Reborn Werewolf Short Stories & Alpha Face Slapping Novels

On the third day after giving birth to my pup, my Alpha mate, Lucien, had his nursemaid, Lisa, make me a bowl of soup. But when I woke up, my pup, the moonstone necklace that symbolized my status as Luna, and the letters Lucien had sent me were all gone. I dragged my bloodied body to Moonshadow Pack, only to be thrown out. "Luna has already returned with the pup. Get lost, you bum! "Do you think you can bully Luna just because Alpha has lost his memory? Not a chance!" I ended up freezing to death in the wilderness. After I died, my soul watched as Lisa became the revered Luna, while my own son spent thirty years showing filial devotion to the shewolf who had murdered his mother. When I opened my eyes again, Lisa was sitting beside my bed while holding out that same bowl of soup with a fake smile. "Layla, you've been through so much. Drink this soup and regain your strength." I smiled as I accepted it and drank every last drop. That night, when she tried to steal my pup under the cover of darkness, I struggled to open my eyes and used the mind-link stone Lucien had left me to send a message to Moonshadow Pack. "T-Tell Lucien that a shewolf has stolen his pup and gone to Moonshadow Pack to impersonate his mate!"

When the pack set out on its southward migration, Rebecca Hale, one of our newly appointed young leaders, proposed changing the route at the last minute. She wanted to break away from the main column, take the shortcut past Blackwind Gorge, rest in wild-wolf territory along the way, and live on berries gathered by the roadside. Each wolf would need only half a bag of rations, and we would reach the southern grounds ten days ahead of the main column. Freedom and speed were the whole point. My family had guarded the border of Blackwind Gorge for generations. I knew exactly how deadly that route was. Every year, young wolves who strayed from the pack died in that gorge. Some were flayed by rogues; others became prey for venomous snakes. Newly adult she-wolves were the easiest targets of all. In my past life, I fought with everything I had to stop them. I went from pack to pack, warning each Alpha until they withdrew. In the end everyone gave up the shortcut. Rebecca alone refused to listen. She vanished on her second day in the gorge. A week later, her body was found among the loose rocks. Because I had stopped the others in time, I earned the right to become the pack's priestess. But on the day of my investiture, my mate, Stefan Cross, tore out my throat. "If you hadn't stopped everyone from going with her, Rebecca would never have died alone! "You'll pay for her death with your life!" The packmates I had risked everything to save stood there cheering my death. Then they hurled my body onto the altar. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Rebecca proposed the detour through Blackwind Gorge.

My mate's first love was in the maternity ward with me. We gave birth to two baby boys on the very same day. My son inherited my pure-blood Alpha lineage—the heir everyone expected to one day inherit everything I had. I spent decades loving him, protecting him, and giving him everything a mother could. But as he grew older, something never seemed right. He was painfully ordinary. No powerful wolf. No signs of an Alpha awakening. Not even the strength expected of a pure-blood heir. I blamed myself for years, wondering if something had gone wrong with his bloodline. It wasn't until the day I was dying that I learned the truth. The son I had loved and raised for decades wasn't my biological child at all. On the very day the babies were born, my mate, Ryan, had conspired with Isabella to switch them. They wanted Isabella's ordinary kid to take the place of my pure-blood Alpha heir. Meanwhile, my real son was abused by Isabella for years. She was even planning to stage an "accident" and kill him before his wolf awakening. After I died, my soul refused to move on. I watched with my own eyes as the fake son ran into Isabella's arms and called her Mom. I watched Ryan marry her. I watched the three of them live a life of luxury and privilege. Meanwhile, my real son had already been killed by them. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the two babies were born. When I saw the two newborns the nurse brought in, I didn't hesitate for even a second. The first thing I did was take my real son back.