After I Discovered My Child Wasn't Mine, I Was Reborn
In my previous life, I stood by Robert's side as he grew from the Alpha of a weak, remote pack into the undisputed king of the werewolf world.
We raised a child together, and I thought I'd finally found a home that could shelter me from all storms.
But when I was bedridden with illness, he couldn't wait to take the child and go find his one true love: my little sister, Bellis.
And then came the moment that shattered everything — the child I had treasured with my whole heart calling Bellis "Mom" without a second's hesitation.
That was when I finally understood. All those years, I had been living inside a lie — a total, elaborate lie.
When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn, right back to my marking ceremony with Robert.
This time, standing at that crossroads, under the gaze of all those guests with their warm, oblivious smiles, I would make a very different choice.
What I didn't know yet was that the truth sometimes hides in the small, ordinary moments of life — not in what other people tell you.