After My Rebirth, I Healed the Alpha No More
During a battle with a rival pack, my Alpha mate, Damien, burst into my private healing sanctuary.
He was carrying Lyra, a Beta warrior who had supposedly taken a poisoned blade for him.
The next day, under the watchful eye of the Moon Goddess, Damien was forced by the pack elders to apologize. He explained that bringing an outsider into my sanctuary was a desperate act in a moment of crisis.
After all, Lyra had saved his life.
But that night, in the bed we once shared, Lyra stabbed herself with a dagger laced with wolfsbane and framed me for the attack.
He chose to believe her.
The rejection ceremony ripped my wolf from my soul. I was cast out—a powerless exile, left for dead in a storm, to be torn to shreds by rogues.
But what Damien never knew was that the ancient curse afflicting him could only be healed by me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the beginning: the moment Damien carried that woman in, demanding I save her.