Lahat ng Kabanata ng Begging on Their Knees My Alpha Wants Me Back: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Thirty minutes later, Avery’s sleek black car pulled up to the front steps of the Snow Moon Pack’s manor—its onyx finish gleaming under the moonlight.“Oh Goddess, what happened to the Seventh Miss?” the butler gasped, rushing down the marble steps. “Young Master, Doctor Naomi just finished treating the Fifth Young Alpha. Quick—bring her in!”He practically wrapped Lilith in silk with the way he hovered over her, acting like she’d shatter if he breathed too hard.Me? He didn’t even glance in my direction.Fine. I didn’t need his attention.Instead, my gaze wandered across the courtyard, through the ivy-laced arches, to the pack’s secondary villa—his villa. And as I expected, he was there.Slouched in a wheelchair, a pale wraith of the Alpha he once was. A loose hospital shirt hung from his broad shoulders. His head was wrapped in gauze. One arm was trapped in a cast. His skin was ash-white, almost translucent under the lantern light.He looked… dead. Just like I had, the day I left thi

Looks like the bullying’s kicking off early this year.I slipped into the classroom, quiet as a shadow, and headed straight for the last seat in the corner. Prime viewing spot. The drama was already unfolding like a scene from a play I’d seen before—because I had.“Lilith, is it true?” A girl with curled platinum-blonde hair and a surgically sweet voice leaned in. “You had a sister who went missing for ten years?”Anna. Pack royalty in her own mind. Head cheerleader, reigning queen of the Snow Moon Academy social pyramid. And in my last life? Lead tormentor.Back then, I was a good girl. The long-lost daughter of the Smiths, trying to fit into a pack I didn’t belong to. Quiet. Weak. Leashed.Not anymore.While the pack princesses played nice, I tapped into my phone under the desk, coding something sharp, just in case I needed a digital dagger later.Across the room, Lilith’s expression dipped—not sorrow, just… calculation. Her lips curled slightly.“Yes,” she said, soft as snowfall. “H

“Reid… have you ever thought about starting your own company?”It was nearly midnight when I asked, my voice low, but the question hung in the air like smoke. That was how Row was born—a single word whispered between two ambitious minds, one hungry for redemption, the other for success. A storm was quietly brewing beneath the surface of the business world, and it started with that name.I transferred every penny I had saved from years of treating others—rogues, pack members, enemies alike—straight into Reid’s hands. Then I stared at my now pathetic bank balance. Single digits. Not even enough for a cab ride.In my past life, I built Snow Moon Pack’s prestige with my own two hands—my skills, my healing, my connections. All of it had gone to them. And in the end, they’d let me die. Never again.This time, I’d use those same assets to burn their empire to the ground.But even with a master plan in motion, sleep didn’t come easy. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Avery shoving poison down

Shawn could see the devastation in Lilith’s eyes, masked beneath a fragile smile. His daughter—his princess—had been humiliated. And in the ruthless world of werewolves, where reputation defined power, gossip could get a legacy.He sighed. “Do you want to transfer schools?”Lilith hesitated, then looked up, wide-eyed. “I want to find Justin. Can I go with him?”Shawn’s brows furrowed. “You want to join the entertainment industry?”That world was one he didn’t trust—cutthroat, scandal-ridden. He had fought with Justin about it for years. But the boy had made a name for himself, carving out his own empire under flashing lights and viral cameras.Selene’s voice was sharp with judgment. “And what’s wrong with that? Justin’s doing amazing. If our daughter wants in, she goes in!”She turned to Lilith, her voice immediately softening. “He’s coming back tomorrow. There’s a reality show next month—he’ll take you with him.”Lilith’s eyes lit up, and she leaned into her mother’s embrace. “Thank y

“You should… change your clothes first,” Kane said, his voice thick and low, like he was fighting something primal.I looked down. My soaked shirt clung to my skin like a second layer, see-through and shameless. My cheeks burned. Werewolves were hypersensitive to their mate’s scent—mine was probably driving him mad right now.“It’ll dry soon,” I mumbled. “Better just get this done.”Before he could argue, I covered his eyes with my palm. “No peeking!”Kane didn’t fight me. He just let out a slow breath, eyelids fluttering shut under my touch.After adjusting the water temperature—not too hot, not too cold, just enough to avoid triggering his werewolf glands; I gently rinsed the back of his head.“The front’s off-limits for now,” I murmured. “The wound needs a few more days.”He hummed in acknowledgment, his jaw relaxed.My fingers worked in silence, massaging his scalp, slow and careful. But each time I grazed his skin, his chest rose a little too fast. I pretended not to notice—but I