Rejected by the Wolf I Now Own👉🏻
Aria's POV I had endured death multiple times. Each time, the same man delivered the final blow. Alpha Balthazar of the Ruby Domain. The most lethal predator I had ever encountered. The scenario never varied. His blade pressed against my throat, those glacial blue eyes locking me in place as I knelt helplessly. The killing strike always followed, his sword cutting deep, crimson flowing across my chest as my final breath escaped. You would think that after countless attempts, I could alter the outcome. That I could rewrite my fate. The reality was merciless. My memories remained buried until that precise instant when Balthazar's steel touched my skin. Only then did everything flood back. Multiple deaths. Multiple failures. My existence replaying in an endless, torturous loop. My lungs burned. My palm pressed desperately against the gaping wound in my abdomen, fighting to contain what was already lost. The battleground stretched around me in eerie silence, broken only by the weak moans of the dying. Every one of my warriors lay dead. Balthazar loomed above me, towering and pitiless, his battle armor painted crimson with blood. Not a single mark marred his flesh. His expression remained hollow, devoid of emotion, those arctic eyes cutting through me without the slightest trace of mercy. He studied me like a hunter examines wounded prey, calculating the perfect moment to deliver the killing stroke. The heartless beast was preparing to claim my life once more. "Look at this," someone sneered from behind him, a nameless soldier who had witnessed my demise too many times to count. "Still clinging to life. How pathetic." Another voice erupted in harsh laughter. "Pathetic doesn't begin to cover it. The great Luna, dragging her people into battle while her supposed mate hides in his fortress, drowning in wine and whores. How utterly foolish." A third soldier joined the mockery. "Why waste time killing her? Look at that face. That body. We could drag her back with us, make her
