Reborn to Bite Back
Dying from wolfsbane, I came back six months into carrying his pup.
I went straight to a witch, begged for a potion to slow down the pup's growth. Choked it down. Then every day, I padded my belly with rabbit fur and kept up the act.
In my first life, Emily and I went into labor on the same day.
She popped out a perfect silver-white pup. Me? A white wolf giving birth to some scrappy mutt.
James—Alpha of Ebonfang Pack—looked me dead in the eye and swore I betrayed him.
I begged him to test the pup's blood. He did. Results came back: father was from an enemy pack.
He called me a traitor, said I slept with the enemy, cut the bond, and threw me out.
Five years rogue gutted my wolf.
Then he showed up again. Guilt all over his face.
"Emily got played by a Darkclaw wolf. She's just an omega—she wouldn't have survived going rogue. I had to swap the pups. Didn't you get the supplies I sent? Whatever, it's over. I'll take care of you now."
Emily shot me a look full of venom and passed me a teapot.
Didn't even get a word out before the wolfsbane kicked in. I died choking, eyes wide, body frozen.
But now?
I'm back. I know everything. Let's see how they plan to win this time.