Love Buried By An Avalanche

It was so cold… In fact, I felt it in my bones. Where was I?

I opened my eyes, frost clinging to my eyelashes. The moment my vision cleared, I saw Ryan Mercer—the man who had once been my mate, the one who had personally pushed me into hell.

I instinctively recoiled. With a thud, I collided hard with the glass, and the intense pain brought me back to my senses. I had been reborn, back to the day of the avalanche.

In my previous life, the oxygen system in the sealed pod failed. Ryan, his childhood friend Eve Hurst, and I were trapped in the snow-capped mountains.

Ryan suggested we save ourselves by digging out. But there were only two sets of thermal suits in the pod. As the top warrior of the Silver Moon pack, Ryan had to be the one to carve the escape route through layers of snow and rock.

So, one of the two suits had to go to him. As for the other suit?

He stood there, hesitating for a while, before finally handing the second suit to me. In that life, I accepted it gratefully.

But this time, I took a firm step back and said calmly, "You should leave with Eve first."

Ryan froze for a moment, mixed feelings flashing across his eyes. But he still sighed in relief and grabbed my hand. "Celine, you're thoughtful as always."

"Eve is like your sister, and I also see her as one. Besides, she's an Omega—her health is fragile, so it's only right to take care of her," I replied with feigned calm.

At the same time, I inadvertently pulled my hand back and forced down the disgust within me.

In my previous life, I had accepted the thermal suit, only to be blamed for taking Eve's life.

I ended up getting imprisoned by Ryan. Not only did he whip me, but he also fed me with silverware. If I ever defied him, he'd stab me with silver nails before violating me and trampling all over my pride and ego.

Back then, he had said, "This is what you owe her."

But now, I had been reborn. I would never make the same mistake again.

"Celine, you're my mate. Typically speaking, I should be saving you first. But now that you've chosen to give Eve the opportunity to escape, you should stay here and wait for me. I'll definitely return with a rescue party to save you!"

As I watched Ryan's and Eve's silhouettes hurrying away from me, I had a feeling they were afraid that I might change my mind. This made me laugh self-depricatingly.

Seriously, I must be really blind in the past.

It had been the same in the previous life. Ryan had hurriedly whisked me away. Eve was left to wait for his return all by herself.

When he came back with the rescue team, the pod had already been buried under thick snow. Eve was left behind on the cold mountain forever.

After that, Ryan showed very little emotion, even appearing indifferent at times. I had suggested taking Eve in as my adopted sister in order to help elevate her status, but he rejected it.

He only held a burial ceremony for her and chose a burial plot with nice scenery.

Once everything was done, Ryan embraced me and whispered softly in my ear, "Celine, I don't want you to worry about people who don't matter."

His embrace was warm and strong, and I felt myself drowning in the intensity of his love.

However, Ryan brought me home to torment me.

He intended to make me atone for Eve for all eternity. He said I owed Eve and that I had to feel the fear and despair she had before her death.

What did I do wrong? What did her death have to do with me? Why should I pay the price with my life?

The cold wind kept gushing into the pod from the entrance, snapping me back to my senses.

I had to save myself.

In my previous life, Ryan sent a rescue team just in time because his beloved Eve was in danger. But this time, his lover was right beside him, so would he still remember me?

I tried to establish a mind-link with him 18 times, but there was no response from him. Not even once.

It was no surprise there. After all, Ryan and Eve were childhood friends. In both lifetimes, the only person he had ever cared about was always Eve.

He had never seen me as a mate, only as a tool to be replaced whenever he pleased. I didn't expect any change of heart from him—after all, he had none.

This time, I would rely on myself!