บททั้งหมดของ Once Rejected, Twice Accepted: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

ZaneAs we finally got back to my pack's territory, a wave of relief washed over me, but it was tempered by a fierce, simmering rage. The journey had been long and grueling, our mission perilous at every turn, but now, standing on familiar ground, I could feel the weight of it all lift slightly from my shoulders. The trees, the familiar scents, the sounds of the pack—these were my anchors. Yet, the sight I longed for most was just ahead. I quickened my pace, my heart pounding not from exertion but from anticipation.Tiana stood there, framed by the sunlight filtering through the forest canopy, her eyes scanning the group for me. When our gazes finally met, time seemed to stop. I ran to her, my legs moving faster than I thought possible. She looked worn, her once bright eyes now shadowed with the horrors she had endured, but she was alive. I pulled her into a fierce hug, feeling the trembling of her body against mine. The scent of her hair, the warmth of her skin—it was all I had dream

ZaneThe evening sun cast long shadows across our living room, its warm glow doing little to thaw the chill I felt in my heart. I sat on the worn leather couch, staring at the photo of Amanda and her family on my phone. The smile on her face, the joy in her eyes, made my stomach turn. I knew the time was approaching. We had planned this for so long, dissecting every detail of Amanda's life, identifying her weaknesses, her vulnerabilities. She had taken so much from us, and now, it was our turn to take everything from her.I looked up as Tiana walked into the room, her expression unreadable. She had always been the strong one, the one who could hold it together even when everything else was falling apart. Her dark eyes met mine, and I could see the resolve in them, the determination. She sat down beside me, her hand resting gently on my knee."Zane, we need to talk," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.I nodded, bracing myself for what was coming. We had discussed so man

Amanda I held my daughter close, feeling the steady rise and fall of her small chest against mine as I gently petted her hair. The room was dim, illuminated only by the soft glow of her nightlight casting gentle shadows on the walls. The rhythmic motion of my hand on her head was meant to soothe, to comfort, but my mind was restless, churning with unspoken fears and unanswered questions."How did you get lost today, sweetheart?" I asked softly, my voice barely a whisper in the quiet of the night. It was a question that had been gnawing at me ever since I found her, tear-streaked and trembling, at the edge of the woods that she knew so well. Those woods had been her playground, a place of adventure and imagination, yet today they had turned into a labyrinth that had swallowed her up and spat her out, terrified and confused.She didn't answer right away. Instead, she burrowed deeper into my embrace, her tiny fingers clutching at my shirt as if she feared I might disappear if she let g

ZaneThe woods were thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, a familiar and almost comforting aroma that belied the tension in my muscles. Every step Amanda took seemed purposeful, her movements fluid and confident as she navigated the dense forest. I followed her at a cautious distance, my heart pounding in my chest with a mixture of fear and adrenaline. The underbrush rustled underfoot, and I had to carefully place each step to avoid making noise. I couldn't afford to alert her to my presence.Amanda had always been a force to reckon with. Her reputation for ruthlessness was well-earned, and the thought of her discovering me trailing her sent a shiver down my spine. I knew that if she saw me, she wouldn't hesitate to eliminate the threat. The stakes were high, but I needed to know where she was headed and what she was planning. This was a dangerous game, one where a single mistake could cost me my life.As I moved through the shadows, I saw her pause, her head tilting slightly a

ZaneWatching Amanda fight was like witnessing a tempest in a human form. Her movements were fluid and fierce, each strike calculated and precise. I stood at a distance, concealed by the shadows of the thick forest, my heart a strange mix of admiration and regret. She fought with a bravery that was almost otherworldly, deflecting blows with a grace that belied the raw power behind them. It wasn't going to be easy to take her down. My men knew it, and I knew it too. But we had our orders."Amanda!" I shouted, my voice cutting through the chaos of the skirmish. She turned, her eyes locking onto mine, and I saw it—the flicker of suspicion, the dawning realization. She knew something was off. She'd always been perceptive, too perceptive. Her eyes, filled with a mixture of pain and betrayal, bore into me."Zane?" she called back, her voice strained from the exertion. "What the hell is going on?"For a split second, I considered telling her everything, explaining that the attackers surround