All Chapters of Rejected And Reborn: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Chapter 221 — Auren’s TrialThe morning mist clung to the forest floor like a silken veil as Auren stood atop the ridge overlooking the valley. Two decades had passed since the chaos that had nearly torn his family apart, and the boy who had once trembled in his mother’s arms had grown into a man whose very presence demanded attention. His shoulders were broad, his muscles honed from years of training under Axel’s relentless guidance, yet it was the quiet strength in his eyes that drew respect from all who followed him. Every movement was precise, controlled, yet fluid — a wolf at the peak of human and supernatural harmony.Behind him, Axel and Nora observed with measured pride. Neither spoke, but the weight of their presence was unmistakable. The bond they had forged and nurtured all these years throbbed subtly in Auren’s chest, a rhythmic reminder of love, guidance, and responsibility. It was a pulse, steady and unyielding, linking father, mother, and son in ways that words could ne

Chapter 224 – Auren’s TrialThe forest was alive with whispers, a tension threading through the air that made every leaf and branch seem poised for battle. Auren crouched atop the ridge overlooking the valley where his pack’s training grounds met the wild expanse of untamed forest. The wind carried scents that most would overlook—the musky trace of enemy wolves, the faint residue of shadow magic, and the earthy heartbeat of the land itself.He inhaled deeply, centering himself. This was no ordinary patrol or test. The shadow he had faced earlier was only the beginning, a harbinger of a greater danger. His pulse thrummed in harmony with the land, a rhythm he had learned from countless hours training with his mother, Nora, and his father, Axel. From them, he had inherited more than strength—he had inherited intuition, patience, and the quiet but unshakable certainty that leadership was not claimed by force alone.His amber eyes, glowing faintly in the dim morning light, scanned the tree

Chapter 226Auren stood atop the hill overlooking the gathering of pack leaders, the early morning mist curling around their feet like silent observers. The sun had just begun to cast its first golden rays across the valley, but the warmth it promised was lost amid the tension thickening the air. Every pack from the surrounding territories had sent representatives—wolves whose eyes were sharp, calculating, and skeptical. Some had traveled for days, others only to witness the rise of the young Alpha-in-training. All of them questioned him. All of them doubted.He adjusted the cloak draped over his shoulders, feeling the weight not just of the fabric, but of his heritage, his parents’ sacrifices, and the legacy they had entrusted to him. He drew a slow breath, feeling the bond with his parents thrumming in his chest. Axel’s strength, Nora’s intuition and power—they flowed through him in quiet pulses, steady and grounding. He could feel them at the edges of his awareness, watching, guidi

Chapter 228The morning sun barely kissed the horizon when Auren stood at the edge of the cliff overlooking the valley that his pack now called home. The wind tugged at his hair, but it did not unsettle him; instead, it carried with it the weight of expectation, of legacy, and the silent judgment of those who still doubted him. Twenty years had passed since his birth, and every day since had been a lesson in survival, strategy, and strength. He had inherited his mother’s piercing aura and his father’s unyielding fortitude—gifts that, when combined, made him extraordinary, but also marked him as a target.His pack members had gathered at the base of the cliff, some kneeling instinctively, some standing rigid with caution. He could feel their whispers even without turning—questions about his age, his experience, their loyalty wavering. The political unrest had been simmering for weeks; Auren had sensed it through subtle cues, the slight hesitation in commands, the secret glances exchang

Chapter 230Auren stood atop the high cliff overlooking the valley, the first light of dawn casting gold across the forest. His chest swelled with pride—not the kind of arrogance that comes from power, but the quiet, steady pride of one who knows the weight of responsibility. Every muscle in his body was honed from years of training, his senses sharp as a wolf’s, his mind steady like his father’s. And yet, the bond to his parents—the lessons, the love, and the legacy of his father’s strength and his mother’s untamed power—flowed through him like a river, shaping him, tempering him, guiding him.The pack waited below, their murmurs rising on the wind. Auren could feel them all—the loyal ones, the hesitant ones, the whispers of doubt, and the curiosity of those who had watched him grow from the boy who had once been cradled in his mother’s arms to this young man standing ready to claim his place. Each heartbeat was a reminder: he carried not only the power of his lineage but the expecta