Semua Bab REBIRTH: She Is Back To Reclaim What's Hers : Bab 21 - Bab 30

Nilah's Pov The tension in the hallway was so thick it felt like a physical weight, pressing against my chest as I stared down the two girls who claimed to be my sisters. Their claws were fully extended now, the black tips gleaming under the blue vines of the ceiling. They looked ready to shred me to pieces right there on the floor. I was about to reach for the necklace, wondering if the legendary stone could protect me from physical claws, when a sound erupted that stopped everyone in their tracks. It was a racking cough. It was the sound of lungs fighting for a final, desperate gasp of air. The twins gasped in unison, their faces draining of all color. The arrogance and rage that had fueled their stance vanished instantly, replaced by a raw, frantic terror."Father!" the one on the left cried out.Without a second glance at me, they bolted toward the doors. As they rushed past, the twin on the right purposely slammed her shoulder into mine, a petty, forceful strike meant to shove

Nilah's POV“The Sovereign’s Sight?” I echoed, the words unfamiliar on my tongue. “What is that supposed to mean?”I let out a sharp breath, my thoughts spiraling faster than I could keep up.“No—forget that. That’s not even the main question.” My gaze snapped back to him, my voice tightening. “You said my wolf was suppressed. That if I didn’t let it out, I could die. What does that even mean? I’ve lived my whole life without a wolf.”Without one… or so I thought.In my last life, I had been sick—weak, constantly fading—but never once had anyone told me it was because of a suppressed wolf.“It means exactly what I said, Nilah.”His voice was calm.Too calm.My father.The word still felt foreign in my mind.I didn’t look at him right away.I wasn’t ready for that.“The moment you stepped into this room, I knew,” he continued. “You’ve lived your life as an Omega. You were treated as one, labeled as one. No scent, no presence, no wolf. That’s what they told you.”Now, slowly, I turned t

Nilah's POV DING! DING! DING! From somewhere, a bell began to toll. It was a low, mournful sound that echoed through the room. It was the bell signalling the death of an Alpha in the pack. As if on cue, the heavy doors burst open. Asher led the way, his face a mask of grief, followed closely by the twins. The moment they saw us, saw the way my father’s head hung uselessly against my shoulder, the twins let out a synchronized shriek of despair. They didn't even look at me this time; they fell to the marble floor, their knees hitting the ground with a sickening thud as they began to sob hysterically. "Father!" One of them cried out, her voice really filled with sadness and grief. I didn't move for a long time. I just stared at them with a detached, hollow gaze. Their grief felt loud and performative compared to the silent sadness inside me. Very slowly, and with more care than I had ever shown anyone, I lowered my father back onto the bed. I smoothed the furs and pulled the hea

Nilah's POV "No! Kendrick!" I screamed as two of the strongest servants in the house stepped out from the dining room. Their grips were like iron, clamping onto my biceps with a force that bruised. "You know I hate the dark! Kendrick, look at me!" He didn't look. He turned his back on me, his posture rigid and cold, while Stephanie tucked herself under his arm as if she needed protection from me. I was dragged down the hallway, my heels scuffing against the ground. Every step toward the back of the house felt like a step toward a grave. Kendrick's mother, before she died usually locked me up in a basement of their house whenever I did something wrong. Kendrick and I had actually known each other since I was found and brought to the pack. Along with Stephanie, we three were friends. It was a history that I didn't even want to think about but Kendrick knew how much I was afraid of the dark and yet... I almost laughed. If Kendrick could poison me, then locking me in the dark shoul

Kendrick turned back to me.His expression softened instantly—too fast.That familiar mask again.Concern. Guilt. Possession dressed up as care.He stepped closer and reached for me, his hands hovering for half a second before actually touching me—like I might break if he misjudged the pressure.“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.His voice cracked slightly.“I really didn’t know. If I had, I would’ve never left you down there. I swear to you, Nilah.”His fingers slid through my tangled hair, brushing it back from my face.“I’ll deal with the staff. No one will ever treat you like that again.”I didn’t respond.Because I didn’t have anything left in me worth giving to this conversation."Let's get you upstairs," he murmured, pressing a kiss to my temple that made my skin crawl. "Stephanie, tell the cook to prepare something light for her. She hasn't eaten in days." "Okay." Stephanie said, her voice dripping with artificial sweetness. She reached out and patted my hand, her skin cold. "Don