Semua Bab Rejected And Reborn: Bab 171 - Bab 180

Chapter 171 : The Shackles of Silver Axelson’s POV Cold. That was the first thing that struck me. A deep, bone-gripping cold that crept into every fiber of my being, worming its way under my skin, taking up residence in my veins. Next came the ache –sharp, throbbing, insistent. My headache throbbed, my parched throat ached, and even taking breaths was akin to taking fire. As I struggled to move, I heard a rattling of metal that echoed through the darkness. My arms literally jerked to a stop, before I even knew I was being chained. Irrons rings wrapped around my wrists, a faint glow where my skin touched silver. I smelled my own burning blood – that acrid, metallic stinging that occurred when silver met wolf flesh. A small groan slid from my body. I willed my eyes open. The cave I found myself in was softly illuminated with only a flickering torch in the corner. Shadows danced up walls of rough stone, and I felt moisture with every step. Water dripped steadily from above, like a co

Chapter 173 : Nora Acts on Her New Power "No, no, no," she I couldn't sleep that night. My body was sore from all the training, but it wasn't just that. My mind wouldn't shut down. I was haunted by memories of Axel’s face—his pale skin, his bruised features, chained in a place I couldn’t even imagine. And yet, I felt this pull between us, this tumultuous energy that pushed me to move. I couldn’t wait. I went out into the night, the forest dense and silent around me. The moonlight flashed on the frozen leaves, tracing patterns of silver on the ground. I breathed in, my lungs expanding with cold air, and shut my eyes. I sensed it – the pulse of the earth, the beat of those around me, the stir of scents on the breeze. I let the power take over for the first time. But it started subtle, a mere whisper in my brain that warned of an approaching patrol before I even heard their footsteps kicking back through the leaves. I moved as silently as a ghost, placing every step with absolute pre

Chapter 175: The Path of the Bond Nora's POV The forest was alive, whispering, watching, and breathing with ancient magic. I could feel it in the air, in the subtle vibration of leafy branches even when there was no breeze. With every step I took, I felt the ground vibrate softly in rhythm with my feet, as if the beat of the earth itself was urging me onward. My own heart rate had long since synchronized with it, strong, resolute, and passionate. I didn’t know where the road was headed, but my soul knew. It was tracing the invisible thread that led me to him, to Axel. Every pulse through this bond was weak, flickering, almost impossible to discern in the darkness, but it was enough. I knew he was there, out of reach but alive. Hurt. Fading. But he was still there. I gripped the cloak that lay around my shoulders tightly and spoke into the night, “I’m coming, my love. No matter what it takes.” The forest did not reply. But I sensed it—there was a vibration, a deep hum, as if

Chapter 177 : The Alpha's Fury HPOV — Axel The pain was constant. It had become a rhythm I couldn't escape, the sting of silver searing into my flesh, the heavy pull of chains that cut so deep in they became a part of me. For days, maybe weeks, I'd lost count, I was stuck in that dark pit, half-alive, half-wild, clinging to one thought only: her. Nora. Her name was all that stood between me and insanity. Every breath, every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. I heard her voice. I felt the faint hum of our bond, still alive deep in my body, faint and flickering, yet there. And then, that night. everything changed. It had started out as a whisper-a pull, harder this time. My wolf stirred restlessly inside me, growling low. Silver made him weak, but the bond-the bond pulsed stronger, like a heartbeat calling across distance and darkness. “Nora,” I whispered, my voice raw, cracked. “Don’t come here… please…” Because I knew her. I knew that if there was even a chance I was alive, she

Chapter 179 : She Looke Pale Axelson’s POV The moon was a pale disk in the sky, a glow that filtrated through the tops of the trees like spilled milk. My body was barely working, my veins still stinging from silver. I could taste blood. Hers. Mine. I couldn't say. The only thing that kept my heart from freezing in my chest was the vibration of our tie, a thread that bound me to her even as I sank into the darkness. I’d been carrying her for miles, half in a haze, half savage, her limp form plastered against my chest. With every breath she struggled, with every pulse a reminder, I clung to her like a drowning man to a driftwood. In that instant, when I collapsed near the border, reality splintered, a kaleidoscope of red and black before my eyes. I recall her releasing my hand. Nothing else. I opened my eyes, and I was enveloped. My warriors stood in a circle around me, spears in their hands, eyes filled with shock and revulsion. The stench of blood and steel filled my nostrils. My