Reborn, I Left：Now The Alpha Begs

“Ah—” Sloane let out a delicate gasp.

Silas pinned her against the sofa, his sharp canines piercing the back of her neck without hesitation.

He was marking her.

As the mark was completed, Silas’s frantic panting gradually subsided. He snapped his eyes open, the dark gold in his irises finally clear.

He looked down at the woman in his arms.

The moment he realized it was Sloane, the defensiveness on his face melted into absolute shock, followed by unhidden ecstasy.

“Sloane? It’s you?” He hugged her tightly, as if holding a lost treasure.

In my past life, in this exact scenario, a clear-headed Silas had shoved me away without hesitation. He wouldn’t even hand me a piece of clothing, just leaving me lying there in a miserable state.

“Silas, you just... you really scared me,” Sloane buried her face in his chest, a shy blush on her cheeks.

Silas seemed to remember something. He looked around and spotted me in the corner.

I was there when Silas was attacked. My arm had been slashed by the rogue’s claws, and blood was currently dripping down my arm.

He saw it, but he completely ignored it.

He gently scooped Sloane up in his arms and strode out the door.

The day's events had drained me. I bandaged my wound hastily and fell into bed.

Late that night, the wound gave me a high fever.

A knock came at the door.

My head was spinning, but the moment I opened the door and saw Silas, I was wide awake.

“What are you doing here?”

Silas leaned against the doorframe, giving me a cold glance. “Thalia, what's your game this time?”

I looked at him in confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He let out a cold, mocking scoff. “Didn't you always want to be my Luna? Why pass up the perfect chance? You called Sloane here on purpose—what's the play? Hard to get?”

My chest tightened as if a heavy stone was crushing it.

I couldn't help but fire back.

“Then what exactly do you want? Saving you was a mistake. Calling the woman you love was a mistake. Maybe I shouldn't have cared that you're the Alpha of the Silver Pine Pack. Maybe I should have just let your wolf go feral and die.”

That was what I really wanted to say, but I was too exhausted. In the end, I just said weakly, “Think whatever you want. If that’s all, I want to rest. I don't feel well.”

My voice was steady but low, and I sniffled slightly.

Silas probably thought I was just acting pitiful for sympathy. A mocking smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“Playing the victim now? You never stop, Thalia. Always full of tricks. If you’re sick, take some medicine. I’m not a doctor.”

Watching his back disappear down the hallway, I let out a long sigh, bone-tired.

Silas and I grew up together. I had loved him since childhood, but he only had eyes for my cousin Sloane.

In my past life, to cater to his tastes, I threw away all my bright dresses for plain clothes and suppressed my fiery personality.

But none of it made him like me any better.

In the end, I finally understood: he didn’t love me not because I wasn’t good enough, but simply because I wasn’t Sloane.

News that Silas had marked Sloane spread quickly.

Besides the gossip, panic rippled through the pack about how a rogue had sneaked into the Alpha’s banquet.

Guards were everywhere, searching.

But I didn't expect them to suddenly barge into my room.

“Miss Grace, we need you to cooperate with the investigation.”

I was told that because I was the first to find Silas after the attack, I was now the prime suspect.

I found it absurd. “But I saved him.”

One of the guards looked at me apologetically. “The Alpha said we can’t rule out the possibility that you orchestrated the whole thing just to make him owe you a favor.”

Hearing that, I suddenly felt that the version of me in my past life, who was so obsessed with him, was utterly pathetic.

So that was who I was in his heart—a ruthless, scheming woman.

I was taken to a dark basement. Silas had ordered that until the truth was found, I wasn't allowed to leave.

Not only that, but he confiscated my phone and forbade anyone from bringing me food or water.

There were no windows in the basement, just the damp smell of mold.

The chill from the floor seeped into my bones.

The high fever made my consciousness blur.

After a whole day passed, I completely passed out.