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Reborn! Princess Leila's Second Chance

Reborn! Princess Leila's Second Chance

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last updateLast Updated : 2025-09-04
By:  Lana MoraOngoing
Language: English
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Werewolf

Divorce

Reborn

Second Chance

Alpha

"I, Leila Steen of the Lycan King's Pack, rejecgt you, Lucas Lavoie, Alpha of Kingfisher Pack."
 "You think this stunt will win me over? You're gravely mistaken." In her past life, Leila, a Lycan princess, cast aside her pride to appease her mate, Lucas - a cold, merciless Alpha whose heart belonged to another. While Leila groveled for scraps of his affection, the entire kingdom whispered of his torrid affair with Josephine, his true love. Scorned and discarded, Lucas drained every ounce of Leila's worth, leaving her to perish in agony on an operating table. Reborn with fire in her veins, Leila vows to reclaim her destiny and sever ties with the man who shattered her. But after her bold rejection and demand for divorce, Lucas, once repulsed by her very existence, undergoes a shocking transformation, pleading for a second chance. Unmoved by his groveling, Leila turns away, her gaze fixed on a new horizon - and into the arms of Darren, Lucas' fiercest rival, whose dangerous allure promises a future forged in passion and power.

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68 Chapters
Chapter 1
LeilaThe sterile scent of antiseptic stung my nostrils, mingling with the metallic tang of my own blood. I lay on the operating table, its cold surface biting into my skin through the flimsy gown, a slab of ice beneath a dying flame.Pain tore through me, each contraction a jagged blade twisting in my gut.I was 27, a Lycan Princess, and yet here I was, unraveling on this frigid bed, my life seeping out in crimson rivers. The room hummed with the relentless beep of machines, a mocking pulse against my fading one.I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms, but the physical agony was nothing compared to the hollow ache gnawing at my soul.With the last scraps of my strength, I reached out through the Mindlink, my mental voice a frail whisper -"Lucas, please."The plea trembled in the dark expanse of my mind, but it met only silence, a wall as unyielding as stone.He had blocked me again, severed the bond that should have tethered us.My mate, my Alpha, had cast me aside like a
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Chapter 2
LeilaTina stood before me, her arms trembling slightly as she held up two dresses: one a white mesh cake layered dress like a cotton ball, bulky and cheap, the other a red haute couture flame, all passion and silk stitched into its seams.I stared at them, my reflection caught in the cracked mirror behind her - pale, sharp-edged, a woman teetering on the brink of something irreversible. My fingers brushed my forehead, the skin there still tender from too many nights spent clawing at memories."Why don't you wear this white silk dress, Luna?" Tina's voice was soft, tentative, like she was coaxing a wounded animal. She lifted the white one higher, its folds sagging like a defeated sigh.I didn't answer right away. My eyes fixed on that dress, that wretched thing. I remembered it - how could I not? The way it had hung on me at the dance, too tight in all the wrong places, too loose where it mattered. I'd worn it for Lucas, aping Josephine's prim elegance, thinking it would draw his gaze
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Chapter 3
LucasThe silver glow of the full moon sliced through the ballroom's crystal light like an ice-tempered blade. I was bending to fix Josephine's bow tie—part of our plan, letting her play "up-and-coming investment prodigy" at the auction to pave her way into the family business—when a strange scent hit my nose.Not her usual lily of the valley. Something wild, like white roses, sharp with the hot, wolfish pheromones of a full moon.My wolf surged in my chest.When I looked up, my throat went tight. Leila stood in the spin door's glow, her red dress like a blood-soaked battle flag. Its hem stirred a faint wind as it brushed the floor, carrying that scent farther. Her neck was taut, collarbone just visible under her choker; those almond eyes, once dewy, now looked like moon-hardened obsidian, sweeping the room with a cool, almost arrogant calm.This wasn't my Leila.Once, she'd worn frilly white dresses, trailing after me, hem brushing my boot heels like a clingy pup. Every full moon, her
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Chapter 4
LeilaA corner of the velvet curtain in the second-floor box fluttered open in the night wind, and the chill of the full moon slapped my face. I twirled the cold paddle between my fingers, watching Lucas in the box across—he was bent low, listening to Josephine, his profile soft in the light. But I caught it clear: his fingers, draped over the armrest, were unconsciously rubbing at something. A nervous habit, that. Back in my last life, every time I'd wept and asked why he never came home, he'd rub the table like that, irritation plain in his eyes. Funny, isn't it? Now I couldn't be bothered to spare him a glance, and he was the one squirming. "Next item: Skagen Abode." The auctioneer's voice boomed through the speakers, laced with perfunctory enthusiasm. A map lit up the screen, a red circle marking an inland stretch—on its edges, half-built, abandoned structures. To everyone else, it was a forgotten backwater: no coast, no existing roads, not even the most reckless developers both
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Chapter 5
Darren"Ten billion?" Caccius's champagne flute clanged against the marble edge, amber liquid splattering across his snow-white silk shirt. He grabbed my wrist. "She paid ten billion for that?! That shithole doesn't even have a road fit for a carriage. Ten billion could buy three estates with private hunting grounds on the Gold Coast! Is she mad or something?"I didn't lift a hand to push him off. My gaze, sharp as a driven nail, bored into that scarlet shadow in the opposite box.Leila sat in the velvet-draped darkness, only half her profile visible. The light carved her taut jawline, sharp as a blade chiseled from moonstone. Her fingers curled around the bidding paddle, knuckles prominent, nails painted a deep red verging on black—like fingertips just pulled from a heart. Even twenty meters away, I caught her scent: cloying sweet like white roses, sharp with the cold of moon-crystal, seeping through the vents to burn a scalding itch in my lungs.Three years.That smell was a brand, s
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Chapter 6
LeilaJosephine leaned toward Lucas, her voice a nervous flutter. "I just feel… ten billion is really a big loss for us… No, I mean, for Alpha…" Her cheeks bloomed pink, her eyes darting to the floor as if she could bury her words there.Lucas' face darkened, his jaw tightening until I thought it might crack. The air around him shifted, sharp and electric, the way it always did when his temper stirred. Josephine sensed it too, her lips snapping shut, her hands twisting the strap of her clutch. She looked small, fragile, like a bird caught in a storm.I kept my gaze forward, my face a mask of indifference, but my mind churned. Ten billion. The number was a wound, raw and bleeding, a testament to the cracks in Lucas' empire. He'd been unraveling for months—late nights, hushed calls, the scent of whiskey on his breath when he thought I wasn't paying attention. I was always paying attention.A shadow moved through the crowd, smooth and deliberate, like a wolf stalking through tall grass.
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Chapter 7
Lucas"I want a divorce," Leila said. Her voice cut through the silence, cold and deliberate, like a blade sliding across stone. She stood near the door, arms crossed, her chin lifted as if she were some queen passing judgment.I turned, slow, my breath catching in my throat. "Have you lost your mind?" The words came out rough, scraped from somewhere deep inside me."I'm calm." Her eyes met mine, unyielding, no trace of the softness I'd once known. "And I'm done with you."My pulse hammered against my skull. How dare she? I was her mate - her fucking mate. The bond between us wasn't some trinket she could toss aside. It was blood and bone, a tether no one could break. Not her. Not anyone. I took a step toward her, my hands curling into fists. "You don't mean that.""I do." Her lips barely moved, but the certainty in her voice was a slap across my face.Normally, I'd have ignored it - called it a tantrum, a flare of temper she'd regret by morning. But tonight, her stance, her scent, th
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Chapter 8
DarrenI never feel comfortable in bars, especially when I couldn't drink.I sat on a worn stool, the leather cracked and peeling beneath me, my phone a cold weight in my hand. The screen stayed dark, taunting me with its silence. Around me, Cassius was a whirlwind of noise and motion, his laughter sharp and grating as he draped himself over a cluster of giggling girls. His shirt hung loose, unbuttoned halfway down his chest, and his eyes gleamed with the kind of reckless joy that only came from too much whiskey.I barely noticed him. My world had narrowed to the phone, to the bet I'd made with him earlier that night - Leila would come home with me before midnight. It was 23:00 now, the clock ticking down like a noose tightening around my neck. One hour left. I wasn't going to lose. Not to Cassius, not to fate, not to anyone.He leaned over, his arm heavy across my shoulders, his breath hot and sour against my ear. "You ever hear that saying, Darren? The phone you're staring at never
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Chapter 9
DarrenShe lay curled on the floor, her red dress shredded, a tattered remnant of something once beautiful. Bruises bloomed across her arms, dark and angry against her pale skin, and she looked small, fragile, like a bird with broken wings. Moonlight spilled through the window, bathing her in a silver glow, her breath a soft, shallow rhythm in the stillness.My heart twisted, rage boiling up hot and thick. Lucas Lavoie. That bastard. How could he leave her like this? How could he touch her, hurt her, and walk away? My fists clenched, nails biting into my palms, but beneath the anger was something deeper - something raw and aching. She didn't deserve this. Not her.She hadn't stirred, hadn't felt me there, and I stepped closer, my boots silent on the cold floor. The bruises on her body gnawed at me - why weren't they healing? Full moon nights made us stronger, our wounds knitting shut under lunar light. But she was haggard, drained, like the moon had abandoned her.Her eyes fluttered o
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Chapter 10
LeilaI opened my eyes.The world swam, a gray smear of shadow and steel, and I pressed my palms to my face, grinding the heels into my sockets. The air tasted stale - metallic, like rust scraped off old pipes. Where was I? I dragged my hands down, blinking against the murk, and the room sharpened into focus. Vast, hollow, with ceilings that loomed too high and walls of naked brick. A loft, maybe, carved out of some dead factory's bones. Everything was low-key, industrial - concrete floors cold as a grave, steel beams glinting dully in the half-light. It smelled of oil and something fainter, something that clung like a whisper.What happened? My mind clawed through fog, piecing together shards of memory. A dream, long and feverish, had swallowed me whole - comfortable, sure, but endless, like sinking into tar. I remembered the night wind slicing past me, my arms locked around Darren's torso, the motorcycle's growl vibrating through my ribs. His leather jacket had pressed against my ch
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