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 soft

Chapter 164 : The Breaking DawnNora’s POVThe morning came too quickly. It was supposed to be a new beginning for us — a moment of joy after the storm — but instead, the air felt heavy, thick with dread. I woke to the sound of distant movement outside, the rhythmic thud of boots, warriors preparing for battle. The scent of steel and smoke clung faintly to the wind. My heart sank.Axel stood by the window, his broad shoulders tense beneath his dark shirt, his gaze locked on the horizon where the first light of dawn kissed the treetops. He looked powerful, commanding, but I could see the exhaustion behind his strength — the weight of leadership pressing against his soul.When he turned to face me, his eyes softened. “They’re getting ready,” he said quietly. “By tomorrow, war could be upon us.”I swallowed hard. “So soon?”He nodded, walking toward me. “They move faster than we thought. The Beta confirmed scouts from the Bloodfang pack are already approaching. We don’t have much time.”

Chapter 166 : When the Moon TremblesAxel’s POVThe world was on fire.Smoke clawed at the sky, thick and black, choking the air until every breath tasted like blood and ash. Growls and snarls filled the battlefield, mixing with the metallic clang of blades and the dying screams of warriors. The ground beneath my boots was soaked crimson, slick with mud and the fallen. The scent of burning wood and fur was everywhere — chaos, destruction, war.And I was in the middle of it.My claws were out, half-shifted, muscles trembling under the strain of keeping control. My wolf fought to take full command, but I couldn’t let it — not yet. Not when my men needed strategy as much as strength. Every swing of my blade tore through another enemy, every growl from my throat was both warning and command.They came from the East — warriors from the Blood Fang Pack, ruthless and relentless. I didn’t know who had provoked them, but I knew one thing: they wanted blood. They wanted my pack broken.My arm b

Chapter 168 : Torn Between Love and FearNora’s POVI couldn’t stop crying. My chest felt like it was being crushed, my lungs refusing to take in enough air. Every sound around me — the clash of metal, the shouts, the growls — was just background noise compared to the storm raging inside me. And then I heard it: his voice, cutting through the chaos like a blade.“Bring him back. Not her. Bring him back!”I froze. My heart stopped. My entire body shook.“No! I— I won’t leave him!” I screamed, my voice raw and breaking. I wanted to run toward him, to throw myself into his arms, but my legs felt like lead. I could barely breathe, let alone move.Axel’s eyes met mine, even from a distance. There was that familiar fire — that unyielding strength — but this time it was mixed with something else: worry, anguish, love, and fear all tangled together. He didn’t want anyone touching me. He didn’t want me to be dragged away from him, even for my own safety.“Wait,” he said firmly, his voice echoi

Chapter One hundred and seventy : Nora’s TransformationHer POVWhen I finally woke, the world felt like a blur of pain and silence. My body throbbed with weakness, my skin clammy against the cool sheets. The faint scent of pine and burning wood lingered in the air — the safe house. I remembered how the warriors dragged me here while I screamed Axel’s name, how his howl had been the last sound before everything went black.Now, the only sound was the crackling fire and the hollow rhythm of my own heartbeat.Slowly, I pushed myself up. Every movement was agony. My ribs ached, my head spun, and my throat burned from crying. There was a mirror across the room — small, old, its edges cracked. I forced myself to look into it, but what I saw made my chest tighten.The woman staring back at me wasn’t me.She looked broken.Her skin was pale, her lips dry, and her eyes red-rimmed and hollow. Strands of tangled hair fell over her face, and faint bruises marked her neck and arms. She looked lik