Rejected By The Pack, Reborn An Alpha Queen

Chapter 4

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riage drew near, I ga

il tore from her throat, piercing the wind. "G

The crowd erupted. "It really is the 'Wraith's'

ess must have heard the commot

harp. "Who is making this noise! Do you know the

as if I might collapse at any moment. I mumbled, my voice just loud e

to the guests beside him. "That girl has been kneeling all the way from the east

g my forehead down hard against the frozen sto

sion darkened. This wasn't just an a

, my body went limp. I pitched forward, my face burying i

my side. "Someone, help! Please, help

in glances. One of them hurr

in a warm hat, Matron Agnes, looked out, her expression cold

carriage door. I kept my eyes closed, pl

ed me, then the blood-stained uniform and banner on the gr

house. She... she is the twin sister of the 'Wraith of the Spine.' When she heard of

the insignia on the shoulder. "That is indeed the unif

l, authoritative female voice s

d. "Your Highness, sh

er inside." The voice

armth and expensive perfume washed over me,

t groan as I "regained consciousness." I slowly opened my eyes and found m

ss Gen

ful and impeccably maintained, but her bro

asked. Her voice was just as I

apsing back. I gasped for breath. "Your Highness... forgive

seemed to touch her. The suspicion in her

g moment before speaking to Matron

but it was the first si

ffered. "Thank you, Your Highness... but unti

her eyes. A weak girl with such an iron will... it remin

ph through me. "Very well. Your devotion is moving. In tha

princess. This was better t

the Joseph family dares to trea

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Rejected By The Pack, Reborn An Alpha Queen

Ren Ping Sheng Werewolf

“I was Gillian Joseph, the empire's youngest "Warlord of the Shimmering Reach." To protect my family, I gave up ten years of glory and military achievements, willingly fading into a faked death. Then I woke up in a snowstorm. The burn of my mother's poison still seared my throat. The echo of my brother's laughter as he shattered my bones still rang in my ears. My adoptive sister, Amara, had stolen every victory I ever won. And my "family"was about to dump me outside the city walls to die like a stray dog. But now, I am back. I have returned to the very day I was supposed to disappear-to the turning point before my fate plunged into irreparable darkness. This time, I will not believe that sacrifice buys mercy, nor that blood ties awaken conscience. While they smugly revel in my stolen glory, I am kneeling before the empire's most powerful princess, clutching my brother's blood-stained uniform. While they think I am nothing but a helpless worm, I have already sharpened the blade that will sever their throats. My adoptive sister boasts of my wartime feats at lavish banquets. And I-the true warlord-am knocking on my own front door, in full view of the crowd. They think I have come to beg for forgiveness. They are wrong. This time, I return as an avenger. I will reclaim my name, my honor, and every debt they owe me in blood. My family wanted me dead. Too bad death refused me. So now-it is their turn to burn.”