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LOGINTRIVIA's POV.
“princess?” I asked aloud, and then it dawned on me that they might have been mistaken.. I glanced slowly around, but nothing struck my familiarity. Before getting a chance to talk, a pair of strange domineering yet drop--dead gorgeous green orbs bore into mine.
I remained stiff in bed, strangely attracted to the pair of green eyes that drew closer to me. . I said nothing, and neither did he bother to say a thing.. I felt his eyes scan my body. Head to toe while I melted beneath his gaze.
"Finally,"Finally, you are awake, my love.” He blurted out, and a frown was quick to etch to my lips.. I parted my lips as if to make complaints but I ended up smiling meekly for no reason at all.
“Mate!” Fionna helped blurt put through my lips, fighting hard to take control.. I tried locking her off the mind link to no avail, my always gloomy and weak wolf suddenly became energetic
“He's ours! Mine! Mine! Mate!” She rang through my ears,yet those words repeatedly eased off my lips.
“I know we are bound to be together.. We belong together, now and forever the only Irish--looking handsome level of GreekGreek god added to me.
He trailed his hand and drove my hair slowly. Itucked the fallen strand behind my ears and slowly towards my face. I froze in place while his hands grazed across my lips.
I was no princess. I knew something was definitely odd; the way he looked at me, I could see it in his face. I looked like the most priceless treasure he had.
“Get away from me, you fucking freak,” I snapped as soon as I averted my gaze, off from whatever trance it was that I had been in.
“I don't know you! Don't touch me,” I snapped while he pulled away from me.
“You really must have hit your head hard. You don't remember who I am?” He asked, like that was meant to ring a bell.
“Who the fuck are you? And why are you looking at me with those enchanting, loving, green eyes? I asked again. I swallowed hard and ran my hands into my hair from frustration. What was he doing to me?
The door pushed open right on cue again as two figures made their way hastily into the room. ! My heart skipped beats at the sudden recognition of the faces before me.
“Mom? Dad?” I called out, but then it wasn't possible; they were dead. Seven years ago.
“ trivia.. You made us worried! We told you to stop wandering those fields alone! You could have died!" ! My mother yelled and pressed her body onto mine as streaks of tears fell off her cheeks.
It wasn't a dream; it seemed vivid at first, but then her warm tears fell against my skin. And I knew immediately no dream could be that real.
“A minute” I yelled, jumped off the bed, rushing towards the bathroom, pushed open the door, and there I was, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I looked the fucking same. I pulled off the top to the side as the memory eased into my head.
I was shot by an arrow. I remember.
But to my surprise, there was no sign of any injury. I had my cheeks pulled as it was as real as anything else. Something was off.
I didn't travel back In time, I looked the same age and around the same body; nothing had changed; things looked pretty modern as well. The arrow did not cause any injuries. My parents, who died in a car accident, were out there, and there was an oddly-looking hot man calling me his love. What was I missing?.
“Babe! Are you okay? Should I come in? Is anything wrong?” He asked again, and my heart hammered against my chest. Had he just called me babe?.
I have not seen that man all through my life. How on earth was it fucking possible?
The door flung open right on cue, and the same annoyingly hot guy stormed into the bathroom.
"Uh, excuse me, manners?! I could have been naked for all I know,” I asked, yelling at the top of my voice. A smirk eased up to his lips, and I saw him zone out for a bit. The look in his eyes spoke volumes of the dirtiest thoughts.
“There is not an inch I have not seen, but honestly, you are scaring me trivia; what's the deal? " he asked, totally oblivious to the situation at hand. I peered my head slightly behind as it seemed to be the same case with that of my parents, who were breathing fine and seemed to be anything but dead.
“Trivia. At least. That's a good sign. I'm the same person.” I added in, trying hard to wrap my head around all that had happened.
“Babe? What's wrong?” He asked again; fuck, even his voice was hot. deep and sultry, hearing his voice worked up a nerve in me. I felt a heat rush between my thighs.
“Easy..love..come here.. I'll help calm your nerves.” He added, pulling closer to me with his arms wide, I launched past him and stormed out of the bathroom towards my parents, who both stared at me like nothing other than an insane person.
“Who are you?” I asked, my fingers pointed at Mr. Sexy, and then I turned my gaze suspiciously towards the two figures who were supposedly meant to be my parents. ``you both.. Who are you? My parents died seven years ago. What's going on?” I added worry and panic evident in my tone.
“I am Zed, your mate, your best friend. They are your parents; you went off hiking just as usual; a storm hit; you fell off; a head hit; and luckily, you are alive. But you don't seem to remember much, do you?” He asked, and I shook my head.
None of it rang a bell; something entirely different had happened.
“You are Trivia, the daughter of Alpha Clark and Luna Tessa. In a week, your twenty-fourth birthday is coming up. You were born on May sixth. Does it ring a bell?” He added in again, and that had struck a nerve!I ran with my hand into my hair again.
In my world, I was clocking twenty-four, but then I was born on July fourteenth.”
“Oh shit!” I muttered, and as it dawned on me, I had been given a second chance at life. I remained the daughter of the alphas, the same wolf and person, but it wasn't me. This life.. It belonged to another; it was in a fucking alternate universe. I had been granted a chance to take revenge on Erebus. And this time I had a fucking hot mate.

ISABELLA'S POV.“That bastard! Who does he think he is?” I raged, storming through the corridors out towards my supposed bedroom; anger coursed through my veins with each step I took. He humiliated me, the bastard. How dare he compare me to Alessia? What sort of freak does he tend to be? She shot him.She shot him!.Alesia had put a bullet through him, and he was out there drooling about it. I knew he was a sick psycho, but even at that, he was still in love with her.I bit against my lips, running my fingers through my hair as soon as I slammed the door to my room. I tapped my foot against the floor, anxiety easing through me. What exactly had made me change my mind? I had the bastard, I let him leave and breathe. I spared his life, and that was the thanks I got.Act like a ricci? I wasn't up to Alessia's standards? I'm his wife now?.He had a lot to gloat about; merely thinking back to the sick smirk on his lips made my insides churn, burn…crawl. I had… I should have emptied the
LUCA'S POV.Bloody fuck.She's poison; every word that came off her lips was no better than venom, and I just kissed her?.“Are you insane?” She asked. Spitting continuously against the grass, I watched, not moving as she wiped at her lips aggressively and then turned back to face me, her eyes filled with rage.“You talk too much, Isabella. Weren't you so jealous earlier? What's so hurtful about a kiss?” I inhaled again, grinning wider, trying to mask my own surprise.I had kissed her without thinking, and if looks could kill, I bet I'd be dead by now.“You may be married to this facade we have going on, but if you bloody touch me without my consent again, I'll murder you,” she spat.A smile stretched on my lips, relieved to see she wasn't thinking too much into the kiss just as I was.“Fine, are you ready to leave now?” I asked again, turning away before she could catch a glimpse of my broken expression.She didn't say a word; she stormed past me, finally reducing her pace as we had
ISABELLA'S POV.He tensed up; his hands trembled as they got loose off the grip i had on.His gaze flickered, an unnamed emotion in them, his eyes bulging out, almost falling out of their sockets. He was stunned, and I could see that was an abstract I never imagined he could have. Just then, I see it too.Of course. Tall, blonde, and oozing confidence. Just his type. And the perfect reason to ignore me.Yet I brushed it aside, shoving the thoughts down, an irritated feeling coursed through me, my eyes on his, anger eating up my senses; he fucked me out.He had a thing for blonde hairs? And why was she smiling so brightly?.But to my surprise, she wrapped her arms over his neck, close enough to him that I had dug my fingers into my palm, trying hard not to yank her by the hair.“I missed you, Luca,” she said, the words flirty and the evident yearning look in her eyes embarrassing me on her behalf.What was she bloody doing?. Seducing a married man in broad daylight?.“It's been too l
LUCA'S POV.My jaw ticked, my eyes not wavering off her as she made her way down the stairs, walking elegantly in the blue, silky, lace, slitted gown I got for her… It had an opening at the back; the fabric had clung perfectly to her curves complimenting every part of her body.Her hair, ran carelessly over her shoulder in a hat, made her more sexy and defiant she looked dangerous; I loved it.She knew how to cause a scene, too bad she'll be making it with me.“Enjoying the view?” She asked, the frown on her face growing deeper as she approached me. Finally standing on the last flight of stairs, I tried hard not to roll my eyes at her comment. “Merely staring at you, makes me want to puke all I had for lunch.” I snapped, turning my gaze away from turning on my feet without waiting for a moment of her response.“Don't act funny, or make baseless remarks, or try making an escape; you'd embarrass yourself, Isabella. Besides, I'm certain you won't want Mattoes's head on a plate,” I asse
ISABELLA'S POV.Cold chills ran down my spine hearing those words, whatever defiance I had, whatever walls I built. Whatever anger and energy and resilience I had before , they all cracked on the spot I let myself loose swinging forward on the rsil standing back to my feets, the iciness of the tiles shot through my skin as I inched forward,I closed all the space between us, hating the god awful annoying grin still on his face.“Don't you dare lay a finger on Matteo, don't you dare …I can see that look in your eyes, you bloody devil. If you lay a finger on my brother, I'll...”“What?” He asked. Cutting into my words, pulling me closer, his arms wrapped behind my waist. I wouldn't mistake this for compassion or a joke impact. Maybe I felt fear for thr first time in a long while; I worked twice as hard. Maintained all public appearances. acting as though I was the only child of my dead mother and dead beat dad,All so Matteo, my poor autistic brother, could stay in his healthcare sc
ISABELLA'S POV.“You sick psychopath!” I cursed, slamming the door shut as I alighted from the car; he walked out the other end with a smirk strapped to the sides of his lips.My eyes trailed off to his sleeves soaked with blood; the bullet meant for me had grazed through his arms, but I couldn't give a flying fuck about it.“I almost died because of you; you brought me down into your war!” I screamed, seething with rage.“So?” He questioned. Corking up his eyebrows like this was some sort of joke. “Maybe next time I'll just let them take you,” he responded, his words dripping with mockery and nonchalance.I watched in awe. My lips parted as he stormed past me, whistling to himself; my heart thumped hard in my chest. Oh, I hated this man.I hated him so much I wanted to strangle the life out of him, but I couldn't; he proved that to me twice. I was weaker compared to him.The automatic doors pushed open as he walked in, and I followed behind, hot on his heels.“You should have; no one








