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This place… This was the banquet. The mandatory gathering, that all Alphas were required to attend once in a year. My throat went dry. I swallowed hard, my ears ringing as memories surged forward, aligning themselves with horrifying clarity. If I was calculating it correctly, this was five years before the day I was betrayed. My breathing slowed as the realization settled, heavy and undeniable. I had been reborn. I forced my hands to remain still at my sides, even as my pulse raced. The moon goddess… She really answered me.

In my past life, Mom and Dad force me to jump into a freezing lake to fish out the necklace Ramona Stone, their adopted daughter, dropped. I end up running a 104-degree Fahrenheit fever, lying in bed barely conscious, while my whole family flies off to Solara for a vacation just to cheer Ramona up. I call Mom, trembling and barely holding on, only to be met with impatience. "Ramona is finally in a better mood, Harper. Do you really have to be so inconsiderate? You should just take some medicine yourself." I have no choice but to drag my weak body downstairs to look for medicine. I accidentally fall down the stairs and lose my life. I open my eyes and find myself back on the first day of

I reached out, my fingers gently brushing against his cold skin as I channeled my pack healing energy into the broken veins. Nathan watched me work, a faint, dark amusement in his eyes. "No. I just saw you yesterday." “Yesterday?” Yesterday. The exact day I was reborn.

She died betrayed by her blood. She returned with the blessings of the moon goddess. Abigail was born to be a Guardian, chosen by the Moon Goddess, destined to protect the fragile balance between humans and werewolves. Instead, she became a sacrifice by her own people. Her family worshipped adopted daughter over her. Her talent was stolen. Her love was betrayed. Her body was used, her name ruined, her entire existence was wiped out, when she was murdered by the sister she once called family. But the Moon Goddess did not abandon her chosen. Reborn one month before her forced marriage, Abigail returns colder, sharper, and unbreakable. This time, she does not fight

If Rebecca excels at something more than me, Mother all but throws her a parade, forgetting, if only for a moment, my existence. That is why I loved to keep her close and help her secure more accomplishments pre-Magnolia scandal—it was liberating not having mother hovering over my shoulders. Well...that ship has sailed. Good God, I can't believe I am still sober. "Ruby, hi, good to see you." My smile finds its place as I take in the Golden bouffant dress the Queen has on, tying perfectly to the Lycan’s black and gold suit; as always, his hands are on some part of Queen Alba’s body as if he feared their parting.

"No Antonov! I can never let my baby go, and I don't think she can too seeing she came back to me" "That girl in there is not Scarlet" "It's her. You didn't see her eyes or the way her finger clutched onto my dress even when she was barely alive. She recognized me, Antonov. The sea took her from me, and it's brought her back to me. She has to live this time. I will not allow her to die". "That is not Scarlet, Elde. You need to come to your senses. I took care of Scarlet all my life... "

"Can you imagine! The surprise in the narrative was so incredible, and the way in which you removed the plot armor from the woman who believed she was the female protagonist was just so good!! It's not that Esme didn't appreciate the book; it's just that once Emma started talking about it, she couldn't stop, and all Esme could do was listen to someone else go on and on about it. When do you plan on releasing the new season two content for the other book? You know, the one called Reborn Queen?" "Reborn Queen?." Esme inquired with astonishment. If Emma is thinking that she has authored a book with the title "Reborn Queen," she must be mistaken. "Are you trying to tell me that you have complete

She had been reborn and moved to a new world this time. In her previous life, Maya had indeed read the novel of rebirth and transmigration before chaos finally occurred, and she almost forgot about everything. But never once did Maya think that something like this would actually happen to her. However with her current situation, Maya had no other choice but to think that she really had indeed been reborn and transmigrated at this point. Maya clearly remembered that she had died in her previous life. She was not delusional nor dreaming about that zombie-infested life. She lived and grew up there. All the pain, the fear, the anger she felt had been real before. Maya had spent her life living a

I felt cold all over. Magnus wasn’t just rewriting the present. He was rewriting the past. We went out that night, under deeper cover. Cato bribed an old stableman to lend us horses, and we slipped through the alleys like rats beneath the royal feast. The capital was restless. The people gathered at corners in whispers. At taverns, they raised their mugs to the “Luna Queen Reborn.” I heard someone say: “She forgave him. Came back to guide him. She’s a goddess now.”

I stare at the word until the screen goes black. Resurrected. She’s supposed to be dead. But she isn’t. So, what now? What has she been planning for us all this time? How far has she gone? What if the grave I danced on was mine after all? I cover my face with both hands and for the first time in years, I don’t know what to do. Because queens don’t feel hunted. And right now, I do.