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"Your grandmother. She died young, in the records, but the archivist's note said: the line will find its way back." "And then my mother left North Ridge," Claire said slowly. "And then she died. And then I was supposed to marry Derek and die in his cell." She followed it forward. "And the line — what? Refused? Sent me back?" "I don't know," he said. "I don't think anyone knows exactly how it works. I think we're two people who were handed a second run at something and told: try again. Do it differently." He looked at her hand in his. "And I ended up at your wedding for a reason I couldn't explain, and you walked to me."

Right before the long holiday weekend, the boss announced that everyone in the tech department would receive a $1, 000 bonus for working two extra days. Linda Miller, the administrative supervisor, handed the task over to me and told me to process the payments according to the employee list. I carefully checked every account number. Then checked them again. I worked until nearly midnight before I finally finished. But the next morning, people from the tech department stormed into the office. “You said we'd get a thousand dollars. Why did I only get a hundred?” “I've worked in tech for ten years, and this is what I get for giving up two days of my holiday? A hundred bucks?” “Who pocke

In my past life, after being taken back into the Horton family, I choose to study medicine so I can look after Willow Horton—the fake daughter who is frail and sickly. But she pretends her illness gets worse and slanders me. She says that not only am I unable to save her, but I also want to snatch everything she has. My fiance, Jason Fuller, fully believes her and joins forces with the Hortons to kick me out. Not long after, I contract tuberculosis and die on the street. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was brought into the Horton family at five years old. Jason stands before my birth parents, pointing at me as he says, "Mr. and Mrs. Horton, make no mistake. This gir

"If anyone hears anything, you come to me. Not each other. Me." "Convenient timing," someone muttered from the back, not quite under their breath. "Guy gets caught, guy disappears, and we're all supposed to just move on like nothing happened." "That's enough," Reyes said, sharper than I'd heard him all season, and the room went quiet again.

The same Clara who had haughtily humiliated the dragon envoys in our past life had eagerly agreed the very first second this time around? I looked toward the center of the hall. Clara stood there in a flowing, moon-white gown, bowing gracefully to the dragon envoy. Her face was identical to the one from my memory, but her lips carried a smug satisfaction she couldn't quite hide. Our eyes met. Her smirk widened, throwing a deeply meaningful look my way. In that instant, everything clicked. She had been reborn, too. She knew the Dragon Clan would rule the continent. She knew the Dragon Queen would hold absolute power. So, she moved first to claim that crown for herself.

I had blamed Kael's cruelty, Morgause's greed, and the elders' indifference. Now, the terrifying truth stood plain before me. My bloodline was never meant to fade into quiet obscurity, and my rebirth was no mere stroke of divine luck. I had been brought back because the world could not survive without the key. But my sudden return, my awakening power, and my reclamation of Eclipse Hollow had accelerated the timeline. The dormant core beneath my feet was stirring in response to my presence, and the consequences of my second life were unfolding faster than I had ever prepared for.

The only sounds were the gentle humming of the engine and the rustling of leaves outside as we drove along the quiet road. My head rested against the window, watching the trees pass by as I wondered what would become of my life from this moment onward. Would I really be able to get my revenge? Would I succeed in taking back everything that rightfully belonged to me? And most importantly, what exactly was the hourglass that had appeared on my forearm after my rebirth. It still felt surreal that I had been reborn, I thought as I continued staring at the hourglass. "What are you looking at?" King Kyle's voice startled me.

It appeared their younger daughter had a thing for Julian and was overjoyed with the outcome. They are even expecting their first child. "The Queen is alive and good." "The Queen?" Salome went to sit down opposite him, her interest piqued. "What do you mean by that?" "Mrs Gwendolyn Mcgregor, mated to King Ashton Mcgregor is now the Queen of the Chronicles, agome to the most powerful Lycans in the world." Salome's jaw dropped. Her daughter was mated? It a King? A Lycan? How? "Do you mean..." Swh stood and went to pluck a frame containing a picture of Gwen smiling brightly during her graduation. "My child. Gwendolyn?"

She was reborn as the queen, Luli, about whom she read the story that morning. The miserable one but the queen after all. Nevertheless, her struggles continued as she had to approach things from a different angle. The issue was that Shelly was transmigrated to the second half of the book, which she never got the chance to read. What will she do? How will she manage her life in the body of a weak and timid queen? Will she give up or will she strike back at those who had been making it hard to live for the queen? *************