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Amanda never thought she'd find herself in this position in a million years, being spoilt and getting everything was her thing and now there's one thing she can't get... that boy, the boy isn't hers and he is Inlove with another, all those years keeping herself pure in hopes for him to be the one who takes it was all for nothing and now she has to go all the way to get him on her bed now, but now she has to betray her best friend... sighs She sits down across Nathan and Sabrina,her best friend on her side is her Matteo her brother, Matteo has grown so much over the years she thinks to herself there's good conversation and she cannot focus, she keeps on gazing back to Nathan who seems oblivious on what's happening, she sighs and excuses herself to the bathroom as soon as she sits on the toilet she lets out a huge sigh and stands up to look at herself on the mirror at her bright hazel eyes and very blonde hair and pouted lips, Amanda: "I just don't understand what she has that I don't have" she rolls her eyes and proceeds to wash her hands mumbling to herself Her:"I guess I'll have to come up with something, I didn't dodge so many boys for him to reject me and marry my fuvken best friend!" she Huffs and walks out bumping into a hard chest, she looks up quickly losing her balance at the same time, her breath gets caught up in her throat and her eyes widen as she looks up at those amazingly brown eyes Amanda:"Nathan"...

She died in the hands on those who claimed to love her in her first life; Her mate and her childhood best friend. With her last breath, she cursed them from the bottom of her heart, recalling bitterly how the truth always lay in front of her yet she couldn't see it. She refused to drown in despair. Then by an unexpected twist, the moon goddess gives her another chance– another shot at life, to pay back those who wronged her. And this time, amongst whispers and mockery, she walks over to the future feared Alpha King, who was at the time a humble warrior. “You're making a grave mistake, I am not the man that deserves you,” he told her, “I have a low rank, you are the gamma's daughter. Are you not afraid that they will talk?” “They can say whatever they wish, I want you.” She chooses him instead, pulling him into a world of fierce power dynamics and unexpected intrigue. Not only that, but she can't ignore the sparks between her and the man she once thought had a heart made of stone. Eventually she comes to crossroads between a love she never expected and a revenge she craved for with every inch of her being. What road will her heart tell her to take?

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.