Witch Princess (Reborn to Kill)

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my heart beating rapidly. My eyes glittered, but I refused to let the tear

ts surrounding him-Morgan, my mate; my best friend, Cheryl

that he loved so much because my mother had designed them before her death. The same ro

that he had been dead for some hours. They had arranged his body properly o

thing I could do. He was gone, and I coul

he death of the Alpha of t

hers joined in, whil

he Alpha to the ground," Morgan

e in atmosphere. What was this? Everyone was staring at me with an expr

Hate. D

hey look at

d. "I need

n ordered the men

up. "I

doesn't matte

ked. "

now the Alpha of the pack since

t that I am going to rule the pack. Wait, I

wants you. You are a weak omega. How can you rule over a bunch of strong, able betas

as Morgan-my mate-who stood by me,

tch who died while giving birth. Because of this, I was hated by my peopl

this be

I mis

supporting me. Why are you saying all these harsh words? My father just died; I am yet to recover from t

person who is going to

ou will rule the pack; being m

una. I have found a more deserving person to take that role." He stretched his hand to Cheryl, my bes

an, and he wrapped his hand aro

mare. You people are all I have," I tu

etend because of the Alpha. How dare you try to be happy? You are a disgrace to

orced myself to stand up. "N... Nanny," my voice broke. She had b

me close to m

ther's beta, Mist

em," he said. "You sho

l pretend to care and love me? Why did you p

hly. "Why else? If not for the fact that you are the Alpha's daughter, we wou

t before him. "I'm sorry, I'm

e must have been something good they felt for me, even if it was pity. They were the reason I

ion by your side-I would take it," I begged. I was desperate for belonging, love, attention, and want. It was so

re my only hope, the only ones I lo

my tummy. I groaned,

ove you. You are not meant to be loved; you are mea

rs. I stood up. "Did you

id without

We all pretended. You were a

worries," Morgan said to me. This time, I could see the hate, anger, and urge to kill in his

s I could from them, from the palace. I could

er. They all looked at me with the same eyes. Everyone I passed hit me in different ways. The more I walked past them, the

urrounded me with smiles on their faces. Yet I held a bit of hope that one out of many wanted me alive. I was such a fool. Even when I felt m

d to the people. "With her death, we will get rid of the only thing that is s

used it on my skin. I cried in pain. They used all wicked methods but made sure it wasn't on a vital area tha

it's time to end your pa

not feel anything anymore, only making painful sounds. There is a level of pain where

e your pack very well," he sa

life pleasing them, hiding myself, my witch powers, for them. But this was what I got in return. Vengeance was what I sought. Anger surged through my veins as I stared at Morga

yes, embrac

ch toward me. Without a second thoug

looked familiar. I gasped. Could it be true? I had heard tales of reborn people, but I never thought it was true. If I am not mistaken, I was on my fat

e the world all the hatred they gave me, doubled on every pain I received. I was not here to find