บททั้งหมดของ REBORN: CLAIMED BY MY MATE’S BROTHER: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

ANASTASIA’S POVI burst into my room, my vision swimming, my legs barely working. By the time the door shut behind me, my body gave out. I stumbled forward and dropped onto the floor beside the bed, my back hitting the frame as I collapsed. My chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow jerks, like my lungs were trying to suck in air that wasn’t there.My fingers, shaking uncontrollably, flew to my mouth. I pressed them to my lips and then started biting down on them, trying to silence the broken sounds threatening to escape my throat. My whole body trembled violently, a cold, uncontrollable quaking, as if my bones were rattling beneath my skin.IF CLARA HADN’T COME IN… The thought splintered in my skull like glass.My eyes squeezed shut so tightly they ached, but I could still see it, everything. Grey’s face, twisted with that sick desire; his hands grabbing where they shouldn't grab; his disgusting tongue on my skin; the cornered, suffocating terror that had crawled up my spine.I choked

ANASTASIA'S POV“When will she wake up?”“I don’t know. Soon?”“She SHOULD have been by now. Are you sure you gave her the right dosage?”These voices, they sounded muffled, as if floating somewhere above the pitch blackness I was wandering about in. They reached me like echoes through deep murky water, warped and distant.Where were they?Where was I?I felt heavy. Too heavy. Like someone had tied rocks to all my limbs and dropped me into a lake. I forced my mind to swim toward the surface. Closer to the voices.How can I reach them? And then it hit me like a punch to the chest. I had to open my eyes.My eyelids felt glued shut, but they finally peeled open, letting in a blur of shapes that slowly sharpened into the last two faces I ever wanted to see.Grey.Amelia.Standing close in the middle of what seemed to be a minor argument, whispering at each other, their body language one of impatience.Amelia noticed me first. “Look, she’s awake.”Grey’s gaze snapped to mine instantly, and

NICHOLAS' POVThe moment Anastasia’s body buckled, I didn’t think—I just moved.“Ana!”Her name ripped out of my throat as I sprinted across the blood-soaked ground, my lungs squeezing around panic so sharp it nearly winded me.She hit the earth with a dull thud, her massive brown wolf form heaving once, then going still.No.I dropped to my knees beside her and wrapped my arms around her thick fur, pulling her toward me like I could shield her from whatever had finally dragged her under.My eyes roved over her entire length, my stomach twisting when I spotted a few cuts and gashes.“Ana, look at me. Come on—stay with me.”She groaned weakly. Her fur rippled. Shifted. Melted under my hands.Bones receded. Limbs shrank.And a moment later,she was human again.Pale. Bare. Vulnerable.I didn’t hesitate. I stripped off my jacket and draped it over her trembling chest, tucking the fabric around her shoulders, her waist, anywhere the fabric could cover.“Get me something to cover her with!”

GREY'S POV“Grey!” Amelia’s voice chased me across the lawn, but I didn’t slow. I marched back into the mansion with my blood boiling, every inch of me lit up with fury so sharp it felt like my skin was too damn tight for my body.My plans, my perfect and flawless plans, had fallen straight to hell.If not for those fucking humans, Anastasia would’ve been marked by now.But no. They just had to attack right then. The exact moment I was seconds away from claiming what was rightfully mine.“And Nicholas—” I snarled under my breath as my fists tightened so hard my nails dug into my palms.That bastard. Always there. Always interfering. He’d ruined any second chance I had tonight. He’d cost me everything I’d been working toward for days now.The rage that surged through me at the thought of him convincing my father with that new deal of his felt like acid burning through my veins.“Grey!” Amelia called again.I bound through the lobby, crossed the corridor and stopped in the middle of the

NICHOLAS’ POVRage, thick and dangerous, pulsed through every vein in my body as I marched down the hall toward Grey’s room. Every step felt too slow in my impatience to reach the bastard, Anastasia’s gut wrenching screams following behind me like a haunting ghost.My wolf slammed itself against me from the inside, snarling and thrashing with a murderous hunger so strong my hands shook.LET ME KILL HIM. LET ME TEAR HIM APART.The ferocity of it almost buckled my knees. But I didn’t slow.I wasn’t knocking. I wasn’t giving him a chance to run or hide. I wanted him to look me in the eyes when I broke him.I reached the door and kicked it open so hard the wood cracked against the wall. The pieces hadn’t even finished rebounding when my eyes landed on them, Grey and Amelia, standing by the bed, leaning in like they were about to kiss.A kiss.While my wife was screaming in pain caused by HIM.Blood roared in my ears. Something dark snapped clean inside me. I was on him before either of t