Reborn As The Lycan Lord's Mate

Chapter 8

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t flinching. I refused to let him see me as a weak, emotional girl

avan a glance. To me, h

t Donavan Chambers because he is unworthy of being associated with the Atki

edibly bold, a mercil

She's just throwing a tantrum, Father! This is not

e. "Promising marriage to another she-wolf, promising to make her

or an Alpha of his standing to have a few meaningless flings. Is this your only reason, Kira Atkinson

But his betrayal is not just directed at me personally. He intended to use our marriage-an alliance personally sanction

nstantly drained from Donavan's fac

weakness. The secret he

an my mother took in. The girl I called my sister. Donavan, do you da

deny it, otherwise he would only dig himself a deeper hole.

on the very day of his Mating Ceremony, this man's heart and his promises belong to t

re. His storm-gray eyes were fixed dead on me, carrying an unnerving, scrutiniz

he still wanted to preserve his son's dignity. "These are extremely grave accusations, g

luffing. His affair with Sienna was maintained entirely through whispers

m. I simply turned my head

trode forward with her head held high

voice was crisp and

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Reborn As The Lycan Lord's Mate

Sophia Langley Werewolf

“I was pushing through the agonizing pain of childbirth, trusting my best friend Sienna as she fed me a warm bowl of herbal broth. But as the sweet liquid slid down my throat, a paralyzing numbness took over, and her gentle smile twisted into a triumphant smirk. "Your father and brothers are already dead," she whispered, as the sickening crunch of bone echoed outside my window. My fated mate, Donavan, had slaughtered my entire family. He didn't even bother to come into the room, telling Sienna that watching a wolfless thing like me die would be too messy. Using my last ounce of strength, I delivered my newborn daughter, only to watch Sienna order the midwife to throw my baby away like trash. Donavan finally walked in, perfectly groomed despite the massacre, and Sienna threw herself into his arms, faking heartbroken sobs over my tragic death in labor. As my life drained away into a cold, dark sea, pure hatred burned through my soul. Why did my fated mate and my best friend do this to me? I had given them my absolute trust, only to be discarded while they built their future on my family's blood. With my final breath, I stared into his treacherous eyes and made a silent vow that if I ever had another chance, I would make them pay. Opening my eyes again, the phantom pain vanished, and warm sunlight hit my face. I was back in my childhood bedroom, exactly five years ago, on the morning of my Mating Ceremony with Donavan.”