After Rebirth, I Ruined His Alpha Reign

Chapter 9

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nd of the garden. It was my mother's favorite place,

still a whirlwind. I motioned for Jade to wait by the entrance an

wasn't

wore simple, dark clothing of a fine cut, his posture straight and unwavering

me, sharp-featured, but marred by a thin, pale sca

s eldest son. The prince who had reportedly lost his sight a

s were not close. I had enough trou

ent to me. Crisp and clean, like pine after winter rain. But underneat

e scent matched. Nightshade root, processed and refined. It didn't kill. It put the inner wolf into a deep, unbreakable

four... five... six... seven. A fractional pause. A hitch so small anyone e

unula-the small white crescent at the base of each nail-was

e breath. The

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of the realm, the firstborn son, being systematically weakened by s

nd smooth. "Miss Torres. I

gruffly. "His Highness h

t. He was seen as a broken piece, useless in the great game of pow

. Silas tensed, his hand dropping to his sword. I

voice low and direct. "Was you

e cracked. Not a break-a hairline fracture. He did

he asked, "Why would you as

ess. Metallic." I paused. "Do you often suffer from headaches, Your Highness? Persistent coldness

his sword. The air grew th

his voice came, quieter than before. "

mes what looks like a curse is ju

pping his guard from dra

the garden, a familiar, hat

knew I'd find y

e had fol

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After Rebirth, I Ruined His Alpha Reign

Ai Chi Werewolf

“I fought through a brutal, bloody war to secure the throne for my mate, Daryle. But when I went to embrace him after our hard-won victory, he drove a silver arrow straight through my heart. As I lay choking on my own blood in the snow, my half-sister Christal stepped from the shadows, wearing my mother's heirloom and a triumphant smile. Daryle looked down at me with cold disgust, calling me a disgraceful Omega who was only in the way. He coldly declared that the blood of my thirty thousand fallen soldiers was nothing more than mortar for his new empire, a throne he would now share with my murderer. My love, my absolute loyalty, and my life were all just a pathetic joke to them. I watched as a phantom as they held a grand state funeral, masking their vile treachery with fake tears. Why did my absolute devotion only earn me a knife in the back? My soul burned with a hatred so absolute it consumed the endless void of death. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn't dead in the snow. I was eighteen, chained to a damp cellar wall, falsely accused by Christal of stealing our stepmother's jewelry. "If you touch her again, I promise you will regret the day you were born." I calmly dislocated my own thumbs to slip out of the heavy iron cuffs, staring down the terrified guards. This time, I wouldn't just survive. I would tear their world apart.”