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Rejected Mate's Vengeance

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I am Amara Simmons, the first female Alpha of the Simmons Pack, and my sister is Della Stewart. In our previous life, I married into a pack of academics and wasted my life, while she married into the Knight Pack and was beaten to death. Reborn, we exchanged knowing smiles and swapped our mate bonds when choosing our mates. After the marking ceremony, the abusive rogue who once terrorized her now cowered in the corner, pointing at the Omega I had just disciplined and whimpering, “You’ve dealt with him, so you won’t deal with me, right…?” Me: “It’s no trouble to do both.” --- Della and I are both daughters of the Simmons Pack’s Alpha. But she doesn’t seem like a true daughter of our father, who was a rogue-turned-Alpha. Della, on the other hand, is as fragile as a leaf in the wind. No wonder she ended up being beaten to death by her mate in our past life. Though she used to scheme against me, vying for our parents’ favor, she’s still my sister. In our past life, I spent half my life in the Knight Pack, unloved by my mate and disrespected by others, eventually succumbing to a slow-acting poison. When I heard that Della had been beaten to death and her body left hanging until it rotted, a wave of suffocating anger surged through me.

Rejected Mate's Vengeance Chapter 1

I am Amara Simmons, the first female Alpha of the Simmons Pack, and my sister is Della Stewart.

In our previous life, I married into a pack of academics and wasted my life, while she married into the Knight Pack and was beaten to death.

Reborn, we exchanged knowing smiles and swapped our mate bonds when choosing our mates.

After the marking ceremony, the abusive rogue who once terrorized her now cowered in the corner, pointing at the Omega I had just disciplined and whimpering,

“You’ve dealt with him, so you won’t deal with me, right…?”

Me: “It’s no trouble to do both.”

---

Della and I are both daughters of the Simmons Pack’s Alpha.

But she doesn’t seem like a true daughter of our father, who was a rogue-turned-Alpha.

Della, on the other hand, is as fragile as a leaf in the wind.

No wonder she ended up being beaten to death by her mate in our past life.

Though she used to scheme against me, vying for our parents’ favor,

she’s still my sister.

In our past life, I spent half my life in the Knight Pack, unloved by my mate and disrespected by others, eventually succumbing to a slow-acting poison.

When I heard that Della had been beaten to death and her body left hanging until it rotted, a wave of suffocating anger surged through me.

I died on the spot.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Della and I were choosing our mates.

As the matchmaker presented the mate bonds, I felt a wave of déjà vu.

In our past life, Della had chosen the Knight Pack without hesitation.

This time, she hesitated.

I could see her trembling fingers.

A thought struck me—had she been reborn too?

Despite her fear, she still reached for the Knight Pack’s mate bond.

I was stunned. If she knew marrying into the Knight Pack would lead to her death, why, in this new life,

wouldn’t she choose differently?

Then it hit me—she didn’t want me to take her place.

It took me three years of navigating pack politics in the Knight Pack to understand the intricacies of such decisions.

Otherwise, with my straightforward mind, I’d have just thought my sister was being foolish.

I snatched the Knight Pack’s mate bond before she could take it.

Della jolted and immediately turned to look at me. I gave her a knowing smile.

She’s far more perceptive than I am and quickly understood, silently picking up the other mate bond.

In this life, my strength and her cunning will finally serve us well.

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