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Reborn As The Lycan Lord's Mate

Reborn As The Lycan Lord's Mate

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 820    |    Released on: Today at 11:03

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! Push one

ges of my vision. The relentless, agonizing contractions had drained ev

enna Thorne, glided into the room, carrying a steaming porcelain bow

ng as a deceptive, soothing balm. "You nee

rce of immense comfort, was pacing frantically in the back of my mind. A low, warnin

. "Are you still blaming me for taking Donavan's heart? But he has loved me from the very beg

"You shameless bitch! You were the one who claimed you felt n

sneered. "Kira, I told you long ago-I, Sien

us. Without warning, she forcefully shoved

nds in my way d

ge, icy numbness began to spread from my tongue down

ast my gaze to

n... sa

'm lying, do you? Donavan never cared for you. He only marked a

cret. Once Donavan ascended the throne as Alpha King, he personally conspi

tally crushed my heart. I gasped for ai

They were the most loyal and fiercest warriors of our kind. Yet, they were

second that they woul

ind the massacre of the Atkinson Pack were none other than

of that lean, aloof boy from my

na

ht" had been nothing but a

the audacity to hold me in his arms at night, whis

ly pathet

one last, soul-tearing scream, my body convulsed violently. And then, the shar

, Luna! It's a b

ewborn daughter, as if the child were a pi

d Martha, her tone chillingly

e midwife's hands trembled violently, bu

an iron grip, she pried my jaw open and forced the

pon my vision. My lungs burned like hellfire as I desperately gasped for air, fin

o tear my eyes a

which looked like a twisted, cru

burning like a beacon in

ve

d in the blood-soaked memory of my slaughtered pack, I swore an oath to the Moon

their entire

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Reborn As The Lycan Lord's Mate
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“I was pushing through the agonizing pain of childbirth, trusting my best friend Sienna as she fed me a warm bowl of herbal broth. But as the sweet liquid slid down my throat, a paralyzing numbness took over, and her gentle smile twisted into a triumphant smirk. "Your father and brothers are already dead," she whispered, as the sickening crunch of bone echoed outside my window. My fated mate, Donavan, had slaughtered my entire family. He didn't even bother to come into the room, telling Sienna that watching a wolfless thing like me die would be too messy. Using my last ounce of strength, I delivered my newborn daughter, only to watch Sienna order the midwife to throw my baby away like trash. Donavan finally walked in, perfectly groomed despite the massacre, and Sienna threw herself into his arms, faking heartbroken sobs over my tragic death in labor. As my life drained away into a cold, dark sea, pure hatred burned through my soul. Why did my fated mate and my best friend do this to me? I had given them my absolute trust, only to be discarded while they built their future on my family's blood. With my final breath, I stared into his treacherous eyes and made a silent vow that if I ever had another chance, I would make them pay. Opening my eyes again, the phantom pain vanished, and warm sunlight hit my face. I was back in my childhood bedroom, exactly five years ago, on the morning of my Mating Ceremony with Donavan.”