All Chapters of Rejected And Reborn: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Chapter 211Pain tore through her body like wildfire, relentless and consuming. Each contraction felt sharper, closer together, and impossible to ignore. Nora gritted her teeth, clutching the edge of the bed with trembling hands, nails digging into the soft fabric beneath her. Her breathing came in ragged gasps, each inhale shallow, each exhale a cry that echoed in the small, dimly lit cabin. She could feel the baby moving inside her, tiny fists and feet pushing against her from within, as if determined to announce its arrival before she was ready.“Breathe, Nora,” Axel’s voice broke through the haze, low, firm, yet gentle. He was kneeling beside her, one large hand resting on her shoulder, the other hovering protectively near her belly. His eyes, dark and fierce, never left her face. His wolf instincts were coiled tight beneath the surface, but his love for her—the deep, unyielding bond—kept him tethered to reason.“I… I can’t,” she gasped, tears slipping down her cheeks. Pain racked

Chapter 213The morning sun had barely risen when the elders called us to the sacred clearing, a place where generations of our pack had honored the bond between wolf and mate, Luna and Alpha. But today, it wasn’t just about tradition—it was about protection. The baby, our son, our miracle, needed a shield. His powers had already begun to stir, and the elders whispered with both reverence and fear.I carried him carefully, his tiny body warm against my chest, and felt the first flutter of his aura against mine. It was subtle at first, a soft shimmer, like sunlight bouncing off water. Yet I knew it was only the beginning. Axel walked beside me, his presence a wall of calm determination, though I could see the tension etched into his jaw. He had never looked more protective, more fierce, and more completely himself.The elders formed a circle in the clearing, their eyes closed, murmuring incantations that twisted the air into tangible energy. The ground beneath our feet seemed to hum in

Chapter 215 The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, painting the room in golden hues. The chaos of the world outside—the pack politics, the rivalries, the constant vigilance—felt miles away. For once, there was only the warmth of the room, the gentle rhythm of the baby’s breathing, and the steady presence of him beside me.I sat on the soft rug near the hearth, the baby cradled gently in my arms. He stirred, small fingers curling instinctively around my thumb, and I marveled at the delicate rise and fall of his chest. Even as fragile as he seemed, I could sense the energy within him—subtle, pulsing, like a soft heartbeat echoing beyond the physical, whispering of untapped potential and the bond that connected us all.He—Axel—sat close by, legs crossed on the floor, eyes never leaving us. His gaze was intense, protective, yet softened by the rare calm that had settled over us. I could feel the tension in his muscles, the unspoken promise that nothing—no threat, no enem

Chapter 217 HER POV — “After Everything, We Won” I never understood what true calm felt like until this moment—until the world finally stopped spinning, until the danger stopped breathing down our necks, until every shadow that used to frighten me was replaced with soft afternoon light pouring into our home.Our home.Even thinking those words makes my chest warm.The packhouse is quiet today—unusually, beautifully quiet. No warriors rushing about. No elders calling for decisions. No tension humming in the floors. Just the gentle sound of the wind brushing against the wooden walls, the rustle of leaves outside, and the soft breathing of my baby boy, asleep in my arms.I glance down at him, still amazed that this tiny, warm miracle belongs to me. His eyelashes flutter as he sleeps, his small fist curled against my chest. Every once in a while, he lets out a little sigh that feels like it melts something deep inside me.We survived.He survived.We made it.And after everything—the th

Chapter 219 A Private Celebration With AxelThe celebration had ended hours ago, but the warmth of it still clung to my skin like a second heartbeat. The pack had finally gone to their homes, the torches dimmed, the laughter fading into the night until all that remained was the soft rustle of the wind across the clearing.Our clearing.Our home.Our victory.I held our sleeping baby against my chest, his tiny breaths brushing over my collarbone, warm and steady. The moon above us was full—silver, soft, almost gentle—and for the first time in months, I felt like I could breathe without fear.He stood a little distance away, watching me.He always watched me now… not like before, not with doubt or pain or guilt, but with something deeper—something that wrapped around me the way his arms used to: devotion.When he finally spoke, his voice was low, steady, familiar.“Come with me.”Just that.Three quiet words.No command.No Alpha tone.Just the man who had survived hell with me.I nodd