Reborn As The Lycan Lord's Mate

Chapter 9

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t of her leather armor. It was the box I used to keep my mother's je

the box and handed

ng quietly on a velvet cushion, lay a stack

ting was wild and aggressive. Without

the opening lines. His ex

He continued reading, reciting paragraphs filled with flowery promises. Then, his voice turned incredibly

fling. This was a conspi

y. "Your Majesty," he reminded in a

His already ashen face now transformed into pure, una

pting my father's loyalty, he was conspiring

ore his rebirth, he lunged forward, his eyes filled with a terrifying mix of despair and madness.

the frantic ravings of a guilty man. But to me, those words sen

sed their spears against the

led the letters into the air. The pieces of paper fluttered do

aughingstock in front of all the noble packs

e couldn't figure out how Kristine had gotten her hands on these letter

s right before your eyes. I now request the r

s going to drag her out into the sunlight a

is voice trembling with rage.

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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.”