Hyacinth
In the eighth year of our relationship, I took a silver blade meant for my Alpha, Adrian Blackwood.
After confirming that I would survive, he promised me anything I wanted.
Everyone expected me to demand the marking ceremony he had postponed for eight years.
Instead, I looked at him calmly.
“Release me from your claim.”
Then I turned and walked away.
Adrian only laughed.
“She’s desperate for attention. Give her three days. She’ll come crying and beg me to take her back.”
But Adrian was wrong.
Because I had been reborn.
In my previous life, I used the life debt he owed me to force him into the marking ceremony. That night, his first love, Ivy, jumped from a rooftop.
Blaming me for Ivy’s suicide attempt, Adrian mutilated the ceremonial mark he had just placed on my body, scarred my face with silver, and imprisoned me underground.
I bled to death in that underground cell.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I took the silver blade for him.
This time, I would give Adrian exactly what he had always wanted.