Semua Bab Rejected And Reborn: Bab 181 - Bab 190

Chapter 181— Her Return There are many ways The moon was silver and hard that night, its light spilling over the lands I once knew as home. My pack. My heart. My ruin. I stood at the borderline for a long, long time. This was the same borderline that I used to cross in search of Axel. The rate at which my heart beat was like a war drum in my body, every beat resonating with memories of his suffering, of his cries, of how his eyes looked when I left him – wild, desperate, drowning in guilt that he did not deserve. The forest was whispering around me, as if even the trees remembered my smell. The air itself shook as I moved ahead. Our aura—that was our aura—swelled with life, with light, and with something very, very old. I hadn’t meant for it to awaken, but it burned in me, like fire flowing in my veins, as if the universe itself knew that I was back for what was taken. The guards on the border were paralyzed when I appeared. One of them dropped his spear in surprise, while another

Chapter 183—The Alpha’s Return Axel's POV The growl ripped from my throat before I even realized it. It wasn't a sound-it was a storm. A raw, guttural, feral sound that shook the trees and sent the birds scattering into the night. The forest shuddered beneath my paws, roots cracking, branches bending as I ran. Every muscle in my body screamed, every wound burned, but nothing could stop me now. Her heartbeat. I could hear it, feel it. She was alive. Each step shook the ground. The smell of home, of pack, of betrayal and blood, perfumed my nostrils, but above it all—there it was. Her smell. Wild and soft and familiar. Like rain after a millennium of drought. I growled again, harder, the sound booming through the valley like thunder announcing the wrath of a god. The silver that had seared into my skin shone dimly beneath my fur, burning with pain, but it didn’t matter. The hurt meant I was alive, that I could get to her. The pack would hear me long before they saw me. And they woul

Chapter 185 : The Night of Reckoning (His POV) The air was thick with tension-a silence alive, vibrating under the surface, waiting to explode. One moment, there was disbelief and fear in the crowd… the next, the first growl shattered the stillness like glass. The rival Beta's voice thundered, raw and venomous. “Seize them both! The Alpha has lost his mind — he brings corruption upon this pack!” And just like that, the world fell apart. Wolves sprang forward, teeth glinting in the pale light. The courtyard that had once been a place of ceremony became a battlefield drenched in chaos. The air was filled with snarls, snapping bones, and the metallic scent of blood. I could feel the pull of the mate bond in my veins, it burned and it thrummed, screaming her name. Nora stood amidst it all, her eyes aglow with untamed power. A crack of lightning tore behind her, splitting the sky as if the heavens themselves had chosen sides. The earth shook. Wind howled through the trees. Some wo

Chapter 187 : Rising Power (Nora’s P.O.V.) The dawn came cold and pale through the trees, casting long silver streaks across the forest floor. I stood at the edge of the clearing, feeling that the last battle was still weighing upon me, my body aching, my wounds slowly fading but the fire in my chest refusing to die. Axel was out there, hunting the Beta who had fled with something precious from our pack, and though I was weak, pregnant, and still recovering, I knew I couldn't stay put. The bond between us pulsed sharply, reminding me that he was alive, needed me, and I was not to be sidelined. I flexed my hands, feeling the hum of raw power running beneath my skin. It was unstable — fierce, untamed, and sometimes frightening. But I had survived the forest, survived the Beta's initial attacks, and survived the battle that had almost broken us. I was stronger now, in ways I didn't fully understand. And if I didn't harness this power, I would never be able to help Axel or protect our c

CHAPTER 189 — Into the Lion’s Den The moment we crested that final ridge, I felt it-an eerie stillness in the air, too controlled, too purposeful to be natural. Axel slowed beside me. His posture shifted. His scent sharpened with alertness. My heart, bruised already from exhaustion and from this pregnancy pulling at my energy, started to pound like a warning drum against my ribs. “We’re close,” Axel murmured, scanning ahead into the tall pines. Close to safety. That's what we were hoping. Yet the wind carried something else-fear… and readiness. Something was wrong. With that, I wrapped my cloak more tightly around myself and laid a protective hand over my stomach. My child replied with a small kick to remind me I was not alone, no matter the chaos. “Axel,” I whispered, “do you smell that? He nodded. “Warriors. Too many. And they aren’t trying to hide.” We exchanged a look. Not good. Not normal. Not welcoming. Still, we moved forward. We had little choice. My powers were