Reborn for His Ruin

The silver dagger buried itself deep between my ribs, twisting with cruel precision. I gasped, my hands flying to my swollen belly as hot blood spilled over my fingers.  

“No…” The word came out broken, just like everything else in my life.  

Above me, the man I once called mate, my fated, my everything, stared down with cold, empty eyes. Kael Blackthorn. The Alpha who had promised me the world under the full moon, only to rip it away when a richer, more powerful alliance came knocking.  

“You’re nothing but a mistake, Elara,” he snarled, wiping the bloody blade on my torn gown. “A weak, pathetic omega who thought she could trap me with a bastard pup.”  

My vision blurred with tears and pain. Behind him, my own family watched in silence. My father, the once-respected Alpha of the Voss pack, turned his back. My mother simply looked away, clutching her pearls like they were worth more than my life. Betrayal burned hotter than the wound in my chest.  

“I loved you,” I whispered, my voice fading. “I carried your child…”  

Kael laughed, low and cruel. “That thing in your belly dies with you tonight. The Blackthorn empire doesn’t need weak blood.”  

The moon watched silently as they left me there on the cold marble floor of the mansion that was supposed to be my home. Blood pooled beneath me, warm and sticky. I curled around my belly, trying to protect the tiny life that would never get to take its first breath.  

“I’m sorry, little one,” I breathed, tears streaming down my face. “Mommy failed you.”  

Darkness closed in. The last thing I felt was the sharp, tearing pain of my wolf dying inside me, silenced forever. Then… nothing.

I woke up screaming.

My body jackknifed upright, lungs burning as I dragged in desperate gulps of air. Soft silk sheets clung to my sweat-drenched skin. This wasn’t the cold marble floor. This wasn’t death.

This was… a bedroom. Not mine. Not the one I died in.

I scrambled out of the massive four-poster bed, legs shaky, and stumbled toward the full-length mirror across the room. The woman staring back at me wasn’t Elara Voss. She was taller, sharper and more dangerous. Long raven-black hair cascaded down her back. Piercing silver-grey eyes that glowed faintly with inner power. Full lips and curves that screamed seduction instead of the soft, forgettable omega I used to be.

I touched my face, sorry I mean her face and whispered, “What the hell is this?”

Memories slammed into me like a freight train. It wss mot just mine. Hers. Seraphina Voss. Twenty-four years old. Daughter of a disgraced business tycoon whose empire had crumbled under mysterious debts. An heiress in name only, working as an executive assistant to keep the last scraps of dignity but underneath those surface memories, my real ones burned bright. The rejection. The pregnancy. The murder. The child I lost.

The Moon Goddess had listened to my dying prayer for second chance.

I bared my teeth at my reflection, and for the first time in both lives, my wolf stirred stronger, darker and hungrier. I was no longer a weak omega. This body housed something feral. Something that wanted revenge.

A sharp knock on the door made me flinch.

“Miss Voss? The car is waiting. Mr. Blackthorn doesn’t tolerate tardiness.”

Blackthorn.

The name hit me like another dagger. Different man, same bloodline. Damien Blackthorn is Kael’s older brother. The ruthless Alpha billionaire who ruled the entire werewolf corporate world with an iron fist and a reputation for destroying anyone who crossed him. In my old life, I had only heard rumors. Now, according to Seraphina’s memories, I was supposed to start working directly under him today.

Fate had a sick sense of humor.

I dressed quickly in the walk-in closet. I wore an elegant black pencil skirt, crisp white blouse that hugged my new curves, and heels sharp enough to stab a man. My hands trembled only once as I pinned my hair up. When I looked in the mirror again, the woman staring back looked like a weapon wrapped in silk.

Good.

The drive to Blackthorn Tower was a blur of towering skyscrapers and city lights. Lagos pulsed around me, alive and chaotic, so different from the cold European pack territories of my first life. When the sleek black Rolls-Royce finally stopped, I stepped out and craned my neck at the massive obsidian building that pierced the sky like a predator’s fang.

This was his kingdom.

Inside, the lobby smelled of power, polished marble, expensive cologne, and the faint musk of dominant wolves. Employees moved like well-trained soldiers. I kept my head high as I rode the private elevator to the top floor.

The doors opened directly into a sprawling office that looked more like a throne room. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the city. A massive mahogany desk dominated the space and behind it… He stood.

Damien Blackthorn.

Seven feet of pure, terrifying muscle wrapped in a tailored black suit that probably cost more than most people’s homes. Broad shoulders. Sharp jawline shadowed with stubble. Eyes like molten gold that locked onto me the second I stepped inside. His presence slammed into me with raw Alpha power mixed with something darker. Something that made my newly awakened wolf sit up and *whine*.

Mine, she whispered traitorously.

No. Never again.

I forced my face into cool professionalism even as heat pooled low in my belly. This man was dangerous. Not just because he was Kael’s brother, but because every instinct in both my lives screamed that he could ruin me in the most delicious, devastating ways.

“You’re late, Miss Voss,” he said, voice deep and velvet-rough. He didn’t raise it. He didn’t need to. The quiet command in it made my thighs clench involuntarily.

“Traffic,” I replied smoothly, meeting his gaze without flinching. In my old life, I would have lowered my eyes. Not anymore.

Damien’s nostrils flared slightly, as if scenting me. His golden eyes darkened. For a split second, something primal flickered across his face , maybe hunger, recognition or possession. Then it was suddenly gone and replaced by cold arrogance.

“Sit,” he ordered, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk. “We have a lot of work to do. And Seraphina?”

I paused halfway to the chair.

His lips curved into the slightest, most predatory smirk I’d ever seen.

“Try not to disappoint me. I don’t give second chances.”

If only he knew.

I sat down, crossing my legs slowly, deliberately. His gaze dropped to the movement before snapping back up. The air between us crackled with something electric and filthy.

This was only the beginning.

I was no longer the rejected, broken girl who died begging for mercy.

I was reborn and I was going to make the Blackthorn brothers and their entire empire pay in blood, pleasure, and ruin.