《REBORN: CLAIMED BY MY MATE’S BROTHER》全部章節：第 111 章 - 第 120 章

CHAPTER 112NICHOLAS’S POVI felt so tired as I walked out of the car and entered the palace, sometimes I wonder if it was the meeting that always make me feel this exhausted or it was sitting in the car doing nothing while traveling for a very long time then, I’d also get to the meeting and sit doing nothing other than listening to some people speak about things that they can send to my palace in form of a report.I wondered the main reasons for this meeting cause most of the people in the council members if not everyone are just fucking hypocrites and all they are concerned about was how to protect themselves and their families, and also enrich their pockets without a care in the world about who it might affect.This world of mine was just too cruel and I hope that I am not keeping my enemies close in ignorance of who they truly are. I just couldn’t bear to add that to the ongoing turmoil in the pack but I was confused about who the human spy could be, was it someone amongst my gua

NICHOLAS’S POVThe screams started before the smoke even reached us. The whole pack was in disarray and everyone was torn, they were confused about why they attacked king Bart’s pack first after all we thought that we were their focus.The news of my father’s death and the attack on his pack rippled through the pack square like a physical shockwave, turning my people, strong and disciplined warriors, into a panicked mob. Mothers clutched their children, dragging them toward the shelters; men shouted over one another, arguing about whether to stay and fight or flee into the mountains. The air was thick with the pungent scent of fear, sharp and acrid, clogging my senses.In as much as I was also scared about everything happening, I couldn’t allow them to know that I was scared. After all, I was the alpha for a reason, if I couldn’t call them to order and calm them, who would be able to do it?"Everyone, listen to me!" I snapped, trying to control my overwhelming rage and fear.I stepped

Ivan’s POVI was burning with overwhelming rage as I stormed to our meeting place, how dare they make such an huge move without telling me? I thought we agreed that no move would be made unless the moves planned perfectly by everyone.They expect me to obey their every whim and call but they can’t even include me in all their plans, especially one this huge. How sure was I that the next plan was not to attack this pack and kill everyone including me? I just couldn’t afford to trust them anymore.I might have to start putting my step two in to action cause I just couldn’t afford to taht any risk, but what if I get caught? The security is now tighter than ever and stepping out of the palace today to meet the human was harder than ever.It was so funny looking at them running around aimlessly on a goose chase, do they really think that it would be that easy to find me? Or did they think that I don’t know that they are all shivering around looking for a certain “Ryan”.If only they knew,

NICHOLAS’S POVThe air in the palace was so thick and suffocating that I could feel myself almost choking on it, the tension felt unbearable and I didn’t even know where to start talking from.It was so funny how Grey had always been the easier one to talk to, we were so close that we would rather talk till we sleep off instead of just going to bed but now I can’t even remember the last time we sat down in the same room.We both knew that we won’t be here if it was not because of the battle and dad’s death, we didn’t have much choice than to come together and rub minds and think. Beside me, Grey glared around my palace as if a guard was going to come out of no where and stab him, he looked so stiff and guarded that it bothered me.“You’re brooding, Nicholas,” Grey said, his voice a low grate that vibrated in the small of my back. He didn’t look at me, his eyes was glancing at everywhere or perhaps, it was taking more of the escape routes and if there was any hidden enemies. “It’s a b

Amelia’s POVThe morning light was an uninvited guest, stabbing through the heavy velvet curtains of my bedchamber like a set of golden daggers. I groaned, burying my face back into the silk pillows that smelled faintly of spilled brandy and expensive, suffocating lilies. My head felt like it had been cracked open and filled with hot lead, a rhythmic pounding behind my eyes keeping time with the distant, muffled tolling of the funeral bells.The King was dead. My father. The man who had looked through me for twenty three years as if I were a particularly dull piece of furniture.I sat up, the world tilting dangerously to the left. On the nightstand sat an empty crystal decanter and a glass with a sticky, amber ring at the bottom. I reached for it out of habit, then pulled my hand back. Anastasia had slapped me. The sting was gone from my cheek, but the humiliation remained, cold and sharp. She was pacing, planning. She and Nicholas were playing at being the saviors of the realm, while