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She demanded that I give up my position as his fiancée. This time, I refused. I rebelled with a fury I had never known. After a massive fight with my parents, I set the curtains on fire, smashed five cars in our garage, and destroyed half the house. In a fit of rage, my father sent me to Macro. "Turn Seraphina into a proper lady—then she won't have to come back. If she fails, she'll never return." My world plunged into darkness. But I wasn't about to give up. I turned my fury on Macro.

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.

Becca said, and I nodded in appreciation as she left. "I didn't expect that you'd come back here." She looked around, smiling. "I also didn't expect to be back here but I wanted to see you." "See me?" I squinted my eyebrows at her, surprised. Mirabelle wanting to see me was something new. "Yea, I shouldn't be telling you this but I just thought I should pay you back for helping me by informing you." "Ok , so what is it? "There's a rebel group, fighting for the equal treatment of female wolves and I want you to join," she whispered, keeping her voice low.

“Darling, they will love you. They will welcome you with open arms. I’m sure of it.” Renata looks at us curiously and Austin answers her unspoken question, “Mom, Rebel was told repeatedly growing up that she is unwanted and a stain on her father’s family reputation. It’s why her bedroom was the attic and she wasn’t allowed to see anyone in her previous pack. They were ashamed of her.” Her mouth thinned into a hard line. “Imagine how stupid your father will feel, when he finds out you have two packs that will love you unconditionally Rebel.” She grabs her phone and dials Alpha Reid’s phone number. She has it on speaker and after two rings, an older male voice answers, “Luna Renata! What a pl

Groaning into the comforter, its fabric clenched tight in my fists, I scream. Hours pass, me alternating between screeches of frustration and staring at the ceiling, when a ping from my phone pulls me out of my tormenting thoughts. Walter: Status update? Me: Still breathing. Walter: Shit. Walter: Four more dead. Walter: Not our pack.

“Rebels know we have you somehow.” I was surprised. “Is that bad?” “Can’t tell.” He stared at me, this gorgeous, intense stare. “They were dealing with this other club from Dallas called the Snake Spit. They’re pretty big, maybe our biggest rival in the state. Anyway, seems as though the Snakes blamed you for the killing.” “I didn’t,” I said fiercely. “I know that,” he responded, “and so do they. Or at least I told them.” “So what now?” “The Rebels leader doesn’t believe our story. He wants to meet with you.”