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

My brother dismounted, his face twisted in a cruel smirk as he strode toward us. The guards stepped aside, allowing him to stand before me.

"Well, well," he said, his voice dripping with mockery. "What do we have here? Rogues, of course. How pathetic. You know, it's a shame my late brother didn't get rid of you all when he had the chance."

His words hit me like a punch to the gut. Late brother. What was he talking about? I was standing right here.

I tried to speak, but the words caught in my throat. My body felt frozen.

Keal's grin widened as he turned to address the guards. "I've been thinking," he said. "I'm short on slaves, and these rogues seem like the perfect candidates. Take them."

The rogues cried out in protest, but the guards moved in quickly, grabbing anyone who resisted. I stood there, frozen, my mind racing.

What did he mean by late Alpha? Did Keal believe I was dead? Or…

My chest tightened as realization dawned. If Keal thought I was dead, then he must have taken my place. He was the Alpha now.

But I was still here. I wasn't dead.