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

Chapter 5

Word Count: 787 | Released on: 23/09/2026

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ugh the noble cou

ung lords instinctively reached for swords they

beneath our feet. The raw power of the Royal Alpha forced every wo

s, who rushed down to take the blood-soaked p

immediately stepped forward, placing his right fist

onfang Pack stands ready to defend the realm! I request permission to

kly composed himself, eager to wipe away his recent

," Karson continued, his tone dripping with false pride. "He is r

. "I will bring you the heads of the Rogue chieftains, Y

ng against the rough silver wolf-tooth bra

laugh welled

e the veteran commanders of the Nelson Pack bled on the front lines. Afterward, Karson had falsified the war records, st

this

through the tension. "I must ask Lord Karson a grave

silent, girl! This is a council of war! A Wolfless

guard of the Ironfang Pack consists exclusively of Pureblood Alpha warriors. Under the Sacred Code of the Fir

n the left side of the hall exchanged m

ed, sweat beginning to bead on his forehead once more. "H

rick broke the enemy siege, yet Demonte's name was the only one written on the royal dispatch? Or perhaps the Skirmish of Blac

in his throat. His eyes

t vaults of the War Ministry. He could not fathom how an orphaned

High Command!" Demonte hissed

e, Lord Karson, that an orphan plucked from the common gutters shares the exact same amber eye colo

into a breathless,

ed from red to an

legitimate son he had fathered with a common concub

ly, slammed her palm against her chair. "Guards! Seize this insolent gir

steel armor stepped forward, their he

eld high, waiting for the sp

on-studded oak doors of the palace were blown complete

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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.”