Chapter Two

Ella

"You backstabbing bitch! I should rip your fake heart out and feed it to the fucking crabs!" I snarled under my breath. 

My fists clenched deep in the warm sand as rage exploded through every vein like liquid silver fire.

My spirit and soul were angry. 

They demanded vengeance and I swear, I would get them. 

My eyes snapped open to a brutal sun blasting down, forcing me to slap both hands over my face. 

What the actual fuck? 

Where am I?

I looked around and I noticed the warm sand cradled on my ass. 

As if that was not all, I saw the waves crashing nearby. 

What the hell?

Is this a kind of dream?

This looked like the universe was pulling a stunt on me like the world had not just ended with my head rolling across a blood-soaked platform. 

No way! This place looks so familiar. 

It looks like the exact beach in Malibu that my friends and I…Ex-friends had visited in June 2024 for the summer holiday. 

I sat up fast as my heart kept hammering against my chest like war drums. 

The timeline slammed into me and it struck me immediately. 

2024, was the last trip. 2025, I got mated to that worthless prick Cole and I could not go on a vacation because I had pack duties. 

May 2026, they poured wolfsbane on my flesh, peeled my skin like overcooked meat, and chopped my fucking head off. 

So why the hell was I here with my neck still in place? 

Was I going down memory lane before finally going to hell?

I ran my trembling fingers across my throat and I could not find the axe wound. 

There was also no jagged scar where my vertebrae had crunched and hot blood had rushed out. 

But that didn't make sense. 

With wolfsbane in my system, my healing should be very slow or was it because I was in the afterlife?

“You are not in the afterlife, dumbass,” a sharp, sultry voice purred inside my skull.

I turned around immediately, hoping to find who said that. 

“Who the fuck said that?! Show yourself! Show yourself now!” I thundered but there was no one. 

All I saw was seagulls and the crashing waves. 

I shoved to my feet with my shaky legs, trying to make sense of things. 

I kept stalking the shoreline ready to tear apart whatever ghost that was trying to play  with me.

The voice returned but this time, it was louder. 

“I’m Giselle and I'm Your wolf.  You being reborn ripped the chains off me. Guess what? The Moon Goddess heard your dying prayer when you were soaked in tears and blood while your head left your body. She dragged us back to get revenge.”

"Oh,” I tried to mutter some words but I was beyond shocked. 

Thankfully, she continued talking. 

"Remember why we are here before you let Cole knot you like a desperate whore and ruin everything. Don’t waste this second chance, Ella. Or I will take over and kill everyone myself,” she added. 

Power surged through me and I enjoyed every bit of it. 

My claws slid out, digging crescents into my palms until blood trickled hot down my wrists. 

Yes,Revenge!

That's exactly why I was given a second chance. 

The word tasted like honeyed venom on my tongue. 

This was the perfect time and I would not throw away this chance. 

I would become the nightmare they created.

“I swear on every drop of blood that they spilled from me,” I growled aloud and my voice was thick with tears that I refused to shed. 

“I will destroy them and I will start with Vivi, that two-faced slut.”

I laughed out loud as the thought of it made me very excited. 

Everything was playing out perfectly and I will make good use of it. 

“And Cole? I would rather shove silver up my own cunt than let him touch me again. This life? It's Mine. I will choose me, and I will choose revenge.”

“Ella!” 

A sugary voice screamed my name and I could spot the fake excitement in it. 

I turned, and I saw Vivi, the treacherous bitch, jogging toward me in that matching skimpy set. 

She had two coconuts with straws swinging in her hands and her tits kept bouncing like they had not spent the last life wrapped around my mate’s dick.

What a pity!

She can't see what is coming for her. 

Giselle snarled inside me and she was equally excited for what will come next. 

“Smile, you vengeful goddess. Don’t let her smell the rage in you yet. We have to play her game first. Then, we beat the whore at it. If you slip up, we will lose everything. Be smart! Don't let her suspect anything!”

I forced my lips into a wide, dazzling grin even as hatred boiled in the pit of my stomach. 

Giselle was right. 

I have to act like I didn't know everything yet.

Every step she took closer made me want to claw out her eyes from her pretty face. 

I wanted to take her tongue out, and make her choke on the lies she had spewed.

She reached me finally and she kept breathing heavily, shoving one coconut into my hand. 

“Hey bestie! This is for you. I was finally able to get it. It has extra rum, just how my favorite girl likes it.”

Before I was able to open my mouth to speak, a deep, once-knee-weakening voice cut in from behind her. 

I did not need any angle to tell me who it was. 

“What about me?” Cole, My ex-mate asked. 

He was radiating alpha energy bullshit while in that board shorts. 

He had the same cocky smirk that used to make me drip. 

Now, that same smirk made me want to vomit blood.

Vivi didn’t even glance back and her eyes remained locked on mine. 

“Girls gotta stick together.”

Yeah right, you filthy, backstabbing whore, I thought, grinning wider as I held the coconut drink. 

Stick together so I can slide a blade right between your ribs while you beg for mercy. 

“Yeah, right. You know, I really enjoy our friendship and I wish it lasts forever,” I lied, still staring at the coconut. 

I wonder what I should do with this. 

A lot of emotions crashed over me and the fury inside me was so hot that it scorched my insides. 

I had to forgive myself for being the naïve bitch I used to be. 

I didn't know anything before.

But now?

I had knowledge, I had time and I had a wolf finally unleashed and hungry for slaughter.

“Uhmmm, Ella. Is anything wrong? You aren't drinking your drink and I'm almost done with mine,” she asked, pretending like she cared.