All Chapters of RECLAIMING HIS REJECTED MATE : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

21LEVI'S POV The council chamber felt different the moment I stepped into it. Every seat was filled, every gaze already on me, some guarded, some openly critical, and a few carefully neutral in the way that meant they were waiting to see which direction the storm would blow before committing. I walked to my seat at the head of the table. If they wanted to make this a confrontation, they were going to do it knowing exactly who they were dealing with.No one spoke for a few seconds after I sat down, but the tension was loud enough to fill the silence. Then Lord Drahzar leaned forward slightly, his fingers steepled in front of him, his gaze steady on mine.“This matter is not child’s play, Your Majesty,” he began, his tone controlled but carrying enough weight to make his stance clear from the start. “You cannot simply bring your former mate and a child from nowhere into the palace. Not into the very home your fiancée is meant to move into.”Former mate.That alone almost made me lau

LEVI'S POV Brooks was looking at me like she genuinely wanted to push me off a cliff, and for the first time since I dragged her back here, it made me feel so shitty. There was no hesitation in her expression, no confusion, no lingering softness trying to break through the anger. Just pure, unfiltered hostility, like everything I did now only made things worse.It wasn’t supposed to be like this.Not after everything it took to find her.For seven years, all I had was the thought of her, the memory of her, the certainty that when I finally got her back, things would fall into place. I didn’t expect it to be easy, but I didn’t expect this either. I didn’t expect her to look at me like I was the enemy. I didn’t expect every single conversation to feel like I was forcing my way through a wall that refused to crack.I thought once I found her, once I brought her back where she belonged, it would settle. That whatever was between us would rise back up, that the bond would do what it was

25BROOK'S POV The scream came sharp enough to slice straight through the corridor and drag every ounce of air out of my lungs. I was already moving before my mind fully caught up, my feet hitting the floor harder with each step as I followed the sound into Rowan’s room. The second I crossed the doorway, I saw Rowan was bent forward over the edge of the bed, his small body trembling violently as he vomited. The maid stood beside him, both hands hovering uselessly in the air like she was terrified to touch him and terrified not to. I didn’t understand what I was seeing at first, not until I heard the wet, choking sound again and saw the dark red splatter against the bowl she had rushed under him too late.My stomach dropped so violently it felt like the floor had disappeared beneath me.“Rowan!” He coughed again, and more blood came up. Real blood enough to make my vision blur at the edges.“He was just eating,” the maid stammered, her voice shaking so badly it cracked. “He was fi

BROOK’S POV The next day, I finally got a chance to speak to Flint after not being able to reach him for days.I picked up my phone on the bed and dialed his number. My fingers tightened slightly around my phone as it rang, my chest already feeling too tight before he even picked up.When the line finally connected, I didn’t speak immediately.“Brooks?” his voice came through, a little rough, a little strained, and that alone made something twist painfully in my chest. “Are you okay?”“I’m sorry,” I cut in quickly, the words rushing out before anything else could. “I should have called earlier. Rowan was sick.”I could almost picture the way his expression would have shifted.“How is he?” he asked immediately, his voice sharpening with concern.“He’s better now. It’s just one of his usual episodes,” I said quickly, forcing the lie out even though it felt wrong on my tongue. “You know how he gets sometimes. Weak immune system and all that.”There was a small exhale on his end, like he

29BROOK'S POV I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to physically block out the sensations I was feeling. But it was a futile effort. The darkness behind my eyelids didn’t help. It only amplified the phantom feelings of his dark eyes boring into my skin. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that I couldn't suppress. I told myself to breathe, but my willpower was disintegrating fast.I pressed my palms flat against the cool fabric of my skirt, trying to anchor myself, to remember my loyalty to Flint. But it was hard when this man was currently staring at me like I was the only water in a desert. When I opened my eyes, the distance between us had vanished. He was standing directly in front of me, inches away, the dark hair falling over his forehead, making him look wild and predatory.The sudden closeness was a physical shock. So I gasped, instinctively stepping backward and stumbling in the process. I landed on the chair behind me, sprawling awkwardly against it, my legs