All Chapters of Rejected And Reborn: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 110 – The Man Who Forgot Me Nora’s POV, The sound of footsteps made me jump. I had been sitting outside the healer’s small hut all night, praying, waiting, begging in my heart for one thing — that Axel would open his eyes. When the old woman finally came out, her face calm but serious, my heart stopped. I stood up quickly. “How is he? Please… tell me he’s fine.” She looked at me for a long time before speaking. “He’s awake,” she said softly, and for a moment, I almost fell to my knees in relief. But then her voice changed. “He’s fine now… but, child, I’m not sure if he remembers anything.” Her words hit me like cold water. “What?” I whispered, my lips trembling. “What do you mean?” She sighed, placing a wrinkled hand on my shoulder. “His body is healed, but his mind… it may take time. He doesn’t seem to know who he is or where he is.” I blinked, my throat tightening. “He doesn’t… remember?” The old woman nodded sadly. “You can go in now. But be gentle.

Chapter 112 — Lost and SearchingHer POVThe morning was quiet, almost too quiet. The birds chirped softly, but I barely noticed. My mind was filled with Axel — his face, his warmth, the way he smiled at me. I had hoped he would wake up feeling better, maybe even smile at me. But when I opened the door of the small hut where the old woman had been treating him, my heart stopped.He was gone.I froze, my legs weak, my hands trembling. I ran through the room, my voice breaking as I called his name. “Axel! Axel, where are you?”The old woman appeared behind me, her eyes wide. “He’s… he’s not here,” she said slowly. “I don’t see him anywhere.”My chest tightened. “What do you mean he’s not here? We brought him here to heal him! He can’t just… disappear!”She shook her head, her long fingers twisting nervously. “Nora… maybe… maybe his family came for him. When I stepped out for herbs just now, I sensed someone taking him away.”My heart dropped like a stone. “No. That’s impossible. His fam

Chapter 115: They said HomeAxel’s POVThe ride back home was quiet, and my head still felt heavy. I didn’t know what to think anymore. That girl, Nora. The name kept ringing in my head, but I didn’t know why. Who was she? Why did her voice make my chest tighten? Every time I tried to think, my head ached like someone was stabbing me inside.When we reached the big house, I looked around in awe. Everything looked so… right. The mansion stood tall, glowing under the moonlight, with guards lined at the gate and servants bowing when we entered. A strange sense of pride filled me. This is where I belong, I thought. This feels like home.A woman, that said she’s my mum , tears in her eyes. She called my name…”Axel, my son!”, and hugged me tightly. I stood stiff for a moment, confused, but then she pulled back and smiled. “You must be tired, my boy. You’ve been through a lot,” she said softly, brushing my hair.My father placed a hand on my shoulder. “You’re safe now. You don’t have to rem

Chapter 116 – The Day My Heart DiedNora’s POVI woke up long before sunrise.The air was cold, and the small space where I had slept still smelled of dust and damp earth. I didn’t sleep much. My heart wouldn’t let me. All night, I thought about him. About Axel. About us.Everyone in the pack was talking about the big announcement today.Some said it was about the future of the pack.Some said it had to do with his mate.And a small part of me — the part that still believed in love — hoped he would remember me.That maybe this announcement was about me.That maybe he would tell everyone, “She’s back. She’s mine.”The thought made me cry and smile at the same time.I sat up and touched my face. It was swollen from crying. My eyes were red, and my lips were dry, but I tried to fix myself.I brushed my hair with my fingers, tied it loosely, and wore the only clean dress I had left — a soft white one that he once said made me look like the moon.My hands trembled as I tried to smooth the

Chapter 119 – The Month of ChainsNora’s POVIt had been a month.A long, cold, endless month since they threw me into this place.The underground prison smelled of rust, sweat, and sorrow. The air was always damp, and the walls dripped with water that never seemed to dry. My body had changed, my hands were rough and wounded, my face had lost its softness, and I was thinner than I had ever been. Sometimes when I caught my reflection in a metal bowl, I barely recognized myself.The days were all the same. Work. Pain. Silence.We woke before sunrise to cut grass, carry stones, or scrub the floor until our fingers bled.But through it all, there was one person who never left my side — Eron.He was quiet, tall, with calm brown eyes and a voice that could make even this place feel lighter. He had been here longer than I had, yet he still smiled sometimes. I never asked why he was in prison; he never asked about my past. We just… understood each other’s silence.That morning, I was sitting