Semua Bab REBORN: CLAIMED BY MY MATE’S BROTHER: Bab 21 - Bab 30

ANASTASIA’S POV“This is unbelievable!”“A human… how can a human shift?”“What the hell is going on?”Voices clashed over voices in the courtyard, each one louder and more frantic than the last. The air buzzed with unease, every warrior pacing or snarling under their breath. I sat quietly on the side, feeling the tension roll off the others like heat from a fire. After what happened in the holding cell, it was no surprise the pack was shaken. I was too. My hands were still trembling, my mind looping over the image of the boy’s skin blistering and tearing until all that was left was something… human. A shifter that wasn’t born one—it was wrong in every possible way.“Enough,” Nicholas’s voice sliced clean through the noise, low but commanding. Instantly, the chaos stilled. All eyes turned toward him where he stood at the center of the circle of seats. Even I straightened without meaning to. “Rather than engage in meaningless chatter, we need to figure this out.” His tone left no

ANASTASIA'S POVThe scent of chemicals hung thick in the air, sharp enough to sting the back of my throat. I’d been in the lab since sunrise, hands trembling slightly as I transferred the last of the antidote into a round-bottom flask. My entire body hummed with exhaustion, but I didn’t dare stop.The wolves in the clinic were counting on this, on me. And so were their families. The doctors. Nicholas… hell the entire pack needed this to work.And even Callum.He might be the enemy, might’ve been one of the attackers who hurt our people, but every time I looked at him, I didn’t see a soldier, I saw a kid.A broken, used-up boy who’d been turned into a weapon for someone else’s war.When I’d gone to check on him earlier, the sight had nearly shattered me. His condition had worsened since my last visit, skin pale and shrunk, eyes glazed with fever.He didn’t have much time left. And even though logic told me to harden my heart—I mean he could run back to the people responsible for the at

AMELIA'S POV I hated this. I hated this, I hated this, I hated this. The words drummed in my skull like a curse as I paced the terrace, my boots clicking against the stone. Anastasia, that fucking brat, had managed to turn the entire attack into a stage for herself and her precious little experiment. I could still see the smug little tilt of her lips when the Alpha King praised her. It made me want to claw her face clean off. I had to hand it to her, though. Maybe she wasn’t as stupid or naive as she’d always made everyone believe. Maybe the simpering idiot had learned a thing or two about playing the game. She’d found her angle and taken it, snatching every ounce of attention for herself. The pitiful fool who used to cry her way out of everything had grown audacious enough to start reaching for MY place. My recognition. My power. But she had another thing coming if she thought I’d let her steal the spotlight, not after everything I’d done to get here. The discoveries about the ar

NICHOLAS' POVIt was the longest damn night of my life.Anastasia slept soundly beside me, blissfully unaware of my torment. I tried everything—counting numbers in my head, reciting the warrior creed, thinking of every embarrassing moment of my life, reliving the dark ones… I tried thinking of anything other than the warmth of her pressed to my side.But nothing seemed to kill the charged energy thrumming through my entire body.At one point, she stirred, kneeing me dangerously low.Goddess.I hissed silently and decided that was my cue.Carefully, I slipped out of bed, watching her shift restlessly before settling again. I left the room, heading for my study. Maybe some paperwork could be a great tactic to let off steam.The second I reached my desk, I got to work. There was a pile of documents for me to look over, documents I could have gone through much earlier if not for the recent unprecedented events.For the first time in my life, I hated my penchant to keep things analogue. Th

AMELIA'S POVSince the moment I stepped out of my room this morning, I hadn’t seen a single soul. Not a servant, not Grey, and most annoyingly, not my sister or her savage of a husband. TThe manor wasn’t even big enough for this kind of vanishing act. It was quaint, almost suffocatingly so, with its narrow halls and cheap marble floors.So how was it possible that I hadn’t run into either of them once? I paused in the living area, glancing around with growing irritation.The silence felt deliberate. For a fleeting second, I considered that Anastasia might be purposefully avoiding me, but then I quickly dismissed the thought.That little bitch wasn’t a coward—at least, not anymore. Her newfound boldness had become impossible to ignore. Every glance, every word that came out of her mouth lately was dripping with this disgusting sense of confidence.She was thriving in her undeserved attention, basking in the Alpha King’s approval as though she hadn’t spent her entire life being pitiful