Reincarnation of the lycan king's mate

er expected to see them again. Was this the stage of sifting through memories? She had heard that when someone

and bared his perfectly set teeth in anger. His body was wreathed with tiny cuts and holes. She remembered this moment with vivid clarity

when he slept, and so he slept on the pins, waking up hours

this moment in particular? Wha

he knew it absolutely wasn't just a vis

e got a redo. She got a second chanc

l's main door and Morgana barged into the room, crying pitifully and trying to remove his hand from Rei

battling everyone that tried to keep her from protecting her. She supposed she couldn't be blamed. Morgana was a very beautiful woman, in the way that made on

ter that was a year younger than her. Her heart al

bout having no assets. She had worn trashy clothes so Morgana could wear the best of everything. She worked her ass off for her father's business in their small pack, fostering it to gr

tolen her whole life and inheritance. She still stupidly supported Morgana, believing that wh

few words with him, but she found him attractive already and it was a plus in her books. She told Morgana, as the foolishly trusting woman she was. She ranted about how excited she was to have such a strong and

he night about why she had to be so unlucky that her mate was such a vicious per

s to make him hate her, so he wo

aring nothing but rags every time he invited her over, to terrorizing the people working in his home. She found every possibl

her, he forcefully made her stay in his hom

course, went straight ahead to grovel before her mate. She promised him that she would

ce Royan had finally deigned to never talk to her again, still just keeping her in his home – that he was one of the higher ups of the e

right in her bedroom, laughing in her face about how stupi

oom. The staff ignored her as she basically crawled, thinkin

last breath was Morgana moving to touch Royan, o

lease on life, she would not waste it

if it was the last th