REBIRTH AND FATED TO TWO

27th August, 2025

Thalassa Crowe.

I snap my eyes open to a sterile ceiling above me. My brows furrow in confusion as I dart my eyes around to see that I am in the familiar confines of my dorm room and not the afterlife like I had expected.

My breath seizes.

What the…

I throw the duvet off me, jump up to sit on the bed, and then I see Sienna, my roommate, stepping out of the bathroom with a towel tied loosely around her waist and beads of water on her body.

“You should go and shower too. We are almost late for the Fresher's night…”

Her voice fades into the background as I assess my body critically.

There is no scar. No blood. Even my ankle is okay. My glasses are still on.

Fresher's night?!

I snatch my phone from the bed stand beside me and stare at the date.

27th of August 2025.

That is three months before I die. This is the night the mate bond snaps in place.

I slap my hand over my mouth to muffle the shocked sound threatening to slip past my lips when realization dawns on me.

Have I been reborn?

Of course that is the only explanation for the fact that I have ended up in my room three months earlier.

The Goddess really answers my desperate prayers? She grants me another chance at life.

My eyes become misty. My chest swells with gratitude.

Now that I really get another chance, I swear I am going to make them pay. All fifty of them from that party will suffer for the way they treat me and push me to my death.

I swear they will.

“Lassa!” Sienna's sharp voice cuts through my thoughts. “Are you listening to me at all?”

I stare up at her. “Yes,” I answer even though I do not hear anything else.

Her eyes narrow, clearly knowing I am not listening. She repeats herself. “Well… I was saying that you should go shower…”

I do not listen to her again. Instead, I grab my diary from the bedstand, open it, and with the pen hidden in the middle, I begin to write out the names of the students from the party before I forget them.

The first on my list is my bastard mate. Dorian Frost.

Then my worst nightmare… but not anymore. Because from now on, the tables have changed and I will be her worst nightmare instead. Reina Cross.

Then… the list keeps going and surprisingly I remember every one of them because it is mostly members of the hockey and cheerleading squad.

“What are you writing, Lassa?” she asks after some time of having her gaze fixed on me. “You're really scaring the s**t out of me with the way you're acting strangely.”

I do not wait. I just keep writing fast, my fingers tightening around the pen anytime I remember the mocking expressions on their faces as they taunt me. I wish I could rip them apart. All of them.

Once I am done, I realize that they are not up to fifty. They are forty-eight in number. I will ruin them one after the other.

I fling the drawer beneath the bedstand open, put the diary there, and lock it because I know my best friend will definitely pry the moment I walk out of the room.

“So you were saying?” I step closer to her.

Sienna's gaze flicks between the locker and me, her eyes so wide that it feels like they are about to pop out of their sockets.

“I was saying that you are f*****g acting strange—”

I pull her into a bone-crushing embrace before she finishes. If I had died, she would have been so heartbroken.

“I love you,” I murmur.

“Okay, I love you too, Lassa.” She tries to pull back but I do not budge. “Can you please explain what is going on? Stop acting like a b***h who just came back from the afterlife.” She laughs out loudly and wraps her arms tightly around me.

How did he know that I have just come back from the afterlife and that from this moment onwards, I'd be a b***h? And not just a random b***h. But a bad one.

We remain in the embrace for a while before I pull back.

“Will you go shower now? We are already running late for the Fresher's party.”

I contemplate whether I should go to the Fresher's party or not since I already know how everything will play out.

Should I avoid the party altogether

Or go and put that asshole in his place because all the love I harbor for him already ends with my life in the previous life.

After much thinking, I decide to go and give them that fun they desperately crave.

I nod. “Alright.”

“And I'm thinking that since it's your birthday tonight… you should wear a dress and not those baggy jeans and polos. You know… show off some skin.”

Yeah… it is my 21st birthday tonight and I should be getting my wolf like every pup in Silverstone Pack… but it is a pity that I already know I am wolfless and it is the core reason why Dorian hates me.

Well… it is still my birthday tonight and if I really need to stop appearing pathetic if I want to change, so I nod.

“A dress will look good on me. I should wear it.”

Her brows lift in a mix of shock and disbelief. “Really?”

I had rejected her offer in the previous life and worn baggy jeans and polos while every other she-wolf wore beautiful dresses. I can still recall the disgust-filled expression on Dorian's face when he takes in my dressing.

“I don't know what is happening but I love this new you, Lassa. And who knows maybe you'd find your mate or maybe Dorian Frost will be blown away tonight when he sees you in that dress.”

My stomach twists at the mention of Dorian.

“I'm not going to follow Dorian Frost around anymore. I'm going to stop every feeling I have for him.”

“Hmmmm.” She does not believe me. “Stop every feeling?” She moves away from me and walks towards her dressing mirror. “Spare me the theatrics, Lassa. The entire college knows how obsessed you are with him, so how will you suddenly stop your feelings for him.”

I do not want to argue with her. I'd show her instead.

“You will know later, Sienna.”

With that, I push my glasses up and step into the bathroom.

————

I sway energetically on stage to the blazing music in the clubhouse where the Fresher's party is ongoing. I feel so confident in myself. The strapless body-con burgundy dress I have on clings to my body like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination.

The saying that you will be addressed the way you are dressed is so f*****g true, because tell me why when I walk in earlier, Reina's minions cannot taunt me like they always do; they can only watch with disgust and disdain which I care less about.

I am tempted to storm towards them and slap the smug expressions off their faces but I hold back. No, I will not strike now. I'd continue playing puppet while I destroy them.

Even now, they are still watching from the sidelines, still unable to believe I am not seated in a corner, sulking like I would have done before.

“It's ten minutes to twelve, Lassa,” Sienna shouts through the music. She takes my hand, swaying. “And I want to be the first to wish you a happy birthday, my love.” Sienna is always a sweetheart.

I am getting myself ready for how everything will change once it is twelve.

“Happy birthday, Lassa. May you live long and prosper. May all your dreams come true.”

My chest swells. “Thank you. I really—”

Suddenly, I feel a grip wrap tightly around my waist and turn me around.

I see Dorian Frost standing in front of me, his silver eyes fixed on mine like we are the only two remaining in the world.

The memories come rushing back but I force myself to remain calm.

Slowly… the music dies down and as usual the ladies swoon over him, which he does not respond to. Soon, the room falls into deep and suffocating silence, their attention fixated on us.

“You are my mate,” he says.

My brows furrow.

How does he already know when it is not twelve yet?

Besides, in the previous life, he had pulled me out of the crowd into a dark room just to hide the bond and to tell me I was a mistake.

Again, I notice that he is not disgusted this time as his eyes sweep over me and I know it is because of the change in my dressing. If anything, his eyes are fixed on my exposed cleavage, causing goosebumps to appear all over my skin.

He stares back at my face, his expression unreadable. “You are my mate, Thal.”

Thal….

The nickname is cute.

If it were in my previous life, I would have been over the moon that he gave me a nickname and even noticed me after years, but not anymore.

And it almost seems like he is excited about the bond, but it does not matter.

“I know,” I answer nonchalantly and calmly. “And that is exactly why I'm rejecting you. Right here. Right now.”