Novel & Cerita Burned By My Ex, Reborn As His King's Mate

I could feel my wolf again, she was here, pacing like she had just woken up from a dream. My palms were sweating. The wolf inside me was up on her toes, sniffing every sound. The marble was real. The whispering was real. The taste of the poison was already gone from my tongue, and I was wearing a dress I remembered choosing for my engagement party three years ago. I saw the calendar on the wall and finally knew for sure: I had been reborn. I was back at my engagement banquet — three years before my death. The Moon Goddess had heard me, and she had wound the clock back.

“I was just scared. I was scared of how much I cared for you.” I sighed, massaging the bridge of my nose. “You cannot fix everything with an apology.” “I am not trying to fix it in one night,” he replied. “I am trying to start.” I studied him carefully. The pride I used to see in him was gone. He looked exhausted, both physically and emotionally. “When this storm ends,” I said slowly, “you will go back. You will return to your palace. You will sit on that throne. You will be the king you were raised to be.”

A terrifying, suffocating aura of danger exploded from his body, freezing the blood of every single person in the courtyard. He slowly looked up, his lethal gaze sweeping over the kneeling Kane, the stunned Catherine and Vera, and Ruth, who had just dragged herself up from the dirt. "Who hurt my mate?" His voice wasn't loud, but it rang clearly in everyone's ears. Mate. The word echoed in my skull. I was actually the Lycan King's mate.

He kicked the wooden door off its hinges and cradled my body in his arms. He was covered in wounds, his eyes burning with pure hatred. "I'll rip every one of your throats out and drag you all to hell to answer to Seraphina!" He avenged me single-handedly, painting the entire basement in blood. Only then did I understand. This brutal, cold-hearted man had loved me — more deeply than I'd ever imagined. After my rebirth, the wolf inside me kept echoing in my chest: *Choose him. He's the one.*

I'm damaged, and he's perfect. "I'm the furthest thing from a royal. I was kidnapped as a pup and sold to a pack that made me a slave and abused me for years. I was then bought by a man who wanted to be king, and he tried to force me to be his mate. I'm probably not what you expected in a mate. I'll understand if you want to reject me." I can't meet his eyes. I don't want to see the anger, disgust, or, worst of all, pity. When he moves closer, a tear slides down my cheek as I brace myself. Here it comes.

Years went by and I eventually was rejected by Kaitlyn, she was removed from the castle and sent to live elsewhere until things settled down, or in other words, banished. I hated her, she rejected me because I wasn’t King and then I found her in bed with one of my team members. I almost killed the bitch, and I had Cayden exile Matthew from the Kingdom, he promised that he will get his revenge, but I didn’t care, I wanted him gone. His brother chose to join him, and I could understand brotherly love but his brother betrayed me and I wasn't having it even if my former mate was a whore. I started to harden my heart, I didn't have much feelings for people, only family and if I wanted to snuff ou

That was because he was busy consoling his first love, Vivian Sinclair, who left in anger. In my previous life, I was afraid he would be punished and had lit the signal flare. However, after he received substantial rewards from saving the King, he believed I was vain and power-hungry, blaming me for Vivian's tragic death. He threw me into the Beast Dungeon he carefully prepared, letting the beasts devour both our child and me. Since I was given a chance to be reborn, there was no way I would walk down the same path as before. I desperately shielded the King. Even as the assassins' blades kept stabbing into my body, I gritted my teeth without making a sound.

I wish they would get over with it, some of us had lives beyond this party. She kept walking, seemingly determined not to look back once. I kept my eyes glued on her wondering just how far she would take this joke. Then it happened, her steps started towards my direction. I wasn't cocky enough to think she was coming for me but every moment made it more undeniable until she was standing right in front of me heaving with excitement and the biggest smile was plastered on her face. “I, Anna Rogers…the gamma's daughter choose warrior Lucas Anderson as my mate.”

Then shoved me back, his face flushing with anger. "Don't touch me. Have you no shame?" In my last life, after Catherine died, Oscar shut down. Year after year. I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen him angry like this. Let him hate me. He was twenty again. High-spirited. Alive. Still Oscar. The thought made my throat ache. But the rush of seeing him faded. I hadn't forgotten what I'd come back to do. I forced my voice steady. "Oscar. You don't want me as your mate because there's already someone else. You're in love with Catherine."

his hands ran down my arms seductively as he spoke. "You horny possessed demon," I retorted as I shrugged his hands off my body. “I am not Princess Jasmine. I am a different lady. My name is Aria, reincarnated into this body. I am not surprised why Jasmine would rather be dead than marry you. I was never in love with you, Adonai. You were nothing but a means to an end. Therefore, I, Aria Blackwood, reject you, Adonai King, as mate,” I said defiantly. Those seafoam eyes remained icy, his face betraying no form of pain.