How Does Rebirth Of The Wild Age End?

Traci has spent years being treated like she's nothing. Beaten, overworked, despised by the very pack she calls home. Survival stopped being a goal a long time ago. It became the only thing. The annual warrior tournament is coming. Packs across the kingdom are sharpening blades and sharpening rivalries, all chasing power, status, a name worth something. Tensions are already running high. Zayden and Raiden took the throne at sixteen. Their parents died suddenly and the kingdom fell to two boys who had no business ruling yet. They figured it out. Now everyone fears them. But the elders and the kingdom alike keep pushing the same message: find your fated mate, produce an heir, do it before your enemies smell blood. The twin Alpha Kings are strong. That doesn't mean they're untouchable. When Traci finds out there's a plan in motion to have her killed, she doesn't get a choice about the tournament anymore. She's being pushed into an arena by people who expect her to die in it. What they don't know is who she actually is. Secrets have a way of coming out. Hidden enemies have a way of stepping into the light. The kingdom is about to find out the truth about a bloodline everyone assumed was gone. The last White Wolf doesn't stay hidden forever.

I gave Killian the mate I thought to be everything. My talent, my time, my loyalty and my pack. I worked myself to nothing in that lab, handed him a powerful pack on a silver platter and loved him with everything I had. He repaid me by rejecting me on my deathbed, killed my uncle, stole the resources from my pack and connived with my best friend in poisoning my food. I died alone, betrayed by everyone I ever trusted. But the Moon Goddess was not done with me. I woke up two years earlier, healthy, clear headed and carrying every memory of what they did. Killian still needs my help in the lab. Tiffany, my best friend, still thinks I am her fool. And the pack that was stolen from me is still waiting for its rightful heir to come home. They had their turn. Now it is mine.

When Delaney turned sixteen the migraines came along with nightmares of a life that was never hers. On her eighteenth birthday, she turned into a wolf. Yeah, a fucking wolf. With no family and a group of men on her heels, she is on the hunt for the man in her dreams. The one whose face haunts her vision every time she closes her eyes. The only thing Delaney is certain of is that she might be batshit crazy, her whole life has been a lie and she is searching for a man named Lach. She is back. It's the only thing on Falcon's mind, ninety-nine lifetimes and finally, they have reached the last. The final rebirth. She has no idea the hell he intends to unleash on her…or planned to. Until she stumbles into his campfire with a curse word and nervous chuckle before passing out. She is supposed to look the same every reincarnation. She is supposed to have striking white hair and golden eyes that pierce your heart. So who the fuck is this redheaded, green-eyed spitfire with the aura of the woman he was been predestined to slaughter in every lifetime?

The end of the world was upon us, but there weren't enough spots for evacuation. The roars of the zombies echoed in my ears as my fiancé, Oliver, gritted his teeth and pulled me onto the rescue vehicle—securing the last available seat. I arrived safely at the survivor base. Lina, his first love, did not. The zombies tore her apart. Oliver still went through with our marriage, but I never expected that he had only done so to make me suffer. In his eyes, I was the one who had killed Lina. If she had to endure such agony, then I should, too. For five years, he hated me. My life was worse than that of a stray dog scavenging for food on the street. On the day my divorce was finalized, he kidnapped me, dragged me into the wilderness, and wrapped his fingers around my throat. Then, he threw us both into the swarm of the undead. When I opened my eyes again, I was somehow reborn on the day the apocalypse began. The rescue team was shouting impatiently, "One more! We have room for one more—hurry!" I turned to Oliver, watching his hesitation. Then, with a quiet smile, I took a step back and let someone else have the last seat.

When the Lycan King was attacked by rogues, my mate—the Gamma warrior and Head of the Royal Guards—was busy comforting his sulking first love. Instead of setting off the silver distress flare in my hand, I used my heavily pregnant body as a meat shield to protect the King. Because in my past life, I fired that flare. Rowan came, saved the King, but abandoned his first love, leading to her death. Rowan was hailed as a hero. But on the very day I gave birth, he tossed me into the Feral Pit. When I asked him why in absolute agony, he just glared at me coldly. "The King had plenty of guards! You fired that flare because you're a greedy bitch who only cares about wealth and power!" "If you hadn't set off that flare, Yara wouldn't have died! I will make you suffer a hundred times what she went through!" In the end, feral beasts tore me apart. They even devoured the pup right out of my womb. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back on the day of the rogue attack.

"Your wolf is a feral monster, Vickon," I whisper against his neck, my fingers tracing the jagged silver scars marking his chest. "But his teeth belong to me now." "Then finish the bond, Zafira," he rumbles, a dangerous, low growl vibrating against my bare collarbone as his heavy hands grip my hips, pulling me flush against his solid frame. "Sink your fangs into my throat and claim your sovereignty. Let the whole dominion watch you take what is yours." In my first life, I was a blind, naive omega who believed the venomous lies of my pack-sister. I fled the sacred marriage alliance, rejected my true-mate signs, and watched the sovereign of the Blackwynd Moon Dominion bleed out in the snow to save my worthless life. Stranded in the wastes, I was brutally scarred and slaughtered by the very rogues I trusted. But the ancestors weren't finished with me. Reborn into the past, I wake up on the exact day of my binding transport with my memories completely intact and my inner wolf roaring for vengeance. I will not flee this time. I will crawl straight into the sovereign's den, wrap myself in his scent, and protect the terrifying, silver-poisoned True Alpha that the rest of the world fears. Let the corrupt elders plot, let the rogues test our borders, and let my traitorous family beg for mercy. They think I am a weak piece of currency to be traded, but I am here to claim my position as Lady Blackwynd. Vickon Blackwynd is the apex predator of the North—and this time, I am staying by his side until the pack burns.