All Chapters of Reborn As A Wolf: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Rowan I cross into the balcony with shaky tired steps. I could feel this gripping weakness in my legs, trying to send me to my knees but I pushed myself forward, holding onto the balcony rails, my body bent over. I let out a low growl, my eyes flashing red with anger. I hold onto my chest, feeling breathless from pain, from rejection… from the rage boiling under my skin.Jaylene! Jaylene! Jaylene!I grit my teeth, my throat constricting in pain. I think I’m going to burn alive. What the fuck can I do for you to accept me? For you to love me? For you to understand me and for you to give me your heart?What the fuck do you want?I am doing everything I can… everything I know!Why can’t you accept them?I am one step closer in securing your family company for you. I have your own company under control. I have your family lawyer under my control. I am going to get revenge for you.I am giving you my time, my attention, my love, my heart. Everything I have been giving you for the past

Jaylene The following morning, I did not need Remi to drag me out of bed. I was already standing in front of the mirror, observing my reflection as I struggled for the life of me to knot the long maroon tie around my neck. I could not do it, I could not tie a tie correctly. A mere trying to move my fingers around the satin material causes a flood to my brain.I quickly dump the idea of using a tie and button up the shirt to my neck instead, when Remi knocks and opens the door to the bedroom.“Uhh, you are already ready?” She takes me in with excited eyes.“Hmm,” I acknowledge her with a nod, drawing in a deep breath as I catch my own reflection in the mirror again, trying to feel something, remember anything.But I feel nothing, just a simple observation of how the expensive white shirt fits my body perfectly. Even the black pants are tailored for my size, the shoes made for me as well.It was clear that Rowan knows the sizes of everything I wear. “You look the same,” Remi looks at

Jaylene ##I was staggering forward, my steps uneven, slow and overly deliberate. The polished concrete floor was tilting under my gaze as I walked.The next thing, I was grabbing onto the door handle of my car. In the next second, I was falling on my knees as I threw up, the bile tasting like alcohol and acid in my throat.My stomach flips painfully, causing me to retch up even more. Even my body spasms violently but I force myself inside the car as I drive out, speeding, everything passing in a blur until a truck is crashing into me and then silence, darkness, and then a sharp voice, with a painfully concerned tone calls out to me.“Jaylene, Jaylene, Jaylene, stay with me.” ##A loud thunder grumbled angrily across the sky as I jerk awake, gasping for air as my heart drummed loudly against my ribs. The same dream again, but this time I’m aware that I was drunk on the day of my accident. I was grieving , I was in agony and hopeless.I could not help but wonder what went wrong w

Jaylene“Elias, leave us,” Rowan says in a deep tone, holding my gaze in a tight lock.“Yes, Alpha.”I could not break away from his intense gaze, so I let myself drown in the depth of his dark blue eyes.It is as if the room fades into a blur, leaving only the sharp edges of our own emotions to swirl around us, our heart trying to speak into my head, words the mouth could not say.Rowan’s grip tightens around my wrist, his eyes glazing with a longing that sends goosebumps throughout my body, down to the heel of my feet, softening all the resolves within my body.I hate that being close to him, even a little, is like feeding an antidote to the poisonous vines he has planted inside me. It is hibernating, healing. It feels so good, as if drugged. Just being close to him, being wrapped around his spicy scent, just having his fingers on my skin is a great need.I shouldn’t be greedy but I can’t help myself. I let my nose flare up as I inhale his scent hungrily, long and short sniffs, try

RowanI stepped into the empty room with a cigarette between my lips, my hands resting inside my pockets as I took slow predatory steps toward where Lucas was being tied up in a chair, a black bag covered on his face. I take a seat in front of him, a brown table made with exotic wood intervening between us. Elias immediately removes the bag from Lucas' face and steps aside.I watch with a sick interest how Lucas struggles to free himself from the tight ropes immobilizing his body. He strains his muscles and limbs with a deep muffled scream escaping his gagged mouth, his face turning red from the pressure and movement.He looks around frantically, his gaze moving everywhere at once. He struggles against the chair, causing the legs of the chair to scrape loudly against the floor, his heart rate pulsing at a high speed.He says something through the gag but I don’t care to catch it as I light up the cigarette between my lips, my gaze glued on his face like a ghost appearing to haunt h