MasukI came back to life. The first thing I did was sever the Mate Bond with Alpha Asher. At his coronation. In front of thousands. Last lifetime, he publicly accused me of impersonating his mate in front of everyone, saying I didn't carry a Mate's sweetness but reeked of Wolfsbane that made him sick. For Elena, his first love, he sent me to the black market where they stripped away my wolf. Without my wolf, I died in a rogue attack shortly after. This lifetime, when he furrows his brow and tells me to get out of his sight, I don't shed a single tear. I just turn and leave. He says my existence makes Elena unhappy, so I move to the border cottage. He says he doesn't want to live in the same Pack with me, so I submit my transfer application. I thrive in the neighboring Pack and meet a powerful wolf with a hidden identity. When we appear hand-in-hand at the Northern Alliance Summit, Alpha Asher loses control. He catches my scent,another male's mark on my skin,and his sanity shatters. He blocks my path, a low growl rumbling from his chest. "Wash that male's scent off you, Rhea." "Weren't you disgusted by me?" I smile and step back. "Now I belong to someone else, and suddenly I smell good to you?"
Lihat lebih banyakBonus Chapter: Alpha Asher's POVI'm reborn.Right after that night drowning in regret and loneliness, I open my eyes and I'm twenty-seven again.The instant I realize it, joy detonates through my body like lightning. My wolf roars in the depths of my consciousness, wild with excitement.I throw myself out of bed. Don't even grab shoes. Sprint out the door like a madman."Rhea!""Rhea, where are you?!"I expect to smell that faint vanilla scent that always calmed me. Expect to see her in the kitchen, quietly preparing hangover soup like she always did.But when I tear through the entire Pack house, all I find is death-quiet stillness and cold, empty air.Our master bedroom sits vacant. Her clothes are gone from the closet. Not a trace of her scent remains.I race downstairs like a lunatic, grab my parents sitting in the living room, both of them sighing into the silence."Dad, Mom,where's Rhea?!""Did she go shopping? Where is she?"I'm desperate. Heart hammering so hard it might burs
Damon and I didn't plan to go public immediately.He's Shadowclaw's hidden Alpha. The true power behind the Pack's recent rise. But he's been carefully purging internal traitors, rooting out corruption that runs deep.After completely cleaning out the Pack's leadership, Shadowclaw became the strongest northern territory. Undisputed power. Unmatched resources.Damon's fame grew exponentially. Stories spread about the mysterious masked Alpha who never lost a challenge. Who commanded absolute loyalty.Countless women dream of him. Send gifts. Write letters. Show up at Pack borders hoping for a glimpse.Now even simple dates require secrecy. We pick nighttime. Shift into wolves. Run deep into the forest where no one will recognize us.One evening, Damon's had enough.He produces a moonstone ring. Perfectly carved. He made it himself, he tells me. Spent weeks getting every detail right.He drops to one knee right there in our living room."Marry me," he says simply. "Let me give you the gra
A Pack member I know sends me a link three days later.The message is cryptic. You should see this.I click it, curious and wary.Elena's livestreaming on the werewolf forum. The video quality is good—professional, even. Hospital background carefully framed. Her bandaged arm prominently displayed.She's crying. Hysterical, gasping sobs that sound genuine to anyone who doesn't know her tricks.On screen, she accuses me directly. Uses my name. Claims I used black magic to harm her. Says I've allied with Rogues, betrayed the Pack, become dangerous.Playing victim is her specialty. Her greatest skill.Hospital setting plus wound close-ups plus tears equals instant credibility to wolves who don't know better.I watch the viewer count climb. Comments flood in. Most of them hostile.Elena's actively encouraging cyberbullying. Directing her followers to my social media. My email. My phone number, which she apparently leaked.Within an hour, my platforms collapse under the assault.Everytime I
The calls from the former Alpha and Luna start the next day.They reach out through official Pack channels. Through mutual connections. Through every method available to them.The two elders ask if I want to come back. Their voices heavy with guilt, thick with unspoken apologies.Each time, I refuse. Firmly. Finally.That place is filled with my past life's nightmares and this life's humiliation. I escaped. Barely. Bloodied and traumatized but free.Why would I go back? Why would anyone?The day I meet Damon for dinner, anticipation buzzes under my skin.He still wears his half-mask when I arrive at the restaurant. But I can smell his scent now that I'm not concussed—sharp and cold and impossibly clean, like winter air over snow-covered mountains.I understand the continued disguise. Shadowclaw Pack and Moonstone Pack have tense relations. History between them stained with old feuds and territorial disputes.I specifically booked a private room. Somewhere quiet where we can talk withou












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