Lahat ng Kabanata ng REBORN: CLAIMED BY MY MATE’S BROTHER: Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

ANASTASIA'S POV The silence that followed my declaration was so complete it felt like the air thickened around us, pressing into my chest until I could barely breathe. Stormborn wolves, Bloodhound wolves, servants, guards… practically every single person in the courtyard stared at me as though I’d suddenly grown horns. Even the Alpha King looked stunned, his brows raised, his mouth slightly open.A hysterical laugh bubbled up my throat, sharp and painful, because what did they expect? That I’d AGREE to Grey's ridiculous demand? That I’d let myself be traded like an inanimate object? My spine trembled, but I held my chin high.“I disagree with that,” Grey said first, finding his voice before anyone else. His tone smoothed out like polished steel, as if he expected the entire world to side with him.My anger burst out before I could contain it. “Well you CAN’T force me to be with you,” I snapped, my voice rising, shaking. What era did he think this is? I wasn't something to collect

ANASTASIA'S POV One second Nicholas’ mouth was on mine in the corridor, hot and desperate, and in the next, I felt my back hit the door to my room. We stumbled inside like two people possessed, the door banging shut behind us as if even it knew we were past the point of restraint. We didn’t stop kissing. Not even for breath. His hands were on my hips, mine were in his hair, and somehow we were moving, half walking and half tangling, toward my bed. My knees hit the mattress first. Nicholas followed, lowering me gently but urgently, his weight settling over me like a warmth I’d been starving for. When he finally broke the kiss, it wasn’t really a break; his lips simply found my jaw, then the soft place below my ear, then the line of my neck. Heat rushed through me so fast I could barely breathe. He dragged his mouth down to my collarbone… kissed there… lingered… then pulled back up, hovering just above my lips again. His breath brushed my skin, warm and rough and maddening. “We s

NICHOLAS’ POV My chest was on fire, my blood pumping pure, unfiltered rage as I stormed through the manor. Every step echoed the anger coiling in my gut, a pulse that seemed to thrum in time with my heartbeat. The old man was biting more than he can chew, daring to move Anastasia's work to the Bloodhound pack. I still wasn't on board with her even leaving at all, I was still considering bursting Grey's throat open and now the old man does this. How could he? There was only so much I could take. The reason I've been compliant so far was solely because of Anastasia. But now, even her can stop me from allowing this disrespect to slide. The old man had another thing come if he thought I'd sit still this time. I hurried up the main stairs, my fury spiking when a pair of Bloodhound warriors appeared, laughing and joking as if this house belonged to them. According to our plan, they should be at the dorms, not here in the main house. “Where is he?” My voice was a low growl, the words

ANASTASIA’S POVSomething was wrong with me. Very wrong.A sickening wrongness twisted inside my body, crawling under my skin like fire and ice twined together. I tried to stand, but my legs wouldn’t cooperate. It felt like my brain had been unplugged from the rest of me, like I was floating somewhere above myself, disconnected and useless.My temperature was a disaster, my skin burned hot, burning enough to hurt, yet I shivered violently like I was freezing to death.My vision swam. Blurry outlines. Colours bleeding together. And my mind… foggy, foggy, foggy.“What did you…” I tried to repeat my earlier question, but even my own voice sounded far away, like it was echoing out of someone else’s throat.Grey and Amelia’s laughter answered me. Loud. Echoey. Muffled, like I was underwater and sinking fast.“I told you she was the best witch around,” Amelia said, smugness dripping from every syllable as she beamed proudly at Grey.Grey stared down at me, delight sparking in his eyes—dark,

Anastasia had been gone ONE day.A single damn day.And somehow it felt like I’d been living inside a hollowed-out version of myself for weeks. Every hour stretched and snapped, stretched and snapped, like an overstretched string of a bow ready to lash back at my face.Nothing I did—patrol, training, paperwork, sparring—quieted the storm that lived under my ribs. My wolf paced, claws scraping along the inside of my mind, agitated and loud.GO TO HER. SHE’S NOT SAFE. GO. GO NOW.And I couldn’t argue with him because I felt it too. That itch beneath my skin, that constant awareness of her scent being too far away, her heartbeat somewhere I couldn’t reach.It was troubling. And rest evaded me.One day, and I was already unravelling.Two weeks?Shit. I honestly didn’t know if I could do it. I didn’t know if I WANTED to test the limits of how far my sanity could stretch before it finally snapped clean in half.“Alpha.”Lucas' voice cut through my spiralling, dragging me back to the present