Rejected By The Pack, Reborn An Alpha Queen

Chapter 3

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had broken my hands, I had managed to escape the basement. I'd burst into a

my hands wrapped in bloody rags, screaming like

with wary distaste. She saw a crazed woman

embrace. "Your Highness, please forgive us," she had cried. "My

ohnathan had dragged me away, back to that hell. That was the

this snowstorm, back at the exact mom

a reason. This was my only chance. I

e. What they owe me, I will have

past life deep down, transforming it int

was a physical thing, a predator gnawing at my bones. But I clu

lding the tattered red banner high. It snap

ce us. They stopped, pointing, the

he banner of the 'W

rl? Is she holding a

eded the story to begin befo

flagstones. The cold seeped through my thin d

f the past died in despair. The me

ressed in fine silks, soaking up the praise that was mine. Sh

while I, the real family, was here in the snow, performi

small, humorless smile touched th

r. It was the main artery in and out of the capi

e appeared, I had to "happen" to collapse in front o

le over the wind, "when you see a black carriage with

cold or fear I couldn't tell, but

y's ugly, greedy faces. Hatred was t

der. Some people were even following u

els crunching on snow, the sharp

red at the end of the street. On its side, the golden c

as t

ed the bloody uniform, and prepare

honor-it all began now

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Rejected By The Pack, Reborn An Alpha Queen

Ren Ping Sheng Werewolf

“I was Gillian Joseph, the empire's youngest "Warlord of the Shimmering Reach." To protect my family, I gave up ten years of glory and military achievements, willingly fading into a faked death. Then I woke up in a snowstorm. The burn of my mother's poison still seared my throat. The echo of my brother's laughter as he shattered my bones still rang in my ears. My adoptive sister, Amara, had stolen every victory I ever won. And my "family"was about to dump me outside the city walls to die like a stray dog. But now, I am back. I have returned to the very day I was supposed to disappear-to the turning point before my fate plunged into irreparable darkness. This time, I will not believe that sacrifice buys mercy, nor that blood ties awaken conscience. While they smugly revel in my stolen glory, I am kneeling before the empire's most powerful princess, clutching my brother's blood-stained uniform. While they think I am nothing but a helpless worm, I have already sharpened the blade that will sever their throats. My adoptive sister boasts of my wartime feats at lavish banquets. And I-the true warlord-am knocking on my own front door, in full view of the crowd. They think I have come to beg for forgiveness. They are wrong. This time, I return as an avenger. I will reclaim my name, my honor, and every debt they owe me in blood. My family wanted me dead. Too bad death refused me. So now-it is their turn to burn.”