Alpha Prince's Obsession: After Rebirth, I Stopped Chasing My Mate

Back In The Past

Darkness was still clawing at me when I heard a voice, snapping my eyes open.

“Young Miss! Wake up! Or you will be late for your graduation and awakening ceremony.”

A scream tore from my throat as I bolted upright.

My lungs burned, feeling like they were still filled with the molten fire of the Wolf's Bane. My hands shook as I slammed them against my chest, clawing at my silk pajamas.

My breath came in ragged, shallow hitches. Was I alive? But How?

The last thing I remembered was the freezing stone of the Spelled Cell and the heavy, metallic smell of my own death. Had my father changed his mind at the last second?

Did he drag my dying body out and find a high-grade healer with a Restoration Gift to save me?

No!

Even the strongest healer in the empire couldn’t fix a person who had died from such lethal poison.

That poison should have turned my insides to liquid and suppressed my wolf until it withered away.

I looked around, my vision blurry. This wasn't the cell.

I was in my old room at the Commander’s estate, at my father’s pack.

“Young Miss?”

I turned my head to the side. A girl stood there, holding a tablet and a fresh glass of water.

Clara? How could she be alive?

My heart stopped. A sob caught in my throat, turning into a choked gasp.

Clara. My only friend. My only real ally.

In my past life, a few months after I married Michael, he had her "disposed of."

He claimed she was a spy for a rival Pack, but I knew the truth: he killed her because she was the only one who saw through his "Golden Alpha" act. He couldn't let me have anyone left to lean on. He crushed her just to leave me all alone to suffer his tortures.

“Clara…” I whispered, my voice cracking. “You’re... you’re really here.”

“Of course I’m here, Miss Colette,” she said with a small laugh, though her face went pale as she caught my scent. “Did you have a nightmare? Your pheromones are spiking… you smell like pure terror. Should I call the doctor? Or your father?”

“The Commander,” I repeated. The word felt so distant coming out of my mouth.

I stumbled out of bed, my knees shaking as I scrambled toward the mirror. I gripped the cold edge of the vanity, staring at the person in the glass.

There were no cut marks on my hand, or any whip marks on my body. That broken woman was gone.

In her place was a eighteen-year-old girl.

My skin was glowing, my hair was healthy, and my eyes, though terrified, they were filled with hope and life.

I felt a faint, steady pulse in the back of my mind. My wolf. She was young, untainted, but terrified and silent.

I wasn’t supposed to have her before my awakening in the past, but… yet I had her!

“This isn't a healer's work,” I whispered, touching my warm face. “This is... impossible.”

“It’s very real, and you’re very late,” Clara said, tapping her tablet. “The Commander sent a notification. He expects you at the palace tonight. He said if you embarrass the family by being late or looking ‘messy,’ he’ll cut off your Alpha-grade training supplements.”

The Palace. Memories started to fill my head.

I looked at the digital calendar glowing in the corner of the mirror. My blood turned to ice.

May 8th. Eight years ago.

I was back. Eight years before my demise. Five years before I would ever sign a death sentence, going against my father’s wishes in the name of marriage, with the man who would murder my maid, hit me, torture me, and then watch me die.

At eighteen, I had been so pathetic.

I was just a girl starving for love, living for a father who treated me like a pawn to strengthen his bloodline. Then Michael had shown up. He used his smiles and kind Alpha charms to make me feel special. I spent years changing my hair, my scent, and my soul just to please him.

And in return, he insulted me, called me barren, and stood in front of the whole Pack and called me a murderer.

“Young Miss…” Clara stepped closer, her hand reaching out. “You’re shaking. Your scent is turning sour. Let me get you some tea.”

Slowly, I lifted my head. The girl in the mirror looked small, but my eyes were different now. They were hard and cold. Deep inside, my wolf let out a low, predatory growl that I had never heard at eighteen.

A sharp chime rang at the door. The intercom screen flickered on.

"Colette? Are you up? I'm downstairs with the coffee you like. Let's go for a run before the academy. I want to show you my shift.

It was Michael.

In my past life, that voice would have made my heart soar. I would have instantly been desperate to run beside him like a loyal mate.

Now, it made me want to rip his throat out.

“Clara,” I said, my voice turning cold and filled with loathing. “Delete Michael’s biometric key access. Right now.”

Clara gasped. “Miss? But you always wanted him to be able to come in! You said his scent was the only thing that calmed your wolf!”

“Now, Clara,” I snapped, looking at her with a gaze that made her jump. “And send a message to his phone. Tell him I’m busy. Tell him from now on, he needs an appointment to speak to me. Or better yet... tell him to get lost.”

I walked to the window, looking out at the city.

The confusion was gone, replaced by a dark, cold power rising in my chest.

Michael had killed me. My father had betrayed me. The whole world had watched me die.

But they forgot one thing: They were the ones who taught me how to fight.

“Clara,” I called out, my eyes burning with a sudden amber glow. “Forget the silk dress for tonight. Bring me my clothes. And call my broker. I need to move my mother’s inheritance into a private account where the Pack elders can't touch it.”

I looked at the door, knowing Michael was standing there, waiting for the girl who lived for his smile.

Just wait, Michael, I thought, a bitter smile touching my lips. The girl you knew died in that cell. This time, I’ll ruin you!