THE ALPHA REINCARNATED LUNA

15|Death warrant.

What do you think you’re doing?” Ace’s voice was ice cold, his eyebrow arched as he took in the scene before him. His so-called mate was in the arms of another man—another man, one he swore he’d seen before but couldn't remember.

Ace’s cold, empty eyes locked onto Killian, his gaze sharp enough to cut through steel. It was a look that made Killian feel a chill race down his spine. Without thinking, his grip on Dorothy loosened, and he instinctively stepped back, his muscles stiffening with the silent, deadly tension that filled the air.

This killing intent—Killian had never felt anything like it before. And he’d been in his fair share of trouble. Killian was the kind of person who, no matter how chilled he tried to be, ended up in all sorts of messes, most of them caused by his own damnable good looks.

Women flocked to him, unable to resist his charm, and their husbands? Well, they weren’t exactly thrilled about it, especially the Alphas who picked fights with him on the regular.

But this? This was different.

He’d met powerful Alphas before, ones who had stared at him with that same, possessive gleam in their eyes. But Ace—Ace was on another level entirely. His gaze made Killian freeze in place, as if he were an ant under the unyielding stare of a giant.

Ace wasn’t called the Alpha King for nothing.

“Greetings to the Alpha King,” Killian finally found his voice, quickly bowing in respect. His usual smug expression was gone, replaced by a blank mask as he recognized the gravity of the situation.

Meanwhile, Dorothy looked like she'd just seen the most terrifying thing in her life. She shrunk back instinctively, and before she even realized what she was doing, her legs carried her behind Killian, her body hiding in his shadow out of sheer fear.

Maybe—just maybe—sticking with Killian wasn’t such a terrible idea after all. Sure, she’d been angry at him, but at least he didn’t want to kill her. Plus, she didn’t mean half the things she’d said earlier. Whenever she was angry, her mouth would run without a filter. She nods to herself and pops her head a little to look ahead of Killian’s shoulder

She should just stay put, let Killian handle this, and listen quietly. Yeah, that sounded like a solid plan.

“I asked you a question,” Ace repeated, his tone carrying a slight hint of anger, though his eyes remained as cold and indifferent as ever. But they were no longer focused solely on Killian. Now, they followed Dorothy’s every movement, and the sight of her cowering behind the other man while hiding from him made his blood boil.

Why was he this angry, this strange feeling that he got when he saw her with another man.

No, it wasn't jealousy.

“My king, I apologize for my disrespect, but I am here to discuss something important with you,” Killian said, standing straight and poised, though Dorothy could easily tell he was terrified.

Oh no, was the man who said he’d save her actually scared right now?

Ace’s eyes narrowed dangerously, and for a moment, the air felt heavy, thick with undeniable tension.

“Do you think we should just run?” Dorothy leaned in, whispering into Killian’s ear. He fought the urge to roll his eyes.

This silly girl.

Run? They wouldn’t even make it two steps before their heads were rolling on the ground. She really didn’t seem to grasp who her mate was.

Ace’s lips tilted into a cold, faintly amused smile as he caught her whispered suggestion. Surprisingly, he found it... entertaining.

“What might you want to discuss,” Ace said, his deep voice laced with ice, “that brought you all the way to my pack? Don’t you know that outsiders are not allowed here, Killian?”

Recognition flickered in Ace’s sharp gaze. Now he remembered this man—the charming troublemaker who used to chase after Eleanor when she was alive, because he was enchanted by her beauty.

His eyes flicked to Dorothy, narrowing slightly.

So, he’s here for the girl too? Always trying to covet what belonged to Ace.

Ace hadn’t realized the simmering emotion clawing at him was jealousy—not until Damien, his wolf, chuckled in his mind and pointed it out.

"Belong to you? Weren’t you about to reject her not too long ago?” Damien teased, his tone laced with amusement.

Ace’s jaw clenched, but he ignored the remark, his cold, piercing gaze shifting to Killian.

Killian, on the other hand, was trying to steady his breath, the weight of Ace’s presence pressing down on him like a physical force.

“My apologies, my king, but—” Killian hesitated, his voice faltering slightly before he inhaled deeply, bracing himself for what he was about to say.

“I am here to request your permission to take Dorothy with me.”

The words hung in the air, and Dorothy froze, her eyes darting nervously between the two men.

Ace’s expression didn’t change, but the air around him grew even colder and for a split second, Killian wondered if he’d just signed his own death warrant.