Reborn: Making the Rival Alpha My Mate

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the suffocating darkness. I gasped, my

xpecting the warm, sticky flow of my own blood. Instead, my fingers met the soft, dry fabric of my nightgown

carry me to the vanity mirror in the corner of the r

final days was gone, replaced by t

dess had actually heard my dying vo

ide my damp bangs. There it was-the jagged, d

the innocent victim, whispering the "secret" of my hideous mark to her friend, Jocelyn. Jocelyn had eagerly spread the

rippled by insecurity. But looking at it now, after enduring the agony of Davian'

y finger. It wasn't a flaw; it was a

the mirror. I was no longer the fragile, naive girl wh

dictate my own fate. Those who thought they could step on me w

theart, wha

as rushing toward me, her beautiful face etched with deep worry. Just behind her stood my father, Ali

warm, breathing, and looking at me with such profound, unconditional love. The sheer weight of their presence shatt

shoulder, desperately inhaling her familiar, comforting scent of lavender and ra

thed, her warm hand gently rubbing my back. "Are you still

lara stepped inside. She looked like a flawless picture of innocence in her pristi

. "Anya! You're finally awake," she cried softly, her voice trembling with a masterful display of feigned guilt.

over my dying body, smirking as Davian twisted the blade into my heart, flashed vi

her right now would only make me look like a hysterical, fever-addled girl. I needed t

oked directly at Elara. I kept my expression perfectly calm, an unreadable mask, though my voice was s

. She was clearly caught off guard by my mild, forgiving tone

't raise my voice, but I made sure it was clear and steady enough for my parents and brother to hear every single syllable. "My forehea

e fact settle over the room. I watched the subtle sh

rously polite, "how did your best friend,