Reborn As The Lycan Lord's Mate

“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.”