All Chapters of Rejected And Reborn: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter Eight One : Lousy Nora’s Pov The sunlight streamed softly through the curtains, brushing warm light over Axel and me. We were still lying close together, the quiet of the morning wrapping around us like a gentle blanket. My heart was calm, almost peaceful, after the chaos of yesterday. After all the danger, the fight, the rogues… for a moment, it felt like we could just breathe. Axel’s hand rested on mine, his thumb brushing my skin lightly. I wanted to stay like this forever, just feeling his warmth and knowing he was safe. But the peace did not last. A voice cut through the calm, sharp and cold. My blood ran cold as I recognized it immediately. Lucien. His voice was furious, angry, demanding. “Who dared touch my water?!” he shouted, and then louder, pounding on the door. “Open this door now! I will not leave until I find the one who betrayed me!” My heart leapt into my throat. I froze. The room seemed to spin around me, and my chest felt tight. All the memories of ye

Chapter Eighty Three — The Door of Threats Nora’s POV The door banged open like a storm. My lungs dropped. I pressed myself against Axel’s chest without thinking. His heartbeat under my ear was a fast drum. For a second I felt safe there, hidden in him. Then I heard the voice I feared. “Open up!” Lucien’s words were like a blade. He did not shout. He spoke with cold fire. He stood in the doorway, shoulders wide, eyes hard. He looked at Axel like a hunter looks at a prize he wants back. Axel moved first. He put one arm around me, a small shield. He did not stand away from the door. He did not raise his voice. He only looked at Lucien and said, quietly, “What do you want?” Lucien’s face did not change. He stepped fully into the room. The guards behind him stayed at the door. They watched. The air felt thick and heavy in my chest. I squeezed my fingers into the cloth I had with me. My nails made small lines in the fabric. I wanted to hide. I wanted to run. I could not move. “I will

Chapter Eighty Five — The Weight of Secrets Nora’s POV The clearing had emptied, but my mind refused to. Even as Axel walked beside me, calm and composed, I could feel the storm inside myself raging. Every step felt heavy, like my feet were dragging through mud, each movement weighted by the secret I carried. I couldn’t breathe freely. I couldn’t think freely. I had done what I thought was right, what I knew could save him, but now, the very thing I had used to protect him clawed at me from inside. Axel’s presence was a constant anchor, his hand brushing against mine, light and grounding, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted to tell him. I wanted to scream the truth and collapse into his chest, to let the relief of honesty wash over me. But I couldn’t. Not yet. Not while Lucien’s shadow still stretched across everything, threatening to shatter us both. “Are you… all right?” Axel asked quietly, not accusing, just soft. I could hear the worry threading through his calm voice, a subtle trem

Chapter Eighty Seven – The Night Fear Nora’s POV I was sleeping, or at least I thought I was. The moonlight spilled through the window, silver and soft, and Axel’s steady breathing beside me was the only thing that made me feel safe. I wanted to stay like this forever, just lying here, letting the quiet fill the spaces of my mind. But then, a sound pierced the darkness—a whisper, a thought, a memory. Something hit me like a bolt of lightning. My heart jumped. I bolted upright in bed without thinking. Axel reacted instantly. He was awake in a second, his hand reaching for mine, his eyes wide in the dim light. “Nora? What—what’s wrong?” His voice was calm but tense. His wolf was awake too, I could feel it pressing close, alert, protective. I couldn’t answer at first. My chest heaved, my lungs burned, and I felt my knees shake beneath the blankets. I pressed my hands to my face, trying to stop the tremble, but it only made it worse. “I… I…” My voice cracked. Tears slipped from my ey

Chapter Eighty Nine: The CCTV Panic Nora’s POV The room felt heavier the moment the elders arrived. Their robes brushed the floor, serious and formal, and the air smelled of authority and tension. My heart was already racing, but when they spoke, my chest tightened like it would burst. “We will review the CCTV footage,” one elder said, his voice cold and steady. “We must know who tampered with the water. Whoever is responsible must face the consequences.” I froze instantly. My hands clutched the cloth I had hidden in my bag. Every instinct screamed danger. Even with the mask, I knew—if the camera had caught even a glimpse of me, my stature, the way I moved—it could be traced back to me. Panic surged like fire through my veins. Axel noticed immediately. His eyes scanned me, softening ever so slightly, but his jaw tightened. He knew I was afraid. He already knew I was the one who had switched the water, yet he didn’t expose me. Instead, he gave me a small, calm nod, a silent promise