LOGINLena's POV
It was just like I had been punched in the guts. He shoved the knife deeper into me and I coughed out more blood, dropping to my knees as tears gathered in my eyes.
How could he? After everything I had done for him.
"Baby." Xenia cried out, running towards him. I watched as he checked her wound, before kissing her on the lips.
My heart tightened in pain and I cried out, clenching my fists.
Donald turned to look at me, his hands shaking, horror in his eyes as he probably realized what he just did.
Xenia on the other hand, just smirked, using her leg to hit me on the chest to the ground as she laughed manically.
"You are such a fool to think I ever befriended you in the first place because I liked you." She began as I winced in agony, trying to stop the bleeding.
"It was the opposite. I hated you and wanted to snatch everything from you. It's why I drugged your dad that night and made him sleep with me." Xenia revealed and I froze.
"Lena, Lena, are you alright?" Chole tried desperately to reach me but all I could hear was Xenia's mockery and the look on Donald's face when he stabbed me, all because of her.
"You were just too soft and gullible. If you have a next life, be more smart and try to live for yourself." Xenia grinned before grabbing her heels and slamming them into my eyes.
As I breathed my last, all I could remember were her words. She was right, I never lived for myself.
I desperately tried to please everyone, including Dad, and look where it led me?
My mum died when I was 18, involved in a mysterious accident and Dad remarried Xenia a year later, neglecting me completely.
I came across his will once and saw that 95 percent was to go to Xenia, 2 percent to me, and 3 percent to the homeless.
He hated me that much. It was why he made me move out, always believing Xenia lies about me, and I thought Donald was the one who truly cared, but he was snatched too.
Then I remembered Griffin's warning and anyhow he always shielded me from my Dad's scolding, even though he tormented me often.
If I could have a next life, I would make things right, I wouldn't care about anyone but myself, and revenge.
Just then;
"Lena, we are awaiting your decision." I heard a familiar voice say, and I flicked my eyes open to see that I was surrounded by people.
My lips parted in shock as I saw Griffin and his Dad, then my dad, Xenia, and Donald, who had been forced to come to this meeting with me.
Wait a minute! What was I doing a year back?
Today was my 19th birthday and also the anniversary of Dad and Xenia's wedding. She was clinging to his arm while staring at Donald who winked at her.
I noticed this too, then, but gullible me thought it was just a harmless greeting.
"Xenia, we don't have all day." My dad scolded, frowning down at me. I was about to speak when:
"Enough Mr. Greece, let her take the time she needs." Griffin cut in for me.
My dad could only seal his mouth while Donald nudged me with a smile.
I wanted to puke at that moment, suddenly feeling like a thousand bugs were crawling on my skin as he touched me.
How could I have ever endured someone like this?
Wait! Does this mean I was reborn?
Today was the day I refused to be Griffin's fiancée, announcing Donald as my boyfriend. Dad was beyond furious but Xenia had calmed him down, and I felt grateful, thinking she was acting on my Interest.
How badly I wanted to laugh now.
Instead, I stood up and walked towards Griffin, who looked taken aback to see me stretching my hand towards him.
"Put the ring on. I accept." I smiled at him and Griffin's jaw dropped.
Everyone gasped while all colors drained out of Donald's face.
Before anyone else could talk, Xenia stood up with a pale expression.
"Then why is Donald here? I thought you told me you would introduce him as your boyfriend." She blurted out.
"What?" Dad shouted and I smirked, knowing exactly what she wanted to do.
"Told you? We haven't talked in months, are you trying to ruin my engagement?" I half-yelled and Xenia trembled when Dad turned to glare at her.
"Then why was I brought here?" Donald spoke up and I giggled.
"To support me, of course. Aren't you my friend?" I pouted and I caught Griffin smirking.
He stood up to place the ring on my finger, wrapping his hand around my waist like it had always belonged there.
He leaned in to whisper.
"I don't know what games you are playing, but I am sure loving this, so count me in."
I rolled my eyes and leaned more into his embrace, surprisingly finding comfort in it.
Donald looked like I had dealt him a huge blow and seemed like he wanted to speak further when Griffin's dad, Mr. Walker, stood up.
"Since the engagement is set. Griffin and Lena would be moving in together at the end of the month." He announced and I trembled.
Wait! What?
"Why?" I asked and Dad raised his eyebrows at me.
I could understand why. He does know his daughter better than anyone and former me, wouldn't have had the guts to ask.
"So you guys can get more familiar with one another before the wedding, dear." Mr. Walker smiled warmly at me, and I couldn't resist the urge to return it.
"Alright then." I agreed, putting it in mind that I had two more weeks to make Xenia's life in this mansion, a living hell.
"Dad, I would be staying here till then," I told him, then left the room with Griffin, giving no space for my dad to say otherwise.
They were all going to regret messing with me.
"Mind telling me how your answer became yes instead of a no?" Griffin inquired, suddenly looking handsome to me, in his black warm-ups.
He had an alluring, long red hair that was braided, dark eyes, and cherry, red lips that moved gently as he talked.
When did this pig become so attractive?
"I have my reasons, so play along," I warned him, and he raised his two hands up.
"Whatever you say princess, see you later." He winked and ran after his dad who waved at me, despite being on the phone.
I waved back, feeling my heart exploding with warmth.
What was this feeling?
How could I have missed all these previously?
"Lena." I heard an annoying voice behind me and turned around to scowl at Donald, who had his hands folded across his chest.
"What was that stunt?" He snarled.
"What stunt?" I questioned, pretending to be clueless, and he stomped his feet on the ground in frustration.
"You said you would cancel the engagement and before we entered the house, even insulted Griffin, promising to rather die than marry him." He yelled and I stood still.
I said that? Damn!
"I wasn't in my right state of mind then, besides Griffin isn't that bad if you get to know him." I defended and Donald looked at me like I had grown two heads.
If someone had told me in my past life that I would say something like this, I would have murdered the person.
"It seems like I don't know you. You are acting differently." Donald pointed out and I glared as I watched Xenia about to....
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Lilith’s POV I didn’t hear him come in. One moment I was staring at the wall, trying not to think, and the next, Griffin’s voice cut through the silence.“Lilith.”I jumped. My heart was already pounding, but hearing his voice made it worse.“I… I didn’t hear you.” I swallowed hard.He didn’t answer right away. Just stepped closer, hands behind his back. Calm. Too calm. The kind of calm that makes your stomach twist.“I need you to look at this.” He set a small tablet on the table. A screen lit up. Names. Dates. Spells. My own handwriting. My own stupid, desperate marks.I blinked. “W-what is this?” My voice sounded smaller than I expected.“You know what it is,” he said quietly. His eyes weren’t angry. They were… steady. Piercing.“I… I didn’t mean—” I started, then stopped. What was there to mean? I had tried. And I had failed.“You didn’t mean,” he repeated, his voice soft but firm. “You thought you were helping. But it’s all here. Every spell, every word, every step you took. You
Xenia’s POVThe room feels smaller when no one is standing on your side.I notice it the moment I walk into the council antechamber. Same stone walls. Same long table. Same faces I’ve known for years. Elders. Pack leaders. People who used to nod at me, smile at me, lean in when I spoke.Now?They don’t look at me at all.I straighten my shoulders anyway. Habit. Pride. Maybe denial.“Shall we begin?” I ask lightly, like this is just another meeting.No one answers.Elder Maelor clears his throat. “You may sit.”May.That word stings more than I expect. I take the seat anyway, crossing my legs slowly, refusing to rush. If this is going to be a performance, I’ll control my part.I glance around. “I was told this was urgent.”“It is,” Tamsin says. Her voice is careful. Distant. “Things have… shifted.”I smile. “They always do.”No one smiles back.My fingers curl against my knee. Fine. Let’s skip the warm-up.“So,” I say, tilting my head. “What’s the concern?”Corvin finally looks at me.
Griffin’s POVI’ve stood in front of packs before.The open grounds stretched wide beneath the sky, filled with wolves from every direction. Their scents layered the air: pine and iron, ash and rain, old bloodlines and unfamiliar ones. Neutral packs stood beside former rivals. Old allies watched from careful distances. Some faces I recognized instantly. Most I didn’t.They stood in loose rows, not arranged by rank or territory, watching quietly. Waiting.There was no council table. No raised platform. No structure meant to elevate anyone above the rest.Just earth beneath our feet, sky overhead, and the truth we’d all come to face.Lena stood beside me.Not behind me. Not half a step back in deference. Directly at my side, her shoulder aligned with mine. Her hand was in mine, warm and steady. I felt no tremor there, no hesitation.I leaned slightly toward her, lowering my voice. “You okay?”She nodded once, breath slow and even. “Yeah. I’m ready.”That answer told me more than any spe
Lena’s POVI used to think power would announce itself.That it would feel like noise—like heat rushing through my veins or thunder cracking open the sky. I thought it would make everything sharper, louder, impossible to ignore. I imagined people shrinking when I walked into a room, imagined myself standing taller just by existing.That’s not how it feels at all.It feels quiet.Too quiet, sometimes.I’m standing in the council hall again, but the room isn’t the same as it was before. There are no whispers following me, no half-hidden glances traded behind folded hands. No one is pretending this is routine or manageable.Everyone knows what happened.Ryker didn’t soften anything. He didn’t frame it gently or give anyone space to explain it away. He laid out the evidence piece by piece until there was nowhere left to hide. Xenia’s name doesn’t need to be spoken now. It lingers in the air but everyone seems afraid of it. She isn’t here.Neither is Donald.Lilith is.She stands near the







