The Alpha’s Possessive Revenge: My Reborn Blood

I jolted awake, gasping for air as if I'd just emerged from the depths of a drowning nightmare. The searing pain of betrayal still clung to me like a second skin. The cold, calculating smile on her face, the sharp blade piercing my back, and the heart - wrenching sight of her watching me fade away without so much as a flicker of remorse – it wasn't just a haunting dream. It was the harrowing truth of my past life. Stumbling towards the mirror, I froze in my tracks. The eyes staring back at me were no longer the soft, warm black I was accustomed to. Instead, they glowed with a faint, menacing gold, as if a wild, untamed power was simmering just beneath the surface. A sudden, excruciating pain exploded in my head, like a thousand needles piercing my skull. Memories came flooding in, a chaotic rush of ancient forests filled with howling wolves, and a pair of icy, possessive golden eyes that seemed to sear into my very soul. In that moment, I realized with a start that I was no longer human. I was a werewolf, a creature of the night, driven by instincts and a thirst for retribution. As night fell, I found myself irresistibly drawn to the forest. The moment my feet touched the forest floor, a low, guttural growl echoed through the darkness. A huge silver wolf emerged from the shadows, its intense gaze locking onto mine. To my surprise, it didn't lunge at me with bared fangs. Instead, it stared at me with an almost otherworldly intensity, as if it had been waiting for me for an eternity. There was a strange sense of familiarity, as if we were two pieces of a long - lost puzzle finally coming together. I could feel it in my bones – this beast was connected to me in a way I couldn't yet understand. And in some strange, inexplicable way, I belonged to it, just as it belonged to me.