Semua Bab Rejected And Reborn: Bab 201 - Bab 210

Chapter 202 The first thing she noticed, as the edges of their territory finally came into view, was the quiet. Not the comforting hush of a peaceful forest, but tense, unnatural silence born of uncertainty. Birds that should have been singing were still. There was no scent on the wind of wildflowers or damp earth, only the faint, cautious whiff of those who had been waiting. Wolves. Their own pack. Some loyal, some hesitant, and some who clearly bore resentment. She closed her cloak at her throat, feeling the soft swell of her belly, the child inside her a constant reminder of what was at stake. Axel shifted beside her, silent as ever, yet his senses tuned to every sound, every movement. His eyes scanned the tree line, narrowing at the shadows where figures might be observing. She felt him gathering coiled like a taut wire of raw power and restrained fury beneath his skin. And she knew no matter how tense the reunion might prove to be, they were walking into this storm shoulder to s

Chapter 205 I felt the tension building long before the traitors revealed themselves. It was in the way the air grew sharper. In the way footsteps behind me slowed instead of stopping. In the way a silence fell over the courtyard-too tight, too controlled, too deliberate. I knew. The feeling of betrayal I had was no longer a rumor. It stood before me in flesh and blood. And I refused to run from it. I stood in the center of the training grounds, early dawn light brushing pale gold against the cracked earth. The wolves that had remained loyal watched me closely, some with hope, some with fear, some with confusion they couldn't hide fast enough. Then they appeared. A group of six—wolves I had once trusted, fought beside, sent on missions. The one who walked ahead of them was the man I had exposed earlier—the one who feigned loyalty only to funnel information to Auren. His smirk was wide, unapologetic, dripping with arrogance. “So,” he said, stepping forward. “You finally fig

Chapter 206 : The Elders' Meeting Her POV The council chamber felt colder than usual. Maybe it was the stone walls, maybe it was the way the elders sat stiffly around the circular table, or maybe it was the tension hanging so thick in the air that even breathing seemed to be a chore. I stood beside Axel, my fingers loosely entwined with his beneath the table—hidden, but there. A silent promise. A silent warning. They called for us early. Too early. That in itself was enough to tell me that some kind of trouble impended. First to his feet was Elder Garron. His white hair glinted under the dim lantern light, eyes harder than iron. “We cannot go on like this,” he declared. “For the sake of the pack, Liora needs to step down. Or at the very least”—his eyes sliced to me like a knife—“she needs to be watched.” I didn’t flinch. I refused to. Axel, however shifted. His jaw clenched tight. His wolf surged close, rubbing against the inside of his skin with enough violence that the chair

Chapter 208 HER POV — The Slow Rise of Respect The next morning felt different. Not lighter. Not peaceful. But different. It was as if the pack had shifted its weight-still unsteady, still conflicted, but no longer tilting entirely against me. News travels fast amongst wolves. By the time the sun rose, it was common knowledge that three of the elders had come to me in private… and apologized. And apologies from elders were rare. Almost legendary. So when I stepped outside that morning, the air felt full of eyes—not sharp, suspicious ones, but uncertain ones: curious ones. Watching me. Waiting. Testing the change of winds. Axel-silent, powerful, endlessly observant-walked beside me, but today there was something new in his posture. Not just protectiveness. Pride. As if he knew I had crossed a threshold even he couldn't drag me through—I had stepped over it myself. Wolves Bringing Offerings It started with one wolf. A young warrior named Lysa—she was one of those who

Chapter 210 — Foundations of Peace —Nora Pov Axel stood beside me, as always, tall, strong, and calm, but there was something new in his posture—relaxed, almost playful, a contrast to the ever-watchful leader I knew. His eyes found mine, and for a moment, everything else faded. The pack, the responsibilities, the lingering whispers of uncertainty—they all melted away, leaving only us and the life we had fought so fiercely to protect. I rested a hand gently on my growing belly, feeling the baby stir as if echoing the rhythm of the pack around us. Each tiny movement reminded me of the life we had created, a symbol of hope and continuity after the storms we had endured. A sense of responsibility, yes—but also profound joy. “Ready to train?” Axel asked, his voice low, teasing, though his gaze held that quiet intensity I had come to depend on. I laughed softly, shaking my head. “Not today,” I said, smiling. “Today, I think we need to focus on… us. On this family we’ve built. The pack c