Reborn: Making the Rival Alpha My Mate

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y. Banners of various noble houses snapped in the crisp wind, and lavishly dressed aristocrats clustered in

age, the ambient chatter plummeted into a sharp

st? I can't believe she has

Elara's maid? Had the poor girl whi

It's a tragedy Prince Davian is shackled

on would have shattered my spirit. Now, it was nothing but background noise. I kept my spine st

ng in his chest as he prepared to lash out at a pas

I murmured, my voice steady.

nd-blown flower. When her eyes met mine, she offered a theatrical look of deep concern-but the triumphant smirk playing on her lips gave her a

atmosphere vio

untain. A suffocating, absolute Alpha aura slammed into the clearing. The gossip died instantly. Every Alpha pre

weight. "Prince Kaelen Valerius," he breathed out, his

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ed deep in my soul. I turned, my breath catching in my throat

yet he commanded the space entirely. His features were carved from unforgiving

truth of my past life crashed o

turned to my mind, and in my hazy me

h twisted amusement. "The only cure was the life of the one who loved you most. So, he traded his life for

n utterly blind. Kaelen-the terrifying, untouchable Alpha I had spent my entire lif

et eyes flicked toward me.

ibs. A jolt of pure, electric heat shot throug

ned under his overwhelming dominance, letting out a soft,

est. It was something far more dangerous. A subtle, magnetic pull. A deep ache of longi

d me enough to die for me while I fool

ng such magnificent power, a spark of undenia

King's dais. But as he passed, a wisp of his mountain-pine scent

emotions-the gratitude, the budding desire, the grief-into a tight box. Not yet

the hunting horn sh

freezing over into glacial resolve as

nd her sycophants marching toward me, thei