Reborn After My Son Killed Me

Ava Nightfang Fantasy

​I spent twenty-two years bleeding for my pack. I was the obedient surrogate, the quiet wet nurse, the invisible shadow who gave up everything for the Alpha's heir.​My reward? On the day of his coronation, my own son wrapped his hands around my throat and crushed my windpipe, while my former mate and his "true love" watched and smiled. In my final moments, the mate bond I had suffered for went completely silent. I realized I was never loved. I was only used.​But the Moon Goddess wasn't finished with me.​When I open my eyes, I am back on the birthing bed, twenty-two years in the past. The sheets are still soaked in my blood, and the monster who will one day kill me is just a crying newborn in the hall.​Cassius still thinks he holds all the power. Selene still believes she’s the one running the game. They think I am just a broken, wolfless cast-off they can discard at dawn. They have no idea that the pathetic woman they knew is already dead—and in her place is a blade that has been sharpening for over two decades.​This time, I won't save them. I won't love them. I will sit back and watch them burn.​But my plan for quiet vengeance didn't account for him. Alaric. The Reaper. The ruthless Lycan King cursed to never have a fated mate or an heir. When his royal caravan arrives to wipe my pack off the map, the deadliest man on the continent stops right in front of me.​He leans in, inhaling my scent, and his beast violently awakens to roar a single word against his ribs: "Mate."​They thought they were throwing away a useless breeder. They didn't know they just handed the Lycan King his Queen—and the ancient, dominant wolf sleeping inside my blood is finally ready to wake up and tear this world apart.

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