All Chapters of REBORN: CLAIMED BY MY MATE’S BROTHER: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

ANASTASIA'S POV Grey talked and talked, dredging up memories he thought were ‘cute’ but they only served a reminder to how foolish and self disrespecting my past self was. “Remember the time at the café when I ordered the choco mint tiramisu even though you warned me I wouldn't like it? And like you predicted I didn't.” He smiled as if the memory was endearing. I smiled too, but mine was bitter, “So I gave you MY chocolate chip cheesecake and took the tiramisu.” Grey, ever the obnoxious fool, laughed. “Yeah,” he looked at me with fake fondness. “You used to be so loving. I miss that.” I fought the urge to roll my eyes. What he missed was the fool I had been. He continued to reminisce about times where I had given, sacrificed, bent… while he reciprocated It was almost laughable. For someone who was trying to use the past to reach my heart, he was doing a very poor job of it. I got sick of my cheesecake halfway through it, unable to enjoy it while listening to Grey's irritat

ANASTASIA'S POV My steps were quick. My feet padded down the hallway in an eager rhythm I could barely control. Every cell in my body was buzzing, straining to close the distance between Nicholas and me. I hadn’t realised how much his absence had drained me until the moment I heard he was back. In my hurry, I nearly crashed into a cluster of maids coming from the around the corner. Each pair carried large boxes stacked so high their faces were almost covered with it. They tilted sideways to avoid me just in time, preventing any accident. The boxes were clearly heavy, judging by the slight tremble in their arms. Dishware, I assumed, judging by the clanging sounds of ceramic. They probably for Amelia’s “intimate” family dinner. Though why an intimate gathering required enough plates to feed a small pack was beyond me. I was about to sidestep them completely when hushed whispers drifted out, catching my attention. “She’s so lucky to have a husband like that,” one maid sighed dreami

NICHOLAS' POV “So what do you have for me?” I asked Lucas once we were certain we were alone in the living area. Even then, he lowered his voice. “A mail was delivered this morning,” he said, leaning closer. “Something from Julian.” That alone made my pulse jump. Julian. My old friend and the best private investigator I knew of. If there was a single thread to be pulled, Julian would find it. His wide range of network and intel made him the best tracker in both the Northern and Southern territories combined. If there was anyone who could track down this Ryan dude, it was him. I contacted him a week ago and had gotten him involved in my search for the traitor, since we were finding it difficult to get a lead on the bastard. But now— “There’s a lead on the traitor.” Lucas dropped. I kept my expression neutral, schooled into calm after years of leadership, but inside, something sharp and electric snapped to life. FINALLY. The word echoed in my head, loud and impatient. I’d b

ANASTASIA'S POV I sighed the moment I realised there was no escaping this. Grey and the Alpha King were standing directly in my path, their bodies angled just enough to block any graceful retreat. The looks on their faces told me everything I needed to know, they INTENDED to speak to me, whether I wanted to or not. My shoulders tensed as I stopped in front of them, dread pooling heavy in my stomach. “I’ve been looking for you,” Grey said. I almost recoiled. He stared at me with that sickly, sentimental expression I knew too well, the one he wore whenever he wanted to rewrite history. As if he hadn’t manhandled me in public earlier that day. As if he hadn’t tried to trap me in the mall. As if he hadn’t bought that atrocious dress out of pure spite to humiliate me. The audacity of it made bile rise in my throat. I said nothing. I just ignored him. “Good, you’re here, girl,” the Alpha King said instead, his deep voice cutting through the tension. He gestured with his hand, bec

AMELIA'S POV I stormed across the lawn like the world owed me blood. The large tent opposite the greenhouse loomed ahead, white canvas glowing warmly from the lights inside, laughter and the clatter of utensils leaking out as if nothing in my life had just gone catastrophically wrong. My heels sank into the grass with every furious step, my jaw clenched so tight my temples throbbed. I shoved the flap aside and burst in. Every single movement inside the temporary kitchen froze. Knives hovered mid-air. A tray clattered to the floor. Conversations died on tongues. And a dozen heads snapped in my direction, eyes wide, backs straightening in fear. My gaze swept the space like a blade, sharp and searching, until it landed on her. My maid. Small. Mousy. Already shrinking into herself as expected. “You,” I said, my finger snapping up to point at her. My voice didn’t need to be loud, it carried on pure venom alone. “Follow me.” Her lips parted, a soft, terrified sound escaping her