Semua Bab RECLAIMING HIS REJECTED MATE : Bab 141 - Bab 150

BROOKSI sat quietly in the back seat, my eyes fixed on the scenery beyond the tinted window as the car moved steadily along the road.Theo sat in the front passenger seat. He hadn't tried to start a conversation from the moment we left the palace, and I was grateful for it.There wasn't anything either of us could say that would make today any easier. The driver remained focused on the road, while the convoy carrying the guards stayed close behind us, following at a steady distance.The quiet inside the car should have been comforting. Instead, it gave my thoughts far too much room to wander.I leaned back against the seat and slowly let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. Ever since the interview, my mind had been consumed by Levi's confession and everything that had come with it.The anger, the heartbreak, the betrayal, and the countless questions that had followed had left me emotionally exhausted. I hadn't had the chance to think about anything else.As we got closer

BROOK'S POVThe palace hall was packed with major media house representatives from all over the kingdom, reporters with their notepads and microphones in hand, and cameramen capturing everything.I sat quietly among the guests, my hands resting in my lap as my eyes remained fixed on Levi seated at the table podium at the front of the hall."I called this press conference because there are things I should have admitted a long time ago."The hall became completely silent."My interview with Dagon forced the truth into the open, but the truth should never have needed to be forced out of me. I should have been the one to tell it."His voice remained steady, but I could hear the weight behind every word."The history that the kingdom has believed about the White Wolves is false. My father was responsible for the massacre of the White Wolves. They were not traitors, and they did not commit the crimes history accused them of."Levi lowered his eyes briefly before continuing."I discovered th

LEVI'S POVI remained exactly where I was for several moments after Dagon left, staring at the closed doors with my jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. I didn't trust him.If Brooks hadn't been in the picture, I would have found a way to kill him. The only reason I had tolerated his presence at all was because Brooks had asked me to.After standing there for another minute, I finally turned away from the dining table and made my way upstairs to the bedroom.I opened the door to see that Brooks was standing in front of the full-length mirror with her back partly turned toward me. She hadn't noticed me come in.One hand rested lightly against her stomach while the other had lifted the hem of her shirt just enough to expose the gentle curve that had begun to show over the past few weeks.She was simply standing there, quietly looking at herself, but there was no smile on her face. What I saw was discomfort.I stepped farther into the room, and she looked up sharply. The moment our eyes met

LEVI'S POVIt had been a long day, and all I wanted was to get home. My thoughts drifted to Brooks almost immediately, just as they always seemed to.I thought about how she was doing, whether she had eaten, whether she had managed to get any rest after the nightmares that had left her trembling in my arms the previous night.A vibration from my phone pulled me away from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen to see a message from Theo.Without thinking much of it, I unlocked my phone and opened his message.It was an article about the only way for the White Wolves could be revived. I read it, and it was through the death of the last surviving descendant of the man responsible for their massacre.Me.I frowned. “What is this?”I scrolled down just as another message entered.It was a picture and the moment it loaded, every other thought disappeared from my mind.It was Brooks and she was sitting across from Dagon. She had met him again without telling me.My jaw tightened as I stared at

BROOK'S POVI spun toward the doorway so quickly that my breath caught in my throat.Levi stood there, his face revealing almost nothing, yet I didn't need to see his anger visibly to know it was there. It was in the rigid set of his shoulders, the tightness in his jaw, and the way his eyes locked onto me the instant he stepped inside.He didn't so much as glance at Dagon. It was as though no one else existed in the room.Without taking his eyes off me, he crossed the room in long strides until he was standing directly in front of me.He reached for my hand, but his hands closed around nothing. His fingers passed straight through me as though I wasn't there at all.Levi froze, and so did I. For one long, unbearable moment, neither of us moved as we tried to figure out what just happened.Then, as though convincing himself he had somehow missed me the first time, he reached for me again with both hands.The result was exactly the same. His hands slipped through me and closed around not