Reborn As The Infamous Mom: Changing Fate And Breaking Labels Novels & Stories

My father closed his eyes and staggered backwards as my mother merely looked at me with her hands balled into fists, pure hatred in her eyes, "He's my fated mate, mom. I didn’t choose him, Fate did. But I decided to stay with Theo, as we had planned. I wanted to make you proud of me... I wanted to show you that I am capab..." "Congratulations on finding your fated mate. Fate is right, he is exactly what you deserve," my mother interrupted me. And from her tone I could tell she didn't mean it in a good way, "I'm done with you, Isabella. Completely. I've tried to make a good woman out of you, but you're still a good-for-nothing slut. How could I be proud of you? You've always been an embarrass

As a woman possessed, Mom stumbled and staggered down the bitterly cold corridor of the funeral home. The staff chased after her breathlessly and only managed to pull her back after great effort. "You can't do this! We understand the pain of losing your son, but life must go on!" Mom, like a crazed lioness, broke free from their grasps. "What do you people know? I'm going to personally expose his lies! A psychic once told me Brett was destined to live a long life—there's no way he could die just like that. This has got to be another one of his tricks!"

To keep their child close — legally, cleanly — he had sent my real baby to an orphanage and used a special drug to scramble my sense of smell so I couldn't tell my child had been swapped. What he never knew was that Bellis hadn't pushed him toward me out of any pity for my broken heart. She just didn't want him. Not then. The Silver Moon Pack he ruled over was small and poor and barely worth her time. She kept him dangling but refused to commit, because her ambition was always bigger — she wanted to be the mate of the werewolf king. They turned my child into an orphan. And I never got to see my baby — not even once — before I died.

I don’t know how I am still upright. Four weeks is all it took to turn everything upside down and on its head. My life, which I thought was stable and happy, will never be the same again, even if things should be returned to their original order. I’m not Bryans. That whole mess with my mom and him is still to come. My bio dad should be told. Dane doesn’t need to flee for fear of incest, and my mom is a fucking liar. But I guess she always has been.

But I promise to make him suffer as much as he made you. I promise to take karma in my own hands, if I have to. To become my own hero in the story of my life. But I will never let another innocent like me, suffer a fate like I did mom. I would not let this world change an innocent girl like me to be a monster like me again I promise to love and forgive mom. But first, I promise to love myself. ...

she asked, her voice trembling. I nodded, tears welling up. This reunion should bring happiness, but anxiety gripped me. Marcus...the mere thought of his name made me boil within. My heart still ached, but this time, I vowed to protect it. No more blind love. No more vulnerability. This reincarnation brought a chance for redemption and I would not waste it. Taking a deep breath, I opened my arms to my mother. “Mom,” I whispered, embracing her tightly. For now, I would focus on healing and rebuilding.

My parents were waiting for me downstairs, their expressions filled with pride and excitement. “You look beautiful, sweetpea,” Mom said, her eyes shining with tears. “Thanks, Mom,” I said, forcing a smile. Dad nodded, his expression serious but filled with warmth. “You’ll do great tonight, Lilac. Just be yourself.” I nodded, though the words felt hollow. Be myself. But who was I anymore? The girl who had been reborn, the girl who had seen the future and was trying to change it? Or the girl who was hopelessly in love with a man who might not be her mate?

Her eyes darted in confusion. "You took my light, my future, my dignity and even my life. But not anymore." "How dare you!" My mother lunged towards me, hoping to hit me I guess. But I was no longer that quiet orphan child she used to hit at the slightest provocation. I was a reborn woman. So, I deliberately took a step to the side the moment she was almost upon me. She fell to the floor from her own impact, landing like a bag of expired bones. Her scream was everything.

He led me to a thick cushion in front of the altar. We knelt facing each other. His hands rested lightly on my knees, heat seeping through my jeans. “Tell me your burdens, child.” And I did. Everything spilled out—the betrayal, the job, Mom’s illness, the darkness that had swallowed me. He listened without interrupting, green eyes never leaving mine. When I finished, tears streaming down my face, voice hoarse, he cupped my cheek. “You are not broken, Maria,” he said softly. “You are fertile ground. Ready for a new life. Ready to be reborn.”

I looked at the pups, the teens, the wide‑eyed younger adults who’d only ever known the “after.” “Here’s the part I want you to hear,” I said. “I was low‑status. Human. Powerless, supposedly. They said my fate was written. They said I was born to die for a pack that didn’t see me.” I spread my hands. “They were wrong,” I said simply. “You don’t have to be strong or special or chosen by a goddess to change the story you’ve been handed. You just have to start saying, ‘What if it’s different?’ And then keep saying it, even when everyone tells you to shut up.”