The Reborn Heiress

Diana's POVThe cold floor of the dungeon had long since seeped into my bones, but it was nothing compared to the agonising pain ripping through every nerve in my body.Another bout of contractions hit me hard. I gripped the damp straw beneath me, my fingers slipping into my own blood as I pushed harder.Dina, my wolf was gone. She was forced behind the agonizing silver seal the Bloodmoon pack had bound around my soul before tossing me into this dark abyss. Without my wolf’s strength, I was just a human girl bleeding out in the dark, trying to bring into the world a life that had already been condemned."Please…" I sobbed into the empty prison cell. My voice bounced off the stone walls, making an empty echo.“Please, help me…" l cried, but nobody answered… How pathetic, I knew nobody would come.For months, the heavy iron gates of the Bloodmoon Pack’s dungeon were firmly shut against me. Immediately after I was indicted, my mother, Luna Evelyn of the Silver Crest Pack severed ties wit

Diana's POV The suffocating scent of lilies was the first thing that wafted into my nose. Slowly, my eyes snapped open, and my hands instantly flew to my abdomen. I braced myself for the sticky warmth of blood, the agonizing tearing of my flesh, and the freezing stone of the Bloodmoon dungeon. But there was no pain. My fingers didn't sink into damp straw; instead, they brushed against the smooth fabric of a heavy white silk gown.I gasped, and sat up abruptly as I looked around.I wasn't in a cell. I was sitting in front of a grand mirror in my old quarters at the Silver Crest pack house. The morning sun streamed warmly through the window, catching the intricate lace of a wedding gown draped over my shoulders.My face in the mirror wasn't pale, or hollow. My skin was radiant, my hair intricately braided with pearls, and my eyes shone like stars.The realization hit me hard. My dying wish was honoured! “I am back!” I yelled. I looked around and looked down at my gown. Judging by the

Aldric's POV The memory of the Bloodmoon dungeon lingered in my head. The agonizing snap of the mate bond that had barely ignited, the fragile weight of Diana’s lifeless body in my arms. I could still feel the plunge of the silver blade through my back, shielding a tiny breathing pup whose desperate cosmic magic had shattered the sky right as we died.“Chronos Raven,”The name echoed in my soul,but I wasn't in the dungeon, I was sitting in the back row of the Silver Crest grand cathedral, draped in my heavy furs, suffocating under the deceitful sweet stench of wedding lilies.When I woke up this morning on my bed, I thought I had finally lost my mind. The timeline had reset. The universe had thrown me backward to the exact date of Alpha Zack’s mating ceremony. Is she alive? The last time I checked Diana was dead. What if I am the only one that made it back? What if Diana didn't make it back to this timeline? I spent the entire journey here in a frantic state of self awareness, check