After Rebirth, I Refused the Cruel Alpha and Married the Dead Alpha King

Chapter 3

Word Count: 705 | Released on: 23/09/2026

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ndalized excitement ran th

ess snake! She threw herself at Demonte in secret, and now that she realiz

before she quickly masked it with sorrow. "Kelli... if you had only told me you wanted him

the cold floor. I didn'

t, rancid scent of his cheap musk and foul ambition made my

ad. "Are you absolutely certain that handker

am in his eyes. "Do not try to wiggle out of this, Kelli. You gave it to m

Lord Demonte claims this is proof of an illicit romance between us, I beg the royal he

red with two fingers

down from the dais, hold

tray with smug confidence, believing he

na reached out and snatched the handkerchief. "Allow me, Uncle! I sh

of freshly poured wine, looking at me as if I

xaggerated flourish. "Let us see what sweet

ruptly died

nto a mask of pure disbelief. Her fingers clenched the

mpted, his voice laced with

ked frantically from the handkerchief to Demonte,

rena stammered

calm step forward. "Did you find my name on it? Or pe

e stone platform. The sound cracked like thunder. "Herald, take the cloth from he

alyzed Serena. He held it up to the candlelight, squinting

went wide. He dropped to

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ud, Herald," the K

at, his voice carrying clea

, Lord Edward Wiley. May your spirit re

ce descended upo

hose face was now the

cutting through the silence like a frozen dagger. "Lord Demonte stole it from my family's memorial altar.

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After Rebirth, I Refused the Cruel Alpha and Married the Dead Alpha King

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“"For the honor of the fallen Nelson Pack, I humbly ask for Lady Kelli's hand." Demonte's voice echoed through the grand banquet hall as he knelt before the Alpha King. The crystal chandeliers blinded me, but it was the phantom pain of jagged silver blades piercing my chest that made my breath catch. I looked down at my smooth, unscarred hands. I was back. Reborn on the exact night of my seventeenth year when my life was bartered away like worthless livestock. Demonte played the chivalrous Alpha, pretending to save a "useless, wolfless orphan" like me. Beside him, his secret lover Baylee shed theatrical tears, playing the selfless martyr willing to share her man. In my past life, I believed their sickening lies. I let them use a twisted marriage rite to steal my pack's million acres and ten thousand loyal warriors, only to be locked in a dark dungeon while they slaughtered my remaining kin. My heart hammered violently against my ribs, but my blood boiled with cold, unyielding fury. Why should this adopted hypocrite be allowed to steal my inheritance and erase the sacrifice of his own pureblood brother? I refused to take Demonte's outstretched hand. Instead, I sank to the cold marble floor before the throne and demanded to fulfill an ancient honor pact by marrying his deceased brother, the fallen hero Edward Wiley. Just as the royal court erupted in mockery over my vow to a dead man, the heavy iron doors crashed open, and a terrifying, blood-drenched warrior stepped out of the freezing northern gale.”