The Reborn She-wolf

he heir of the Ashford pack. For three years, we've shared a bed, but our dreams couldn't be further apart.

, throwing back drinks and charming twelve dancers. As my consciousness faded, a

ns bind you. You cannot cross into rebirth. The underworld grants you

nd, a blinding white

eodore had rented out. Laughter and clinking glasses filled the air. "To

ouldn't believe it-while I was being tortured to d

got some nerve sh

hroat. I stared into Theodore's eyes, blazing with unmasked loathing and fury. I

silently for ever

Didn't you send word you were

pping with rogues just to keep Theodore from Cordelia's bir

ut the hand on my throat

rimson, and I felt it in

ed, a soft voice broke t

her-Cordelia Sinclair, my adoptive sister, the darling of House Si

phne hadn't meddled years ago, Cordelia and T

the moment Cordelia's back, Daphne pulls this fake kidn

te, even their jade pendants identical. Once, I'd have stormed between them, marked Theodore's f

parents, for a mate whose heart belonged to another.

came by nightfall. Then to my mother. Her response, delivered by a servant, was a single line: "Daphne, Isobel say

went to Theodore

are, House Sinclair's daughter, Theodore's mate! Three blood-soaked pleas,

old steel piercing my heart,

t now, the phantom

entle smile. "Daphne, why didn't you come home? When word spread you'd been killed by rogue

"Whatever's wrong, tell me. I'm y

ned the 'faked death' lie on

d turned to leave, but Theodore grabbed my wrist, his grip bru

growled, "I'd just pour spoiled brot

t hand. Three years ago, when Theodore nearly died from a fall, I braved a blizzard to kneel o

yanked the tassel off. The beads sh

ession with T

hough his face stayed cold. Someone laughed, "Daphne, yo

rrow, no anger. "Do

choked. The

ter mean that," he said, voice like a winter storm. "Keep clingi

t. I'd already tasted hell in the rogues' hands. D

, voice low. "Noth

t you want,"

nd knelt to gather the scattered beads, one by

ing. Theodore wouldn