Reborn To Get My Second Chance

I was dying. I knew I was dying. As I lay on the luxurious bed in the Alvarez's Mansion, I could feel nearly every wound that scattered all over my body and nearly every bone that had been broken. I could taste the blood in my mouth and the smell the rusty smell of the blood all around me with every breath that I took. I had been spitting up blood all day, my vision was blurry, and I knew the end was getting closer. I no longer panicked, I no longer wanted to live, I now welcomed the end. A month ago, my stepsister, Lavinia Brown, had handed me over like a lamb to the slaughter to the famous, Santos Alvarez. I, Milly Brown, was supposedly a ‘gift’ of all things I heard her say later. This coming from someone that was supposed to be family. Everyone always raved and giggled and spoke so highly of the famous Santos, the local Werewolf Beta of the Blue Ridge Pack. Whereas all I ever saw was cruelty as I learnt monsters are real. Werewolves had been out in the open for well over 2 decades now. There was of course panic and a lot of bloodshed to start, but it died down when it was realised that werewolves had actually been ruling our world for a long time without our knowledge. There was no fighting them. The only thing you could do was accept and hope like hell you stayed in the shadows and weren’t noticed. Most of the time they didn’t care what us mere humans did unless we pissed them off. Most tried to say they were not the monsters everyone thought… yeah right. All I could do was think about the pain I had suffered over the past month. Even with the amount of drugs my stepsister had been slipping me didn’t help to numb the pain. Another thing I had overhead my stepsister admit, she had been slowly drugging me for years with the help of my stepmother. All so they could one day use me to win her a werewolf husband. I lay there as my hatred towards Santos and Lavinia took over every cell of my body as it slowly drained of blood. Santos walked into the room and approached the bed where I was lying. The prick laughed when he saw me before sitting on the side of the bed. He gently stroked my bloody face with his fingers, and smiled. "It turns out that people do get tired of a beautiful face, eventually. In fact, I can barely stand to look at you anymore. What a waste." Due to my injuries all I could do was glare at Santos with nothing but hate all the while wishing I could yell, punch, kick and scream at the monster beside me. Santos touched my bottom lip with his thumb, thoughtfully rubbing my blood between his thumb and forefinger as he cooed, "Relax, baby. Today, you are finally going to be free." I glared wishing every type of horrible death on the man that was now playing with my bloody lip. I heard the horrible nasally voice of Lavinia before I saw her. The wicked stepsister that did nothing but torment me my whole life. I would never have guessed though that she would use my life as a sacrifice to gain entry into the werewolf world. She raised her over plucked eyebrow as she looked at me with disdain before quickly changing it to a fake smile, "Milly, I've come to pick you up and take you home." Lavinia had several bodyguards with her. She held her fake smile as she ordered them to pick me up and take me "to the place we talked about." One of the men stepped forward. As soon as he started to lift me off the bed, the pain became unbearable making me thankfully lose consciousness. I honestly thought that was it, that was the end so was surprised when I awoke to find I had been abandoned by the side of the road. They really must have thought it was the end for me too. At least they didn’t bury me alive but with the overwhelming pain shooting through my body maybe it would have been better if they did. Hopefully I would have suffocated and died while unconscious. I still couldn’t move nor did I want to. I just wanted the pain to end, I needed the pain to end. I didn’t do anything to deserve this in the first place so it was only fair that I be given peace and die quickly. This only just made the anger in my increase. Why can’t I even get a quick painless death after everything I have had to endure? Why? "I, Milly Brown, if I miraculously survive promise more than revenge on my dear stepsister Lavinia, and the monster Santos! If I live, I will show you even monsters have something to be scared of." A man's voice shocked me by replying. "Miss, can you hear me?" I slightly moved my head, which hurt like hell, and looked into the most beautiful eyes looking down at me. They were the most beautiful eyes that I had ever seen. "Hang on," he urged with nothing but panic in his voice. "I’ll get you to the hospital! Just hold on!" I wanted to shake my head, but just moving it that small amount to look at him was too much. I would even try to smile at him to thank him for his kindness but it seemed to be too much to do as well. "No, it’s too late for me, but thank you." I took another breath, each one becoming more and more shallow as my body seemed to be shutting down. I held his gaze as I tried to explain, but all I got out was "It hurts a lot..." before I slipped into an endless dream. You would think that once again I would get a small bit of peace but no. It seems too much to ask for a nice dream at the end as I left this world. But no, instead my dream turned into a nightmare that I felt I was going to be trapped in forever. The pain, the fear, the torment was never ending as I struggled, desperate for help, hope or some type of light at the end of the tunnel that felt like it would never come. I don’t know how long I struggled but somehow though, I did finally find my way out but not in the way I thought. I somehow woke up and not in heaven. I looked around the room, breathless and terrified, I was alive? How could I be alive?