I and the Villainess Got Reborn on the Same Day
Instead, I turned my gaze to the far corner of the hall, where a man sat in the shadows, ignored by the servants and mocked by the lords.
Gabriel. The "Scourge of the Borderlands."
He was dressed in scarred, dark leather. His hair was a messy raven black, and a jagged scar ran across his jawline. He was a Rogue Alpha—a man whose pack was made of orphans, exiles, and the broken.
When we were announced as mates, I walked quietly and stood by his side. And, when I heard people laughing, I simply held his hands affectionately.
Only then did he turn to look at me, shocked by my actions. But then his grip on my hands tightened, and a small curve on the corner of his lips appeared.
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