Reborn to Crown the Alpha He Feared
Silverclaw and Blackstone had been bound by a sacred blood alliance for three generations.
I was the rightful heir to the Silverclaw pack, and Elara was my cousin, of lesser blood and no rank.
On my bonding ceremony, Elara spiked my wine.
While I was unconscious, she donned a counterfeit of my Moon-Blessed Robes and slept with Elias that night.
I found them together at dawn.
Though he offered me anything to appease my fury, I forced a sterility potion down Elara’s throat, paid her off with a hundred thousand dollars, and banished her from Silverclaw territory.
For ten years, I waded through blood to secure Elias’s rise to the Alpha throne.
Yet at his coronation, he claimed the Luna’s Crown and Sacred Robes meant for me.
He led pack warriors to a southern cabin where, upon confirming Elara’s death, he seized my throat.
His claws tore into my flesh as he raged over her corpse.
He threw me and my unborn child off the cliff.
He held the marker stone at her cairn and whispered of revenge for his true love.
I woke up on my bonding ceremony.
Elias had been reborn too, expecting me to grovel at his paws.
He was wrong.
This time, I would never be his Luna.
The throne, the pack, and the bond.
Every last scrap of it would return to its rightful owner.