All Chapters of Rejected And Reborn: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Chapter One hundred and sixty two — A New Dawn (Nora’s POV) The door creaked open just as the last ray of evening light faded from the windows. I heard his footsteps before I saw him steady, powerful, yet faintly dragging with exhaustion. Axel had just returned from a long council meeting, and I could tell from the weight of his scent and the faint slump of his shoulders that it hadn’t gone well. For weeks now, he had been fighting battles political ones, invisible ones for me, for us, for the pack we were trying to rebuild. Every time he stepped into those meetings with the elders, I worried what new poison they would spill, what new trap they would lay at his feet. He didn’t notice me at first. He just leaned against the doorframe, closing his eyes for a moment like a man who’d carried the world all day and was finally allowed to set it down. His hair was slightly tousled, his shirt unbuttoned at the collar, the edge of tension still clinging to him. “Rough day?” I asked softly.

Chapter 164 : The Breaking Dawn Nora’s POV Morning had come far too soon. It was supposed to be a new beginning for us, a glimpse of gladness after the storm, but the air hung heavy, thick with foreboding. I woke up to the sound of movement somewhere outside-distant, rhythmic thud of boots, warriors preparing for battle. A whiff of steel and smoke still clung to the wind. And my heart plummeted. Axel stood at the window, his broad shoulders tense beneath his dark shirt, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the first light of dawn kissed the treetops. He looked powerful, commanding, but I could see behind his strength — the weight of leadership upon his soul. As he turned to face me, his eyes softened. “They’re getting ready,” he said quietly. “By tomorrow, war could be upon us.” Swallowing hard, I gasped out, "So soon? He nodded, coming toward me. “They move faster than we thought. The Beta confirmed that scouts from the Bloodfang pack are already closing in. We don’t have much ti

Chapter 166 : When the Moon Trembles Axicals POV The world was on fire. The air was thick with smoke, black as oil, until it choked every breath, until it was as though I breathed ash and blood. I felt growls and snarls in the battlefield, with the sharp ring of swords, then the cries of the fallen. The ground I stood on was slick with blood, as though it rained from above, as though all of it lay fresh upon it. And I was in the middle of it. Claws were extended, half-emerged, muscles quivering from holding back. My wolf struggled to assume complete control, but I couldn’t let it happen—not yet. Not when my troops needed strategy as much as strength. With every swing of my sword, I cut down another foe, with every growl from my throat a reminder and a command. They were from the East, warriors of the Blood Fang Pack, hardened and uncompromising. I couldn't say who it was that antagonized them, but this I knew—they wanted blood. They wanted my pack to be broken. A stinging, fiery

Chapter 168 – Torn Between Love and Fear Nora’s POV I couldn’t stop crying. I felt as though my chest was being squashed, my lungs being starved of air. All the other noises around me – the banging of steel, the cries, the growls – were just a murmur in the background, a mere accompaniment to the tempest that raged in my brain. But then I heard it – his voice, slicing through all other noise like a knife. “bring him back. Not her. Bring him back!” I froze. My heart stopped. I shook all over. “No! I— I won’t leave him!” I screamed, my voice hoarse with emotion. I wanted to run to him, fling myself into his arms, but I couldn’t. My legs were like lead, heavy and reluctant to move. I couldn’t breathe, let alone move. His eyes locked with mine, even from afar. That burning, that indomitable strength, but this time tempered with other feelings: concern, pain, love, and fear all jumbled up. He did not want anyone laying a finger on me. He did not want me to be taken from him, even for

Chapter One hundred and seventieth Nora's Transformation Her POV I slowly opened my eyes, and it was as if I lived in a haze of stinging and silence. I was riddled with weakness, and my skin felt slick with sweat against the chilled fabric of my bedclothes. I sensed the subtle aroma of pine and firewood in my vicinity; it was a memory of the safe house. I recalled being dragged there by the warriors as I screamed for Axel, followed by his cry before all went black. Now, all I could hear was the crackling of the fire and the hollow beat of my own heart. Slowly, I pushed myself up. Every move I made was torture. I ached in my ribs, my head reeled, and my throat was parched from all my sobbing. There was a mirror in the corner of the room. Small, old, with cracks around the frame. I dragged myself to it and looked, but what I saw constricted my lungs. The face that starred back was not mine. "She looked broken." Skin was pale, lips were dry, but eyes were reddened, with sunken p