登入“One word and I’ll rip my heart out of that’s is what you wish, because you own me princess” the Alphas dark voice rumbled , “tell me what you want…what you crave…” his kisses trails down her nape, his touch ignites her core on fire and leaves her P*ssy dripping, “No…never again…I will never give in—Ngh!” She moans, her hips grinding on the alphas c*ck. Her vision blurred with need as the moans loudened, But she had one rule, in this new life, never to fall or give her trust to another man again. ******* She died loving the wrong man. This time, she's taking her crown back instead. Rivenna Osborn gave up everything for love — her pride, her throne , all for a man who swore no one else would ever want her. She believed him. She let his ‘childhood friend’ into their home, An innocent, pregnant rogue omega, and never saw the knife until it was in her back. He broke her. He robbed her joy and left her for dead. But The Moon Goddess had other plans. Now Rivenna wakes up four years in the past — before the betrayal, before the lies, before she ever let herself be small. This time, there are no rules. No mistakes. No mercy. But fate isn't done with her yet. It brings forth A powerful yet mysterious Lycan male who was never part of her first life is about to tear her second one apart — and Rivenna will have to decide if he's her undoing, or her crown.
查看更多Rivenna's POV *** All eyes were on me when I stepped in. Most of them were probably wondering how I would embarrass myself trying to earn Beta Wren's attention. But I would do no such thing in this life. I didn't wander after him like a lost pup. Instead, I drew the room's attention to me as bodies began to swarm in my direction, greeting and bowing. "You look exquisite, Rivenna," one of the deltas said, and I gave him a polite smile — just as the crowd parted and Wren came into view. The love of my life. The man I would have given everything for, would have sacrificed my own wellbeing for him without a second thought. His brown hair and brown eyes, that fitting yet curt smile paired with his arrogant air — I could see it plainly now. He prided himself on being the man my affections had fallen upon. "Hello, little birdie," he said with a smile, taking my hand in his. Before, I would have found it endearing. Now, knowing the truth, it was a quiet insult — a remin
RIVENNA * * * No!" I screamed, opening my eyes to find my body warm — but not from a burning fire. I was inside a warm tub. A step away, a door opened and a maid rushed in, panicking, her kind brown eyes wide. And it was not just any maid — it was Olena, my childhood best friend who had died three years ago, yet here she was, in the flesh. Was I going mad? I had to be. I stood up from the tub just as she fetched me a robe, and I watched her in stunned silence, numb all over, as she fussed over me the way she always had — even though she was only a year older. "You scared me, screaming like that!" she scolded, checking my body for any wounds. "Lady Rivenna!" she called to me. I still couldn't breathe. I couldn't make sense of what I was seeing. I rushed toward the mist-covered mirror. "My lady, you cannot be late to the choosing hall — not for your own event!" Olena reminded me as I stared at my reflection. The gash on my right cheek was gone. No ugly scar. No
Rivenna's POV * * * "Push, my lady!" the midwife screamed. Heat flooded my veins. My body burned. Hours of pushing had leeched the color from my skin, and now my vision blurred at the edges. "The baby is breech, Luna," the midwife said quietly. She didn't meet my eyes. "You're losing too much blood." She whispered as I was bleeding out on a fur-covered bed while my mate is nowhere to be found. "I can't." My voice broke. "Please make it stop." "One more push. Just one." I gripped the sheets until my knuckles went white. Gritted my teeth so hard I tasted copper. Then I pushed with everything I had left—every scrap of hope, every desperate prayer that this child would be the thing that finally made Wren look at me the way he used to. And then— "The baby is out!" Joy. Pure, blinding joy flooded my chest. Then silence. No cry. No coo. No breath. I looked at the midwife's face. No smile. No warmth. Only dread, raw and poorly hidden. "What?" My stomach
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