Reborn As The Lycan Lord's Mate

Chapter 7

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, this is a misunderstanding!" he pleaded, turning to my father. "I don't know

erical, scorned lover. It was hi

response. He simply stared at Donavan, that sile

Donavan. My father saved your life, and you promised you would marry me! Yet you left without

d throbbed. He was not going t

ast life, Donavan had finally realized that during the process

my for the rest of his days, he was absol

omised to marry you. From the very beginning, there has only be

Faye's hand away. "Guards

ps of the balcony, every

tomatically, everyone's ey

se that I could even see the sudden bead of sweat

hoarse whisper, reaching out his fingers to tigh

leanor Price-the elderly priestess who w

g with unquestionable authority. "

bond. It was only meant to be removed by the mate after the marking. Anyone else

d, her aged eyes

ce, she slowly, with trembling hands, reac

te lace sl

hly silence surrounding us, I spoke t

eject you, Donavan C

he meaning

arrying an absolute aura of autho

Alistair Valerius strode forward, his golden cloak billowing behind him. And standing side-by-side with him w

ndreas

ted," but I never expected him to a

le. But when his gaze landed on Donavan's hand, which was still tightly gripping

present immediately dropped

into an almost tangible oppressive force. "The Mating Ceremony of the two most vi

was happening right now was a direc

pped to one knee. "Father, please forgive this farce. Kira... she ha

tle me into an unreaso

"Your Majesty," I spoke up, my voice steady and clear. "Every d

on. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flicker of some indescr

tern. He knew full well that this was abso

a booming bell. "Stand up straight. Tell your King e

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Reborn As The Lycan Lord's Mate

Sophia Langley Werewolf

“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.”