I Chose a New Mate After Reincarnating
My dad, Frank Stanford, was an Alpha. I, Lana Stanford, was his only daughter.
The year I turned eighteen, he told me to choose a mate from the nine werewolf warriors he had taken in.
I avoided Simon Eaton, the one I used to be obsessed with.
In my previous life, I was kidnapped by rogues on the very day of my marking ceremony.
When they drove silver nails soaked in wolfsbane through my palms, I endured the agony and sent a desperate plea through our mind link.
“Simon, help me.”
All I got back was his cold response.
“Lana Stanford, are you done yet? Is this another lame trick of yours?
“You actually hurt yourself just to get me to come see you? You're disgusting.”
I closed my eyes in despair.
As the silver cage sank into the frozen lake, icy water filled my lungs.
My wolf let out a final, broken cry and died with me.
When I woke up again, I'd returned to the day my dad asked me to choose a mate.
This time, the very first thing I did was cross Simon’s name off the list.
Later, he stood in front of me with tearful eyes and asked why I hadn’t chosen him.
I didn’t answer. I just looked at him strangely.
“Simon, this time, I did exactly what you wanted. Why are you crying again?”