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Isadora’s POV I froze. “In my past life, you didn’t just marry me. You tricked your way into my bed. Pretended to be innocent. And ended up pregnant—with my son. Leo.” My blood turned to ice. Cassian had been reborn too. My voice caught in my throat. “You…?” He didn’t answer. Just stared at me, like the memory still burned behind his eyes. So that was it. Maybe we both died. Or maybe my second chance had somehow dragged him back with me. I didn’t know.

She traced her finger through the rosary again and again, praying for his safety and long life. But no one knew that after each pilgrimage, she would slip away to a quiet corner and pray for Philip as well. She prayed that he would no longer die for her, that in another life, they might have a different ending. After Mason died, she burned the slips of paper where she had written her prayers for Philip. Amid the rising flames, a solemn, ethereal voice seemed to echo, "As you wished." The scene shifted. Mason had been reborn, and with calm authority, he stopped his men to find a doctor to awaken her memories.

I need to take a photo with Marigold and her marigold. I’d obliged because I’d do anything for him. Even if it made me uncomfortable to have photos taken of me. I’d secretly loved being the center of attention if it was him taking the photo. I just loved being the center of his attention. Tucking the picture back into the hat, I return my focus to the computer screen. I’d written four chapters overnight. I’d started an entire new manuscript. The characters were aged up a bit, and in my late night plotting session, I’d created an entire new ending for them. It wasn’t the one we first pitched to my editor when selling the duet, but this one feels better. For the first time since I started writ

I said, releasing my wolf’s energy in Lillian’s direction. Lillian stumbled backwards, her eyes widening. Before she could recover, I closed the distance between our bodies in a flash and grabbed her neck, squeezing tightly. “All it would take is a letter back home and Alpha Basil Silverrun would have a lot of explaining to do to my Alpha,” I said and my smirk widened. “Or perhaps, would Luna Silvia of Moonflame be a better person to write to? She dotes on me quite a bit.” Lillian could barely hear me over her struggle to breathe. “P-Please…I b-beg you…d-don’t kill m-me…”

By the end of the loops, something big happened that satisfied and angered 'him', that he rewound the time repeatedly to achieve the ending he wanted. The reason 'he' rewound it but didn't introduce a significant change was that he wanted to keep a certain outcome and eliminate the other undesired one. Orcenal sighed. "It seems that sacrifice must be made in order to restore the true balance..." ---- Note: Do you want to see the visuals of this story? Follow our Ins-tagramm account: @sagastories.id. By the way, this story is available as a comic/w*****n. Just look for the same title "The Alpha's Replacement Bride" on W e b t o on app.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GRAPHIC VIOLENCE AND GORE (DISMEMBERMENT, FEEDING). As Cruella's bones kept changing positions making her vulnerable, the girls thought of it as an opportunity to run but Maeve saw it as an opportunity to get revenge. She was frightened by Cruella's sudden strength but now that she was going through whatever this is, she wanted to teach her a lesson. “Come on Maeve, let's get out of here.” One of her minions said. It's obvious the girl was fucking scared but Maeve cared less.

Because of that, I wanted to take the time to re-edit and rewrite the previous chapters before moving forward. I know and I am sorry for the inconvenience. I'm aware that Updates are important but before that I want to ensure that I give you readers what you deserve, a good cohesive story. This means that soon some chapters may appear differently. Rest assured that it won't change the story, but only when I successfully do this can I move forward. I'll be grateful for your support during this time. With Love, Rose D'Arc

Hello, readers! It's me, Salvia. If you're a new subscriber, you can scroll past this note. If you've been here before, please reread the story from the beginning because I did a major editing. Here's what I did. *I switched the point of view from third to first *Introduced a few minor characters *I wrote a few more scenes *Merged some of the old chapters *Gave the existing characters a little backstory *I also changed the title from Enemy of the Wolves to Alpha's Mate: The Villainess because that is what people thought of Selina, a villainess.

"And we’re stuck in a void." "Not stuck," a voice said. I turned around. Standing in the void was a girl. She looked about ten years old. She had messy brown hair and was wearing a t-shirt with a picture of a cartoon cat on it. She was holding a pencil and a piece of paper. "Who are you?" I asked. The girl looked at me and smiled. It was the only real smile I had seen in twenty-eight years. "I'm the one who **Wrote** the 'Beta Test,'" the girl said. "I'm the one Marcus stole the idea from. And I think it's time we 'Re-Write' the ending."

He kissed them away without comment. “I keep waiting for the narrative to punish us for the rewrite,” I whispered. “Some part of me still expects the correction.” “Then we give it new data until the expectation starves.” He tilted my face up. “Every ordinary morning. Every public walk. Every night I take you without a countdown running. We overwrite the original ending one ordinary hour at a time until even you stop listening for its footsteps.” I nodded against his throat, too full for words.