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Rejected By The Pack, Reborn An Alpha Queen

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 771    |    Released on: Today at 15:03

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accuse Gillian of being an imposter. How very interesting. Would a loyal ser

ed to see how this girl, Gillian, would react when push

servants grabbed my arms. Their grip was like ir

was nothing compared to theirs. My cloak was torn from

y! Drag her away! Don't let her dist

ervants, annoyed with my res

lost my balance

ing so tightly flew from my

ealing its contents-the man's uniform, stained dark

t the pure white snow. On the uniform's shoulder, the

street fe

o drag me away, froze. Their eyes were f

ld, she knew exactly what that was. It was a banner that only the h

s back. Shouldn't this have been destroyed along with her other identity whe

trying to protect a priceless treasure. I reached out, my hand trembli

I wept openly. "Wasn't it enough for them to steal your gl

niform!" "What is wrong with this family? They dare to lay hand

illian were an imposter, where would she have obtained this unique, bl

argue. "This... this must have been stolen! To fa

a lone woman steal the personal effects of a hig

you certain this was stolen? This banner was personally bestowed by the High Sovereign himself las

at pouring down her face. Her l

knew Martha was lying, but as long as no one with mo

sobs and cold. I looked utterly helpless, utterly pitiful. I

, powerful hoofbeats echoed fr

c. This was no ordinary hors

s drawn to the sound, a

magnificent black steed, burst through the snow like a

anking officer of the border army, still spat

t was cle

angle no one could see, a

y here, Reyno

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Rejected By The Pack, Reborn An Alpha Queen
Rejected By The Pack, Reborn An Alpha Queen
“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.”