Burned By My Ex, Reborn As His King's Mate นิยาย & เรื่องราว

In their previous lives, they had only met at high-society parties of the aristocracy, but he unexpectedly called her that night, and she still didn't understand the reason. In her previous life, after marrying Mark, Emma withdrew to become his support, only to find out that Mark, along with his close friend from university, was having an affair and had taken all their family fortune. He then imprisoned, beat, and ultimately killed her before setting the house on fire, claiming it was just an accident.

“This…this is the only thing I can offer that means anything. Help me burn the rest of the web. Let me hand you the matches, at least.” The ruins held their breath. Under my bandage, my mark smoldered—more reaction to my own storm than to him. I thought of who I had been in Bloodthorn: a girl measuring the width of hallways and how long it took to scrub blood from stone. A girl who had once believed a mate would save her, then learned he would not. I thought of who I was now: princess, hybrid, cursebearer, sister, mate to two men who had already bled for me with no promise of return.

My feet moved this time, and I didn't think twice before running straight into the fire. The fire engulfed me whole, and even after I searched, while fighting the flames that burned my flesh, my blood that dried up in seconds, and the way my burnt flesh smelled badly, I couldn't find them in that fire. But I didn't stop searching even when the fire got bigger. All I could hear were their cries of pain, which nicked at my heart, tearing it apart. “Look at her…” Adeline’s voice came through as I burned to death. “Did she really think she had children? I can only have your child, Semion, no one else.”

“The way you look at me now. The way you treat me as if I am nothing but dirt. And yet, my heart still burns for you.” He squeezes my hands and leans his forehead on my shoulder. “It burns for you ever since I was a teenager and it will never stop until I become old.” My heart shatters. I am about to wrap my arms around him when I pause. Instead of embracing my mate, which is what we both need at this moment, I pull away from him. I take his fresh clothes and help him wear them. “I am early for my duty, my King. But I will stay here until the morrow.” I switch my eyes at his dejected face and the bed. “Would you like to sleep on the bed or on the couch?”

My mind keeps racing with thoughts of what was to come with my life, what does this mean for me and what did the King mean by his mate once again? It is know across the world that his mate was dead over seven Years ago.The King could have meant his mate again as in a second chance mate.. Right? We are two broken souls and we need each other. Shaking my head at that thought, I looked up to the ceiling praying to the moon goddess to give me strength. I decide to go out for a stroll as I couldn't sleep. I pass through many halls, beautiful paintings. It seems like I lost track of time... And my way.

“You’re angry because I'm right. You felt it. The way they looked at her and the way they regarded you. The word of your mother burns.” “How do you know?” “I know everything about you, Amelia. Everything.” My jaw tightened. “I’m not doing this for you.” He chuckled. “Of course you are. You're doing it for me as much as you're doing it for you.” He stepped closer and the mate-pull flared violently. “What happens next?” I ask while staring at him. Ivan’s expression shifted. Something vast and cold settled behind his eyes. “I become Alpha King and anyone who stands in the way burns to the ground.”

She seemed to glow brighter than usual as if approving of my decision to choose dignity over a broken mate bond. As we drove away from the life I'd thought would be forever, I felt something shift inside me. The mate bond was still there, still burning with their betrayal, but it no longer defined me. I was more than Raven's mate. I was Sylvia Wilder. "I'm going to the palace, I'm going to see the Alpha King. "I told Elena.

Then a painful whistling sound is heard, as if the Angel of Death is swinging his scythe. Boom! A massive explosion hits from the disposal pipe. A devastating wave of heat throws me against the concrete wall. My body aches and goes numb. I can’t feel anything. My skin starts to shrivel and burn. Amid the flames licking around me, I simply close my eyes in surrender. God... if I can come back. I’ll make sure they experience a hell hotter than this... ... ... ... “Hah!!” I jolt awake, gasping for breath, as if my lungs are still filled with black smoke.