Semua Bab REBIRTH: She Is Back To Reclaim What's Hers : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Nilah's Pov “Ah…” Kendrick stammered. His face went through a variety of colors, from a deep, humiliated crimson to a ghostly, panicked white. For a moment, he looked like a cornered animal. Then, he let out a forced, breathy chuckle, adjusting his suit as if he were simply clearing up a minor misunderstanding. "Ah, Nilah," he said, his voice dripping with a fake, patronizing warmth. "You caught me. I was going to surprise you." He looked around at the onlookers, offering a charming, self-deprecating shrug. "I knew Nilah was planning to come tonight, but you know how she gets when she’s deep in her research. She’s so forgetful. I only held onto the invitation because I was terrified she’d misplace it or leave it in the lab. I was just waiting at the entrance for her to arrive so we could walk in together." He took a step toward me, his eyes pleading with me to play along. "I'm her plus one, of course. A husband should support his mate's professional milestones, shouldn't he?" I fe

Nilah's Pov “Shhh, little wolf. You're safe here.” The vibration of his voice against my ear sent a jolt through my system. I looked up at him, my breath hitching as our eyes locked in the dim light of the balcony. I clenched my hands around his clothes and I could see a little black mark peeking from under the collar of his shirt. It looked like a tattoo? He has a tattoo? Who is this guy anyways? Inside my mind, the silent space where my wolf usually hid without a word was suddenly filled with a golden warmth. “Mate,” she purred, the word echoing with a clarity that made my soul ache. It wasn't just a whisper anymore, it was louder now, more forceful and sure than the first time we met. When I heard it the first time, I thought I heard wrongly, but now, she was louder. Mate? He was my mate? But I don't understand, how? The longer I stayed in his arms, the more it felt like something that was missing inside me was returning. I was starting to feel whole again, my body even felt lig

His fingers left my jaw and began to travel, ghosting over the column of my throat with agonizing slowness. Every touch left a trail of sparks in its wake. He was practically seducing me with his movements, his gaze locked onto mine, daring me to deny the pull between us. I felt my resolve crumbling, my breath coming in short, shallow hitches. I wanted to push him away, to tell him he was insane, but my hands, which were resting against his chest, refused to move. Instead, my fingers curled into his clothes, pulling him closer."You feel it, don't you?" he continued, his voice low. "The way your blood hums when I touch you. The way the fake mark on your neck aches because it knows it doesn't belong." He moved his hand upward, his thumb tracing the curve of my bottom lip. The contact was like electricity on my skin. I gasped, my eyes fluttering shut for a moment as the sensation overwhelmed me. He was playing me like an instrument, knowing exactly which strings to pull to make me unrav

Nilah's Pov The Heart Of Aethelgard is a priceless, legendary artifact, a pendant made of a single, uncut "Star-Drop" diamond, encased in a delicate casing of silver. It was more than just a piece of jewelry; it was a historical relic rumored to have been lost during the Great Purge centuries ago. But more importantly for me, the Heart of Aethelgard was known in occult circles as the "Sovereign’s Shield." It was said to vibrate in the presence of toxins, protecting the wearer from any poison, hex, or dark influence. "This... this is impossible," Kendrick stammered, his face pale as he stared at the shimmering gem. "This is worth more than this entire building. Who gave this to you?" I didn't answer him. I reached out, my fingers trembling as they brushed the cool, humming surface of the diamond. As I touched it, the pendant emitted a soft, silver glow. “It's beautiful.” I whispered in awe, the light shining beautifully, it felt like the light was pulling me in, hypnotizing me

Nilah's Pov The drive was silent, the only sound I could hear was the chirping of birds and also the engine of the car. I leaned my forehead against the cool, tinted glass of the window and beside me, Asher sat like silently, a serene expression on his face. What am I doing? The question looped in my head. Only hours ago, I was kissing a stranger at the balcony of the auction house and now, now, I was being whisked away in a vehicle that probably cost more than my old research lab, told that I was the rightful heir to a throne I didn't even know existed. Was I really the Alpha of the legendary Silver-Moon Pack? Or was I walking straight into a beautifully gilded trap? I was still a bit skeptical, even with all the evidence that Asher had laid down for me. What if I was about to get kidnapped? What if I was being trafficked? What if Kendrick was right and I was just setting myself up? Different scenarios went on in my head and I almost dropped from the car then and there. Bu