Chapter 5
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Kara's POV
All it took was a 5-minute conversation for them to decide they didn't want me anymore.
I was disgusted but not surprised.
5 minutes against all the years I had given them, all the care,love and devotion.
I pitifully remembered myself in my previous life, fighting tooth and nail to win their affection.
When I should have just walked away from this very moment.
Pathetic.
I packed up my bags and left, surprisingly Ragnar followed me to the border.
He was really such a pain.
"You know you're going to regret this..."he said emerging from behind a tree where he had been hiding earlier, "... Your wolf is weak, you've lived here your entire life as the pampered princess of the storm Beta house, how will you survive on your own?"
I knew he spoke not out of concern for me.
This was just another one of his tricks, making me undermine myself and crawl into his arms.
"I'll be fine," I said dismissively, hoping he'd leave now.
He grabbed my arm as stubborn as ever.
"Something has changed about you after last night,"he said, his voice thick, "if it's about the pups, then we can..."
"What are you even talking about? We are no longer mates. Remember, we've severed all ties."
He looked down at me as if he was just coming down to that realization.
"So why are you throwing away everything we have, at least tell me that first!" His hold deepened and his voice rose, "don't you love me anymore?"
I bit back the truth.
Part of me wanted to yell in his face that for two lifetimes all I have done is love him, risk my life for him, give him everything and anything he wanted from me and all I asked was reciprocation.
But it was too much.
I was too greedy to ask for even that.
Then all Ophelia had to do was breathe in his direction and he would lay down the world for her.
I wasn't going to be that fool anymore, swayed by his empty words and false promises.
A strength I didn't know I had overcame me and I yanked by hand out of his grip with sheer force.
"I did love you, but not anymore."
With that I walked away ending that chapter in my life but soon I would return and it would be with the full intent to conquer.
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"You have exactly 10 seconds to explain how you found me before I snap your wrist like a twig," I was pressed against the wall, by the bulk of a large man and his scent of mint and the earth right after rain flooded my nostrils.
I smiled even as I was being sandwiched against the wall.
"Make it 10 Asher and I'll tell you how to get out of here without being captured."
The first thing I had to do was find a way to the Great Lycan princes.
We had been enemies in my past lives, however now we shared the same enemy and as they say the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
I know if I can prove an asset to them they will have no other choice done to accept me.
Following the timeline I knew that the youngest of the brothers was going incognito within werewolf territory.
He was staying at a shabby motel, in my previous life I had arranged for him to be ambushed and captured knowing his location.
But now I wanted to be a helping hand.
I pretended to be drunk and 'accidentally' stumbled into his room.
He walked in, saw me and grabbed me, pushing me against the wall and placing my hands behind my back, with his weight pressed against me and keeping me in place.
"I didn't think I should see you so soon, viper,"
That was the first thing he said to me and my entire body went stiff at first.
The viper of the lycans, that was a nickname I had not yet earned. It would come to me in a few more months if I had continued to thread with Varrick pack after successfully poisoning a water source used by Lycan warriors.
This title mixed up with the fact that his first instinct was to restrain me the second he saw me popped a conspiracy in my head.
What if this time... I was not the only one reborn?
This unexpected variable could either be a numbing weakness or a piercing advantage.
After I told him that I could stop him from being captured he backed away slowly, then suddenly slammed his hands at both sides of me.
"Call off your warriors," he growled in my ear, a small shiver rippled through me.
He didn't know that I came alone this time.
"They're not my warriors anymore, I've left the Varrick pack."
A dark chuckle emanated from him.
"Are you changing your tactics this time?"
'This time?' knowing what I knew he was only solidifying what I suspected in my head.
"Maybe I just want to be on the winning side, I'm not going to pretend and act like this isn't just the way to save my own skin-it is."
He pressed closer, I could feel the heat of his body through his clothes.
"And why should I trust a single word that comes out of that mouth of yours? As far as I know it's probably a trap. And as much as I hate to admit it you werewolves are on the winning side now why switch?"
I wanted to answer him then came a bang on the door, he grabbed my arm and pulled me with him dipping his eyes into the peel hole.
I watched the veins appear in his head and his hold on me get tighter than it was a moment ago.
"They're here, your warriors. Looks like I walked into your trap again, didn't I?"
I froze up, I hadn't brought anyone with me.
So who were those standing at the other side of the door?
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