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If you are looking for a way to get my attention, then this won't work'. Tears trickled down my cheeks, my grip tightened around the phone, and my jaw clenched tightly. I didn't know what was going on right now, and why I was seeing this day again after almost two years instead of being dead after the fire outbreak, but I guess it was for a reason. As much as I wanted to conclude that I was given another chance and had been reborn, I didn't want to give myself so much hope. Besides, that was never possible.

Sigourney stood frozen, her eyes starting to mist over. "Madam... are you alright?" Sigourney snapped out of her daze. Looking at Aunt Miller standing there, so vivid, so real... "I understand. You go down first." "Yes, madam." Sigourney slowly stepped into the room and reached out to silence the blaring alarm on her phone. She pressed it off, but the moment her eyes landed on the date displayed at the top of the screen, she was utterly stunned. This was six months ago! "Could it be... Could it really be... that I'm still alive? Have I truly been reborn?"

"Mom, I want to marry the vampire! I don't care about lots!" As I opened my eyes, I could still feel the pain of being bitten and torn apart. When I heard Sophie Anderson's spoiled voice, I quickly realized I had been reborn. But why did Sophie make a different choice this time? Sophie was adopted and a fake heiress. In my last life, she had immediately picked the werewolf with six-pack abs and handsome features. She even cried and begged to marry him.

I inhaled deeply, sensing the strength of the Storm Pack behind us, the warmth of Damon at my side, and the life developing inside of me. I muttered, "I was once rejected," as the wind carried my words into the early morning air. "But I am reborn now." Damon squeezed my hand. "And you're not by yourself." I smiled as I turned to face him. "No. I won't ever be again. The land was illuminated by golden light as the sun climbed higher. Our future lies in this. And everything was just getting started.

But just as I’m on the precipice of losing all sense of time and place, he roughly rolls us over to the very center of the bed, and suddenly I’m on top of him. I grab the headboard to steady myself, panting, and look down at him. His eyes shine with heat and mischief as he looks up at me, just as breathless, smiling like a cat with cream, and I… I feel a fire ignite deep in my soul. Something new and all consuming. Like everything I was is dead, and I’ve been reborn, given a second chance. My nails sink into the hardwood–likely antique–headboard as I rock my hips against his tongue, his lips.

I wondered if the humans there would remember my face; it would be a consolation if they didn't, especially because of my online humiliation. “I...I can't go back there. Can't I just pretend to be sick or something?” I asked, but Carly shook her head. “How can you be sick? Even I don't even remember falling ill since my childhood.” She replied. “But what if they recognize me? I was only able to pull through after Ethan, thanks to Swayer. What am I going to do now?” I asked, my eyes filling up as memories of Swayer resurfaced. I thought I would have overcome the pain of losing her by now, but it still hurts like hell. I guess I haven't had a reason to remember all this time, but now that we'r

I had documented everything, from the text messages Mom and Dad had sent to the details of their arrangement with the Hesters, on my phone. From the very moment I was reborn, I had been playing a high-stakes game to reclaim my life.

Everything felt real, too real. I wasn’t dreaming. This was my childhood bedroom in my own family mansion — the same pink l ace curtains, the same vanity cluttered with skincare products I hadn’t used in years, the same faint scent of lavender from the diffuser. A tiny calendar lay on the nightstand. I snatched it up, heart pounding, and checked the date. It corresponded with the date on my phone. One week before the engagement ceremony. A chill ran down my spine. I had really come back. Fate, or whatever cruel force controlled such things, had given me a second chance. The memories of betrayal, the blood on the marble stairs, Alexander’s desperate voice — they weren’t nightmares. They were

I could feel my wolf again, she was here, pacing like she had just woken up from a dream. My palms were sweating. The wolf inside me was up on her toes, sniffing every sound. The marble was real. The whispering was real. The taste of the poison was already gone from my tongue, and I was wearing a dress I remembered choosing for my engagement party three years ago. I saw the calendar on the wall and finally knew for sure: I had been reborn. I was back at my engagement banquet — three years before my death. The Moon Goddess had heard me, and she had wound the clock back.

I yelled angrily, not caring who was going to hear. “Mara, what are you talking about? Are you sick?” Kendall frowned, taking a step back. “There is no baby. Today is the day we get our mates. Have you forgotten?” My heart stopped. I turned and quickly grabbed the calendar by my bedside. The date wasn't a lie. I had been reborn to the day Kendall and I picked our mates. My hand ran through my hair as I walked to the mirror. I was young, pretty and in perfect shape unlike before. Before Jace put me through all the hell I went