Dexter Reborn 소설 & 이야기

My eyes snapped open. My breathing was uneven, chest rising and falling rapidly. This wasn’t a dream. This was a past life. My hands trembled as I stared at the pendant again. I had died. And I was here again. Reborn. In the same world. With the same people. With Aurelia still alive. A slow, dangerous smile curved my lips. “So that’s how it is,” I muttered. Fate gave me another chance. Not to repeat mistakes. Not to watch from the sidelines.

Children played between trees while elders danced with quiet reverence. Alpha Seth stood near the edge of the gathering, watching with a pleased smile. His mate, Twilight, leaned against him as they both enjoyed the sight of the young couple being showered with blessings and gifts. Peace had settled over the clans for the first time in years. Dexter watched from a short distance, a soft expression on his face. A year ago, he’d shot his own father. That decision had haunted him—but it had also saved a life, ended a legacy of blood, and sparked real change. He now served on the reformed Alpha Council, focusing on justice, fairness, and dismantling the corruption his father left behind.

These dark energies converged in the air, carrying a powerful sense of resentment as if trying to swallow Alex. However, Alex showed no signs of abnormality. He calmly said, "Dexter, I can feel the emotions in your heart. I understand that your emotions must have consumed you over the years. But it's okay, I’m here now. As long as I'm here, I won't let you continue to fall into darkness." As time passed, the resentment within Dexter gradually dissipated. In the end, it turned into nothingness. Ultimately, both of them transformed into a sleeping colossal stone buried deep underground.

He had the most beautiful sea green eyes I'd ever seen…but that's not why I'm here. Ahem. “ And I don't believe you're my date. So, why're you here?” He asked calmly. This time, the coldness was gone. ~~~Pierce’’s POV ~~~ It's her. The girl my vehicle collided with after speaking to her harshly at the exhibition in my past life. Was she reborn too? She seems…different. Her poise and mannerisms have changed too. “ I'm Kara Jones, Serena Jones stepsister and the adopted elder daughter of the Jones family.” she said after I looked up from my tab.

She was alive. It didn’t matter that she denied it. Ezekiel had always been perceptive, reading people like an open book. Her stance, the burn scars, the way her eyes flickered with both fire and restraint—it was undeniably her. But the question gnawed at him—why had she chosen this life? Why had she returned to the shadows instead of to those who cared for her? The rumors were rampant in the underworld. A masked woman who executed the Sovereign's dirtiest missions with surgical precision, leaving trails of blood in her wake. The more Ezekiel heard, the more certain he became. This wasn’t just a coincidence. It was Daisy.

His voice was shaky and intermittent as he said, "Ella, ever since you chose Daniel, I've been a mess. Sophie, being the heir… None of that matters to me. It's always been you I wanted. "Once upon a time, I was the bad guy. I was too full of myself and unhappy with the plans my family made for me. Sophie's tricks didn't help either. That's why I thought I didn't like you and kept fighting against our marriage. "Now, I've sobered up. I get how I feel about you, Ella. Can we try again? Please, let's give things another chance. "

When I spat it out, I found two of my teeth lying in my palm. At that moment, I no longer cared about anything else. I hurriedly texted Mirabelle, asking her to come back. … Mirabelle had settled down somewhere and was still live-streaming. The scene of me barging into her room earlier had been broadcast live, and now thousands of viewers were pouring into her stream. "You latecomers just missed it, but the heiress of the Hawthorne family went ballistic over her housekeeper's glow-up." "Are you sure that was Rosetta? She looked nothing like her; she looked more like a middle-aged woman who'd let herself go."

Maybe he was the one on the carriage I saw before I passed out. “I’m sorry but after I was poisoned not too long ago, I don’t remember much.” I said. It was true though. After the poisoning, the real Sayori died and I was reborn as her. Yukio stood up from the bed and spoke to his servant. After a while, he came back to talk to me.

We both died in the crash. I never imagined that death would bring me back. And watching her now—clutching her own child, smug and gloating—I understood instantly. She had been reborn too. Even with my husband shouting at her, she showed not a hint of fear. She had always been adored by our parents, and with her husband spoiling her too, she grew up willful and unchecked. Maybe it was the rebirth—or the presence of her child—that gave her even more confidence. She scoffed.

Damn, I am the luckiest Alpha in the world. Dexter- You are going to fuck this up, aren’t you. Me- Shut up