Rebirth To Revenge

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ff the silver-coloured shawl that cove

d my eyes to look at the expansive looking

traced the contours of my burnt face that had been the object of r

e girl who had always been at the receiving end of affection. The radi

h the silver-colored hair and emerald green eyes mirroring the res

d back at me. And those beautiful lips? They

red reflection in the mirror for the first time after the

utiful the way they are. You are beautiful no matter the state of your face." He

ire that broke out suddenly in the hotel room we were staying in, a fire which had robbed me of my legs and landed me in a wheelchair.

the table in paper. I was woofless but I would finally give him a child! Edwin had invited my doctor to come to check on me one day when I was feeling sick and th

fth wedding anniversary and I was excited. Nervous? Yes, because of what people mig

g as ugly as I was now. He had been against me and Edwin getting married which was strange

ugh the large hall, yanking me from my

he moment had f

t lay atop the desk, securing it delicately around my features. Then,

but there was a glimmer of fear in me. In the past, during these wedding anniversary celebrations,

legs were forever lost and an eye, extinguished. It would be hard f

back, to the direction of the large hall, my

rearrange my shawl in a way that it covered my blind ey

to me, my husband, Edwin. My wolf, Marise, breathed "mate." making

dark brown eyes, his lean build and how the clea

t it felt like years. Such was the power of the

did I finally hear the hushed whispers of everyone around me. I looked to my right at where s

? Had they somehow d

by his side, long limbed, seductively beautiful Constance Avery, my best friend. He was smiling at her but I

sle' and Edwin turned to me

nge feeling i felt increased. This was not usually how it was done; it was usua

looked at me with love since I ar

iest and the priest al

Edwin Lane, the new Alpha of the Black Blood Pack and Annalise A

paration? Was there anybody else named Annalise Altair of Black Blo

heart was beating, not in e

eye at him, hoping he could read the

expression utterly different

pha of the Black Blood Pack, reject you, Annali

en, a searing pain followed as I felt the mate bond between

screeching and howling of my own wolf inside me if I still had my voice, I was sure I would have been screaming, myself. I clawed at my chest a

was no way Edwin would do this to me. Not the Edwin that had held m

thing, given myself completely to him. Even in bed when he laid with me, I did everything, took the lead. He'd never seemed p

ed and It wasn

that I was sure it was bleeding. And then finally, the pain subsided

eat of his heart, was now empty and the other pa

ne and I was forced to look up at

g me and I shuddered. 'No! Please! Don't! ' I

face and the mask followed next. My eyes closed

dess." I heard the

ther person sai

apparently a mother, to her child. More voices like that sp

ire accident to anybody. 'It was for my own good,' he had said. Now, it was clear it was not my well-being he had been looking

looked up at him, it was the first thing

aps pain, perhaps remorse. None of it was the expression he showed. No. There was nothing else but absolute revulsion, unmas

enced. That was how it was, the person who rejected felt no pain while the one rejected felt it

lly hauled to my feet and dragged out from the h

Grandpa, with his strong gait would not have allowed anyone to look at me with such obvious disr

thout anything to support me and my wheelchair gone. I cradled my stomac

ars run freely. I grabbed the table cloth on a drawer tha

sh scars that ran across each other, and then at the tears streaming from only one of her eyes. How Edwin had called this face beautiful was beyond me

truly