After Rebirth, I Ruined His Alpha Reign

“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.”