Rejected And Reborn의 모든 챕터: 챕터 151 - 챕터 160

Chapter 152: Hidden Nora’s POV I stood trembling and hid behind the curtain in the hallway, my hands balled up against the thin cloth. Selene was there, in the center of the main room, among colorful textiles and shimmering accessories that she examined with almost obsessive attention. All her actions, all her cruel smiles at the maids, were like a knife to my heart. “Do you really think he’ll always choose you?” she laughed, and I felt shivers run down my spine. “Even after everything he’s lost, everything he’s suffered… he’ll choose me.” These words were like rocks that she threw at me. I could feel my rage rising, but I had to control myself. I knew that every action, every breath I took, had to be a move within my plan. Beside her, Arielle had a perfect role. She nodded, smiled, and looked on with admiration, and I knew that she was complicit, silent but definitively on our side. “Yes,” Arielle said, “she'll always have your eyes and your courage, but you… you’re

Chapter 155 : Chaos Of The Pack Her POV We were alone in the private room-the sort of quiet that felt almost sacred compared to the chaos of the pack outside. The faint glow from the solitary lamp on the dresser cast soft shadows across the walls, and for a moment, it almost felt like we had a world of our own. I stood before the mirror trying not to shake my hands. The attire he had chosen for me-a deep, elegant fabric that hugged my figure just enough-felt strange and heavy, not just in material but in the weight of what we were about to undertake. I couldn't help but think about the pack outside, eyes likely set on every move, every gesture we would make later. My chest tightened. He stepped closer behind me, his presence so strong I could feel it pressing against my back without even touching me. Axel's hands were gentle yet deliberate, correcting folds at my shoulder, smoothing a wrinkle here or tugging a strand of hair into place there. "Perfect," he muttered, almost to himse

Chapter 156: The Bond Her Pov I moved through the crowd silently, every step measured, my heart pounding so hard I thought it might give me away. The heavy cloak draped over me hid most of my face and form, but even in this disguise, I could feel the eyes of the pack brushing past me, unaware of who I truly was. The smell of incense, the sharp tang of sweat, the earthy scent of the forest all mixed together — yet somehow, I could pick out the faint aroma of him, subtle but unmistakable, like a pull at my very soul. The drums began, steady and deep, echoing through the yard. The chants rose, a rhythmic celebration of a union everyone thought inevitable. I clenched my hands under the cloak, trying to calm my nerves. My fingers shook, but I forced myself to take a deep breath. I was here, hidden among them, ready to watch, ready to play my part in the deception we had spent weeks planning. From the corner of my eye, I saw her Selene. She moved with her usual grace, every step calculat

Chapter 158 — Whispers in the Smoke (Nora’s POV) The ceremony was over, but the silence it left behind felt louder than any cheer or scream could have been. The pack ground was littered with flower petals and broken voices fragments of a celebration that never truly happened. The sun had begun to sink, streaking the sky in bruised shades of gold and crimson, and as the light faded, so did the thin layer of calm that had settled over the territory. Axel still held my hand as we walked down from the platform. His grip was firm, protective, but beneath the warmth of his palm, I could feel the tension running through him like a current — sharp, restless, unspoken. Every step we took together echoed like a challenge against centuries of tradition. Wolves parted before us, some lowering their heads in respect, others stepping aside without a word — their silence louder than open defiance. “Luna…” someone murmured as I passed. The voice trembled, almost reverent. A young omega — barely

Chapter One hundred and Sixty — The Heart of the Pack (Nora’s POV) The morning sun crept slowly through the tall windows of the great hall, painting streaks of gold across the cold stone floor. I stood there for a long while, staring at my reflection in the polished metal of the Luna’s crest — the same one Axel had given me the night before. It rested over my heart now, gleaming softly like a quiet promise. It still didn’t feel real that I was standing here not as a shadow behind him, but as his Luna. And yet, deep down, something had changed. His mark on my neck pulsed faintly, steady like a heartbeat. It was as though the Moon itself whispered, You are ready. Today, I had something to prove — not to the elders, not to Selene, but to the pack. To the ones who worked quietly in the background, unseen and unheard. The omegas. When I walked into the courtyard, their heads turned in surprise. Most of them froze mid-task — carrying baskets of food, scrubbing the long steps, tending t