Reborn To 19

Natalia's Pov 

A sharp pull dragged me out of endless darkness, and my eyes flew open as air rushed violently into my lungs like I had been drowning.

I gasped hard, my chest heaving uncontrollably.

For a moment, I couldn’t move—couldn’t even think.

I simply lay there staring blankly at the ceiling while my mind struggled to understand why everything felt so wrong.

“This… doesn’t feel right,” I whispered hoarsely, my voice dry and unfamiliar to my own ears.

Suddenly, the bedroom door burst open, and a young she-wolf, no older than twenty, rushed inside. Panic flashed across her face the moment she saw me awake.

“My Lady!” she cried, hurrying to my bedside. “You’re finally awake. Are you alright? You’ve been unconscious for two days.”

Two days. 

The words echoed hollowly inside my head.

Slowly, I pushed myself upright, but the movement immediately felt strange. My body felt lighter… and younger.

“Where am I?” I asked quietly, scanning the room carefully.

The maid blinked in confusion.

“My Lady?” My eyes swept across the room again.

I looked around more carefully this time, taking in the soft cream curtains, the polished wooden dresser, the faint scent of lavender in the air. Everything felt too familiar.

“I asked you something,” I said in a firmer voice. “Where am I?”

“You’re in your room, My Lady,” she answered hesitantly. “I’m Shantel. Do you… not remember?”

My room?

That didn’t make sense.

My gaze dropped slowly to my body, as my hand instinctively flew to my stomach. I expected pain, a wound, anything–but there was nothing

No blood, no scar, no silver burn, my breath caught in my throat.

That wasn't possible because I remembered everything. 

The silver dagger buried deep in my stomach. The unbearable agony.

My body collapsing into a pool of blood while my wolf faded into silence.

Before I could stop myself, I threw the covers aside and climbed out of bed, ignoring Shantel’s startled gasp.

“I need a mirror.”

“My Lady, you should rest first—”

“I said I need a mirror.”

My wolf tone slipped out instinctively, making her lower her head immediately before stepping aside.

My heartbeat thundered violently in my chest as I crossed the room toward the tall mirror standing in the corner.

Then I froze.

Because the girl staring back at me wasn’t the woman I remembered dying.

This girl looked younger. Her skin was smooth and untouched, not a single scar from Samantha’s claws marked her face.

Even her eyes still held traces of innocence, something I knew I had lost long ago.

My trembling fingers slowly rose to touch my face, my reflection copying the same movement perfectly.

“No…” I whispered shakily.

This wasn’t possible.

I stared at myself desperately, searching for any sign that this was an illusion or some cruel dream. But it wasn’t.

My chest tightened as the truth settled in– I wasn't dead. This was me before the betrayal, before Shane murdered me, before everything fell apart.

I had returned to the past. To when I was nineteen years old.

My heart pounded wildly as my eyes widened…The Moon Goddess had heard my final prayer, and she had given me another chance.

Behind me, Shantel’s hesitant voice broke through my thoughts.

“My lady… your mate came earlier to see you today. I told him you were resting.”

The word mate snapped something into place. I turned to her slowly. 

“Mate?” I repeated coldly, and she nodded nervously.

“Yes, My Lady. Your wedding to Shane Whitmore is tomorrow.”

The moment his name left her lips, horrifying memories came crashing back.

Shane staring down at me with cold, emotionless eyes while I bled to death.

His lips pressed against Samantha, my stepsister, while my body lay broken on the floor.

My hands curled tightly into fists as rage burned through my veins.

So it was real, and none of it had been a dream. I stood there silently for a long moment, letting everything sink in.

Then a cold smile slowly formed on my lips.

If I was truly back… things would be different this time. I wouldn't be making the same mistakes by marrying Shane Whitmore again. And this time, I wasn’t going to die.

****

Walking toward the dining hall felt surreal, like stepping back into a life I had already lived once before.

Shantel had informed me that my father was waiting there, so after changing clothes, I made my way downstairs.

The moment the massive dining hall doors opened, the scent of fresh meat, wine, and Pack wolves hit me all at once.

At the head of the long table sat my father, Alpha Russo De Capo of the Moonshine Pack, speaking quietly with his Beta, Caius, Shane’s father.

The moment my father saw me, relief softened his expression.

“There you are,” he said warmly. “Natalia, you’re finally awake. I was beginning to worry.”

“I’m fine, Father,” I replied smoothly as I took my seat beside him.

Servants immediately placed food before me, but I barely touched it before another scent drifted into the room.

Samantha.

My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin the moment her scent reached me.

“Good morning, Father,” Samantha greeted sweetly as she entered the dining hall.

Father gave her a brief nod before returning to his drink, then her eyes immediately shifted toward me.

“So, Natalia,” she began with a smile, “you must be excited about your wedding tomorrow.”

I calmly wiped my lips with a napkin before finally looking at her.

“Why does that concern you?” Her smile faltered slightly.

“I was only asking.”

“And I’m asking why.”

Silence immediately fell over the table, even the servants seemed to tense, but before Samantha could respond, my father cleared his throat lightly.

“Natalia,” he said carefully, “everything has already been prepared for tomorrow. Have you at least seen your wedding dress?”

I turned toward him calmly.

“Father, I don’t care about the dress.” His brows furrowed.

“Because there won’t be a wedding tomorrow.”

The sound of cutlery dropping against a plate echoed sharply through the hall as my father’s expression darkened immediately.

“What do you mean?”

I held his gaze steadily.

“I’m not marrying Shane Whitmore.” Shock rippled across the room.

“I reject him as my mate.” Samantha’s eyes widened instantly.

“You’re joking, right? But—”

I turned toward her sharply before she could finish speaking.

“Mind your own business,” I snarled, slamming both fists against the table hard enough for my claws to crack the wood beneath them. A violent burst of my wolf energy rolled off me, making Samantha flinch instantly as her wolf reacted submissively to my dominance.

Before either of us could speak again, my father’s deep Alpha voice cut through the tension.

“Natalia,” he said firmly, “this isn’t a decision you should make lightly—”

“This is my decision, Father,” I interrupted coldly, refusing to back down.

The room fell silent again, and for a long moment, my father simply studied me carefully.

Then he finally exhaled.

“I had high hopes for the wedding, considering his father is a very good friend of mine,” he said heavily. “But if this is truly what you want, then the wedding will be canceled.” Relief flickered briefly through me.

“However,” he continued, “you must choose another fiancé within the next three days.”