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'."
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Chapter 8
Kimberly POV:
The airport was my sanctuary.
My phone buzzed. Transfer complete. Malibu is yours. Pack Dissolution filed.
I sat in a quiet corner and opened the cooler. The vial sat in dry ice—my unborn child, suspended in time.
I pulled out the parchment. The Blood Pact.
I sliced my palm with a silver penknife. Blood hit the paper. It hissed.
I, Kimberly of the White Wolf, reject you, Alpha Graves.
The bond in my chest ripped open. It felt like a heart attack, sharp and blinding. Then... silence. The constant background noise of Graves’ emotions vanished.
I packed the parchment and the vial into a bio-hazard box. I labeled it clearly.
"Courier," I told the clerk. "Kramer Tower. Priority."
I dropped my phone on the tile and crushed it under my heel.
"Flight 815 to Bali," the announcer called.
Graves was taking Alex to Paris tomorrow. Let him have Paris. I was going where the sun would burn his touch off my skin.
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Just hours after I endured a grueling labor to give Kaelen, my fated mate and the Alpha, two beautiful twins, he walked into the infirmary.
Instead of holding our newborns, his Alpha aura pinned me to the bed as he coldly announced, "I reject you as my mate."
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