Reborn To Reject: The White Wolf's Second Chance
In my previous life, while I was screaming in labor, my Alpha husband was too busy comforting his mistress to answer his phone.
My son died gasping for air.
But Graves didn't grieve. Instead, he dragged me out of my recovery bed because his mistress, Alex, claimed to have "silver poisoning."
He commanded the doctors to cut me open right there.
He watched them harvest my kidney and spinal fluid without anesthesia, just to use my essence as a beauty treatment for the woman who poisoned me.
"It is your duty, Luna," he sneered as I bled out on the table.
I died looking at his cold, hateful eyes, realizing my love had been a death sentence.
But the Moon Goddess has a twisted sense of humor.
I opened my eyes, and the calendar on the wall showed the date from three years ago.
The day he brought Alex home.
I didn't cry. I didn't beg.
I walked straight to the dark clinic with a cooler box in my hand.
"Perform the Bloodline Severing," I told the terrified doctor.
"Extract the fetus and freeze it in magical stasis. I'd rather stop my baby's heart myself than let that monster call him 'son'."
Chapters
Share
Chapter 3
Kimberly POV:
The Kramer Hotel ballroom reeked of money and musk.
I stood at the top of the staircase. Below, Graves held court, looking magnificent and stupid. Alex clung to him in a white dress that screamed "virginal bride," playing the doe-eyed victim.
I didn't just walk down the stairs. I unleashed.
I dropped my suppression shields. The aura of the White Wolf—cold, ancient, and terrifying—flooded the room. The music died. Conversations strangled mid-sentence. The air grew heavy with the scent of ozone and snow.
I descended. The red silk flowed like liquid blood. Graves looked up, his drink pausing halfway to his lips. For a second, the fog in his eyes cleared, replaced by raw, confused lust.
Alex grip tightened on his arm, her claws snagging the fabric.
"Kimberly," Graves said, his voice tight. "You're late. And you look... aggressive."
"Happy Birthday, Alex," I projected my voice, ignoring him.
I snapped my fingers. A waiter presented a velvet box.
Alex’s eyes lit up. Greed was her defining trait. "You shouldn't have! Is it the car keys?"
"Open it."
She tore the lid off.
A scream pierced the silence. She scrambled back, dropping the box.
A dead crow rolled out onto the polished floor. Its neck was snapped. In the Old Tongue, it was a declaration: Traitor. Leave or Die.
"What is this?!" Graves roared, shielding Alex. "Are you insane?"
"I didn't pack it, Graves," I said, loudly enough for the Board to hear. "You did. Don't you remember? Last week, you said, 'Give the Rogue exactly what she deserves.'"
"Liar!" Alex shrieked, tears flowing instantly. "He loves me!"
The investors murmured. Graves looked frantic. He felt his control slipping.
"Kneel!" Graves bellowed, invoking the Alpha's Command. "Apologize!"
The waiters dropped to the floor. Weaker wolves whimpered. The psychic weight slammed down.
I stood motionless. I didn't even blink.
"I kneel for the Moon," I said, my golden eyes boring into his. "You’re just a man in a suit."
I turned and walked away. Behind me, glass shattered against the wall.
"Dustin!" Graves screamed at his Beta. "Bankrupt her! Destroy her companies! I want her on the street by morning!"
I smiled into the night air. I’d sold the companies yesterday. By morning, he’d be buying empty shells.
You may also like
8.5
When Lydia wakes bound in chains beneath the glow of a full moon, she has no memory of how she got there-only the haunting gaze of a silver-haired stranger named Baron, whose bite nearly claims her life.
Her salvation comes in the form of Dex, the fierce and commanding Alpha of the Silver Crescent Pack, a man whose touch sparks a connection she cannot explain. But when Dex calls her mate, Lydia's confusion deepens-because she can't remember him, their bond, or the love they once shared.
As Lydia struggles to recover fragments of her lost past, she discovers that her blood carries something ancient-something both wolves and vampires are willing to kill for. With Linda, her estranged twin, and loyal packmates Clara, Calma, Jack, Desmond, and Maxwell by her side, Lydia is forced to confront the war between light and shadow, and the truth about the goddess power sleeping inside her.
But Baron isn't finished. Bound to Lydia through dark magic and blood, he invades her dreams, whispering secrets Dex refuses to reveal. Lies unravel. Loyalties blur. And Lydia begins to wonder if the man she's destined to love might also be the one destined to destroy her.
When the moon rises again, will Lydia choose the Alpha who saved her-or the darkness that calls her name?
8.6
Amara's life has always been predictable-until the shadows start watching her. Footsteps follow her on empty streets, strange chills scrape down her spine, and something ancient tracks her every move from the dark.
Everything changes the night a terrifying wolf-like creature lunges out of the darkness and leaves her fighting for her life. Just when all hope slips away, a mysterious man steps in-sleek, powerful, and gone before she can speak his name.
Haunted by the memory of his golden eyes, Amara begins to unravel a truth she never imagined. A creature in the night. A man in the shadows. A bond that defies logic. Her search for answers leads her to a hidden library and a forgotten article that exposes a world she was never meant to discover, one of magic, danger, and beings who walk between realms.
From the veil of the other world, Kael watches her. Her guardian. Her burden. The one fate bound to her long before she was born. And every day, the pull between them grows stronger... and harder for him to fight.
As enemies gather in both realms, Amara must face the darkness hunting her and the bond tying her to Kael. Because when shadow meets destiny, survival demands trust, courage,
and a heart willing to walk into the dark.
7.9
I woke in the Alpha King's bed, a throbbing mark on my neck confirming his undeniable claim. Days after my own Alpha publicly shattered me, I was now Fated Mate to my best friend's powerful, enigmatic father. Caught between ancient magic and devastating family secrets, my world would never be the same.
My body ached with proof: I, a rejected she-wolf, was Kaelen Blackwood's Fated Mate. This terrifying bond, sealed by crimson on his sheets, far surpassed the political alliance I sought after Zane's brutal rejection. This new destiny, tied to my best friend's father, was a complexity I never anticipated.
Kaelen vanished. My best friend, Briar, discovered my Marking Bite, her fury convinced her father assaulted me. My truth-Fated Mates-shattered her. Zane reappeared, desperate, as Kaelen's council debated their "new Luna" and his "lost pup" past. I felt a pawn in a web of secrets.
Driven by a lullaby and Kaelen's silent challenge, I touched the Moonpetal Grotto. Together, we unlocked its ancient magic, confirming our bond. As the sacred cavern glowed, and Kaelen offered a rare smile, I realized this gesture transcended politics, hinting at a truth far deeper.
7.4
BLURB
It's when you're at your lowest you find out who truly is for you and those that have been your enemy in friend's clothing the whole time.
The moment my father was executed and Piper's father elected, I realised that my so-called best friend was my greatest enemy. She took everything I had, including my mate. And my mate did absolutely nothing to help me.
Just when I thought it was all over, the Goddess pairs me once again with the Greatest Demon of all time, the Alpha King. The same man responsible for my father's death.
I care less about love, all I want is revenge. But why does my heart find it hard to understand that?
8.2
"You've hurt me once before, what is the reassurance that you won't hurt me again?"
Jasmine's world crumbled on the night of her college graduation. She found out that her boyfriend was in love with her due to a cruel bet he had with his friends during their freshman night four years ago. Betrayed and humiliated, she decided to flee the heartbreak, leaving her life and memories behind. On her way fleeing, she was met with a car accident that robs her of the memories of the man who hurts her the most. Eight years later, fate forces her into an arranged marriage with the same man who hurts her so much in the past. Will Jasmine regain her memories of the past? Will she fall in love with the same man again? Find out in this intriguing book, "Married To My Ex-Lover."
7.5
I thought my best friend Mila and my lover Preston were my only salvation from Essex Langley, the ruthless billionaire who kept me caged in his estate.
I trusted them blindly when they planned my grand escape.
But it was all a cruel setup.
Mila deliberately leaked the plan to Essex's guards to win his favor, and Preston only wanted my family's shares to pay off his massive debts.
When we were caught in the rose garden, Preston shoved me toward the guards and ran for his life.
"You're insane if you think I actually loved a freak like you!"
I was dragged back into the manor, my ribs cracking under heavy boots.
I bled out on the freezing marble floor, staring into Essex’s unhinged, mad eyes as I took my last agonizing breath.
Until the moment I died, I couldn't accept it.
I had ruined my own life, adopting a hideous punk look with fake tattoos and piercings just to make Essex hate me, all for two people who saw me as nothing but a sacrificial lamb.
Why was my blind rebellion rewarded with such a brutal betrayal?
Opening my eyes again, the white-hot pain was gone.
I was back in the freezing bedroom on my eighteenth birthday, the very night Mila would come to orchestrate my ruin.
I looked at the rebellious, smudged stranger in the mirror.
This time, I calmly washed off the black makeup, took out my lip ring, and put on a pristine white dress.
If fighting the devil got me killed, then in this life, I would tame him and make them all pay.