นิยายเว็บแนว Contemporary และเรื่องราว Luna ในฉาก Reject

Rebecca Browns died believing she was never loved. She was the perfect Luna and the perfect wife, a useful bridge between two powerful packs. Then Harper came back, and the truth about her marriage fell apart. Then she wakes up three years before the wedding. Her parents are alive, her brother is still a boy, and Alpha Davis Draven is a stranger who has never hurt her. This time she has one rule: stay away from him. The university has other plans. A housing error leaves Rebecca with one choice: share the last luxury apartment with the arrogant young Alpha she is trying to avoid. They fight over the kitchen and the bathroom. They fight over every boundary she draws. And the man she remembers as cold and distant keeps showing up at her door with food, with teasing, and with a gentleness she never saw in her first life. His wolf has started to react to her, though he believes his fated mate is someone else. And the closer he gets, the more he looks at her as if he is remembering something he shouldn't. Rebecca thought she was the only one who knew how this ends. But someone ruined her first life on purpose, and now that she has changed the future, they are coming for her again. She doesn't want to be saved this time. She wants the truth.

I spent five years believing I understood what a mate bond was supposed to feel like. I was wrong about almost everything else that mattered too. The night our son was poisoned, I called Alpha Aiden several times. He didn't answer because he was in our bed with my best friend, claiming her as his true mate — not an affair he'd stumbled into, but a bond he insisted the Goddess herself had corrected him toward. By midnight, I had been struck, accused, rejected, and left with nothing but divorce papers and a pregnancy the healers once told me was impossible. By the end of that same night, I had also lost my son. I thought that was the worst of it. I was wrong about that too. Someone paid rogues to make sure I didn't survive long enough to carry this pregnancy to term, and I nearly didn't. I woke up in the territory of a Supreme Alpha I'd never met, kept alive by people who owed me nothing, trying to understand why a stranger's kindness felt more disorienting than the cruelty I'd just escaped. I don't know yet what I'm going to do with what's left of me. I know I'm not interested in simply surviving this. I know that somewhere underneath the grief, I am already calculating — carefully, patiently — what it will cost the people who did this to finally understand what they threw away.