At eighteen, I had to choose—one of Alpha Theron Moonfang’s sons as my mate.
Last life, I chose Kain. Big mistake. He tore me apart.
This time? I picked Cayce—the cold-blooded, brutal one.
What I didn’t expect? Kain came back too.
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I’d barely stepped out of the council hall, crossing the training grounds, when I spotted him—Kain, mid-spar, surrounded by wolves.
A glint of silver—his curved blade slipped and hit the ground with a sharp clang, landing three feet from my boots.
He didn’t even glance up. Just barked, “Pick it up.”
The wolves froze. Eyes locked on me, waiting for a show.
I knew this game. Last life, he treated me like his damn servant.