All Chapters of REBORN: CLAIMED BY MY MATE’S BROTHER: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

ANASTASIA'S POV One second the greenhouse was alive with laughter and music, and in the next, a woman nearby was screaming. She pointed at Ivan’s shaking body crumpled in my arms, her cry sharp enough to slice straight through the celebration. Everything stopped. Conversations died mid-sentence. Silence settling over like a thick cloak then— Panic rippled outward, gasps and horrified murmurs crashing over one another as everyone finally saw what was happening. “Ivan! Ivan!” I cried, my voice breaking as I tightened my grip on him. “Can you hear me? Ivan, look at me!” His eyes fluttered weakly, lashes trembling, then began to close. The violent shaking that had wracked his body moments ago slowed, then stuttered, an awful and unnatural limpness replacing it. “No. No, no, no.” I whispered frantically. My fingers flew to his neck, searching for his pulse. When I found it, my breath hitched violently. It was there… but barely. Weak. Fading. Like his life was leaking out of him

GREY'S POV Amelia stared at me like she’d forgotten how to speak. It wasn’t the usual fire or venom I was used to, this was different. Blank. Helpless. Almost… frustrated. The silence dragged, stretched thin, and every second of it set my wariness tingling. Amelia never stayed quiet unless she was cornered. Very suspicious. I stepped closer, pulling my hands from my pockets, emboldened now that I had finally found an opening. It was my turn to press. My turn to make her squirm. “I asked you a question, Amelia,” I said coolly, one brow lifting. She didn’t answer. Instead, she turned away from me and walked to her vanity like I wasn’t even there. She sat down, picked up her makeup remover, and began wiping her face with deliberate slowness. I wasn't the one for patience. “Amelia!” She whipped around. “Yes—yes, she was my maid,” she snapped. “So what?” I frowned, irritation sharpening. “‘So what?’ Do you know how that looks?” I pressed. “The maid kept LOOKING at you. And your

ANASTASIA'S POV The first thing I did the next morning was head straight for the clinic. I didn’t even bother stopping for breakfast. The moment I stepped into the corridor, still half-wrapped in the fog of restless sleep and simmering anger, I overheard a cluster of maids whispering excitedly near the stairwell. “He woke up just before dawn.” “The doctors said he’s responsive now.” “Moon Goddess be praised…” Ivan was awake. Relief hit first, sharp and sudden, but it was quickly followed by a knot of dread tightening in my chest. Waking up meant questions. It meant apologies. And most of all, it meant facing him with the knowledge that my sister had nearly caused a political catastrophe and murdered the wrong man in the process. I squared my shoulders and kept walking. The cobblestone path leading to the Bloodhound clinic crunched softly beneath my shoes. With every step, my nerves grew louder, my legs turned heavier. I didn’t want to do this alone. I wanted Nicholas beside

NICHOLAS' POV I was fastening my belt buckle when I asked her, almost absentmindedly, “What are you doing today?”Anastasia sat at her vanity, her back straight, blonde curls cascading down her shoulders as she brushed them slowly, thoughtfully. The morning light filtered through the tall windows and kissed her skin in a way that made my chest tighten every single time.“Working,” she replied easily. “And giving Ivan an orientation. Today’s his first day at the lab.”My fingers paused.“He’s been discharged already?” I asked, genuine surprise slipping into my voice as I secured it a second later.It had only been five days. Five. Blackfang root wasn’t some mild toxin you shook off after a few naps and broth. Anyone else would have been bedridden for at least another two weeks, maybe more. Alpha Damon’s nephew had been at death’s door.Anastasia nodded, lowering the brush and turning to look at me. Her eyes were bright, but there was a tired awareness behind them that hadn’t been the

ANASTASIA'S POV “Be careful, that’s extremely reactive.” I said to Ivan when he leaned in to take a closer look at the interesting chemical substance that fizzed softly, a pale silver foam licking the glass, sitting in a beaker on the further counter in Bloodhound’s lab. “One slosh and it'd be exploding in your face.”He straightened immediately and backed away. “Noted.” Then, curiosity took over again. “I’ve never seen anything like this before. What is it?”I smiled despite myself. “Wolf DNA mixed with human DNA and salt.”He blinked. “That’s… an odd combination.”“It was Clara’s wild idea,” I said, grinning. “Mix both DNA with salt to neutralise whatever crazy reaction we might have gotten and hope the differences happening simultaneously tell us something useful.”“Wild indeed,” he murmured, nodding slowly, eyes still locked on the mixture like it might speak back to him.I guided him away before he could reach for it again. And then I spent the next few minutes giving him a tou