Reborn To Save the Lycan King
When the Lycan King was attacked by rogues, my mate—the Gamma warrior and Head of the Royal Guards—was busy comforting his sulking first love.
Instead of setting off the silver distress flare in my hand, I used my heavily pregnant body as a meat shield to protect the King.
Because in my past life, I fired that flare. Rowan came, saved the King, but abandoned his first love, leading to her death.
Rowan was hailed as a hero. But on the very day I gave birth, he tossed me into the Feral Pit.
When I asked him why in absolute agony, he just glared at me coldly.
"The King had plenty of guards! You fired that flare because you're a greedy bitch who only cares about wealth and power!"
"If you hadn't set off that flare, Yara wouldn't have died! I will make you suffer a hundred times what she went through!"
In the end, feral beasts tore me apart. They even devoured the pup right out of my womb.
Then, I opened my eyes. I was back on the day of the rogue attack.