REBIRTH: She Is Back To Reclaim What's Hers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Nilah's Pov "I'm not going," I said, my voice shaking with a mixture of exhaustion and disbelief, "I won’t let you force me into whatever trap she’s set up. If you want to talk to the Director, go yourself. Leave me out of your delusions." Stephanie let out a soft, broken whimper, leaning her head against Kendrick’s shoulder. "Oh, Kendrick, please don't be too angry with her. Maybe... maybe the rumors are true and she’s just too ashamed to look him in the eye. I thought I was doing the right thing by helping her apologize, but if she’d rather stay here and let your reputation suffer, then I suppose I shouldn't have tried so hard." Her words were like kerosene poured over the fire that Kendrick was already feeling. "You’re going," Kendrick hissed. He didn't give me a chance to stand. He reached out and clamped his hand around my upper arm, his grip very tight. "Let go of me! Kendrick, you're hurting me!" I struggled, digging my legs into the carpet, but the three days of star

Nilah's Pov I blinked, even more confused, what did he mean by that? How was I a traitor? I turned my gaze back to the council members, my lips moving, “Traitor?” The word tore out of me before I could stop it, raw and disbelieving, as though saying it out loud might somehow make it make sense. It did not. My eyes darted from one council member to the next, searching for even a flicker of doubt, of hesitation, of anything that suggested this was a misunderstanding that would soon be cleared. Instead, I found only cold faces staring back at me. “What do you mean, traitor?” I repeated, my voice shaking despite my effort to steady it. “I am not a traitor and I have never betrayed this pack. You all know that I would never do something like this.” At first, my mind scrambled for a logical explanation. Someone must have twisted something I said. Maybe news had somehow leaked that I had been planning to leave the pack soon, and they had exaggerated it, turned it into something it wa

Nilah's Pov I let out a soft, humorless laugh, the sound foreign to my own ears. My hands, which had been shaking violently began to go still, the panic slowly leaving my body as I realised what was going on. “You already decided,” I said quietly. The Head Councilor’s gaze sharpened. “What do you mean by that?” I looked at him, “There is no point in defending myself, is there? This is all just for your entertainment, watching me act like a fish out of water. You must be laughing in your head right now, calling me a fool.” I replied and raised my head to the ceiling, the lights felt like they were bearing down on me. “Ah I'm actually such a fool, I didn't see through this earlier.” In my last life, none of this happened. I never got framed or anything like this so I had let my guard down. I thought I just had to protect myself against Kendrick and Stephanie while I was in this pack. I didn't expect that there were still others who wanted to eat me alive. And it wasn't just

Nilah's Pov Rough hands reached into the trunk, I tried to shrink away to avoid them but there was nowhere to go. They dragged me out by my shoulders and legs, my body dangling between them. The night air was freezing, biting at the exposed skin where my dress had been torn and the cold against the brand were like opposites, hot and cold. They didn't bother being gentle; they carried me a few yards and dropped me on the ground. The impact forced a pained groan from my lungs. I bit my lip, tasting copper, and forced myself to move. I couldn't just lie there. I pushed my chest off the ground and raised my head. The first thing I saw were a pair of expensive, high-heeled boots standing in front of me. For a moment, I was confused. Did men wear these kinds of shoes? When did they start wearing them? My gaze slowly traveled upward, past a tailored coat, until I locked eyes with the woman standing over me. It was Stephanie. She stood there with her arms crossed, a look of triumph e

Nilah's Pov I felt the first hand clamp down on my shoulder, the grip bruising and slick with sweat. Another hand grabbed my waist, pulling me away from the tree root and flat onto cold and damp ground. "Get off!" I shrieked, my voice tearing through the silent clearing. "Don't touch me!" I struggled fiercely, my body jerking with a desperate kind of strength. I kicked out, the heels of my legs catching one of them in the shin, but it only made them laugh. My clothes didn't even stand a chance. With a violent yank, they tore the remaining fabric of the cloth away, the sound of the ripping material loud. I was left shivering in my underwear, the biting night air hitting my skin. "Look at that," the scarred one hissed, his face inches from mine. "She's even prettier than the rumors. We are going to have a lot of fun, brothers!” He yelled, his lips pulled into a very large smile, his yellow teeth peeking through. Then without another word, he pounced on me, his heavy body pinning