Reborn To Reject: The White Wolf's Second Chance

Graves POV:

The penthouse felt haunted. The smell of ash from the garden wouldn't leave.

We were leaving for Paris in an hour. Alex was packing, humming a tune. Why did her humming grate on my nerves? Why was the silence in my head so loud?

"Alpha," Dustin knocked. He looked pale. "Priority package. Strange energy signature."

He placed a box on my desk. It radiated cold. And blood.

I ripped the tape. An envelope. A parchment.

I, Kimberly... reject you...

The words were written in dried blood. My breath hitched. Rejection wasn't just a breakup; it was spiritual amputation.

I looked at the bio-hazard container. Your Heir. Returned.

The world tilted.

I opened the lid. Dry ice mist curled out. Inside was a medical vial. A suspended fetus.

I could smell it. Cedar and rain. My scent. And milk.

My pup.

"No," I croaked.

The realization hit me like a freight train. She was pregnant. When the Enforcers beat her? Pregnant. When I cut her open? Pregnant.

"Graves?" Alex waltzed in. "Ready for Paris?"

She saw the vial. "Ew. Did she send a dead animal?"

The smell of her perfume shifted. It wasn't strawberries anymore. It was chemical. Fake. It smelled like the poison that killed my family.

"Get out," I whispered.

"Don't be silly, baby—"

"GET OUT!" I roared.

I reached for the Mind-Link. I slammed against a wall of solid ice. She was gone.

I looked at the vial. My legacy. Dead in a box.

Graves POV:

I didn't go to Paris. I went to Mount Luna.

It was raining, turning the soil to mud. I dug the grave with my bare hands, ruining my nails, ruining my suit. I wanted the ruin.

I buried the vial.

"I didn't know," I sobbed into the dirt.

Liar, my wolf hissed. You didn't look. You were too busy staring at the shiny fake thing.

I sat there until the moon rose. The cold clarity of grief settled in. Wait.

Why did the chandelier fall exactly on Alex? How did she survive 'silver poisoning' for three years? Why did she glow after the surgery?

I pulled out my phone.

"Dustin," I said, my voice hollow. "Cancel the flight. Bring me the security footage. All of it. Three years back."

"Alpha, that will take weeks."

"Then hire more eyes. And put a detail on Alex. If she tries to leave, break her legs."

I looked at the fresh grave. "I will burn the world down to find the truth," I vowed. "Starting with myself."