The Crippled Alpha's Secret Reborn Mate

“I was forced to attend the grand Bloom Gala. My stepsister, April, glided towards me in her emerald dress and pressed a glass of champagne into my hand. "Drink this. You must be nervous," she smiled, as sweet as poison. It was this exact glass of drugged wine that started my ultimate ruin. After drinking it, I lost consciousness and was dragged to the Nightingale Pavilion, where I was forcibly mated by Alpha Hamilton. April then orchestrated a grand show, leading the entire party to "discover" my scandal. I was instantly branded a shameless Omega, paraded as a disgrace, and became nothing but a stepping stone for Hamilton's ambition to take the throne. When I was no longer useful, he chained me in a damp dungeon and slid a silver blade into my pregnant belly. I screamed silently as the life drained from me, the warmth of my unborn child turning cold. April just stood there, watching my gruesome death with hidden malice. Until I died, I couldn't accept it. Why did my own family weave such a vicious web just to destroy me for power? The sharp sound of shattering glass suddenly pulled me back from the nightmare. I stared down at my pale, unscarred hands and flattened my palm against my stomach. It was empty. Safe. I had been reborn to the night I was sixteen, right before the trap was sprung. Looking at April's expectant eyes, I calmly tipped the poisoned champagne into a potted fern. The lamb they had led to slaughter was dead, and the wolf had returned for blood.”