Killed By My Alpha, Reborn As His Mate

that hem by suppertime, Martha will

ers, waterlogged and split at the knuckles, kept working t

s," I muttered, wringing out a heavy sleeve. "Let her talk. If I die

en tub. "You've been talking in riddles all week, Selena. Who dies in five

ing on a throat that felt permanently

a heavy, suffocating smell that clung to the back of your throat long after you left the wash-tubs. I, Se

rs until my knuckles bled and my knee

our head down, did your chores, and never looked an Alpha in the e

s wr

, but you cannot wash away

pack, a traito

n I had given my youth, my loyalty, and my bleeding heart to. Alpha Ronan. I remember the cold steel of the execution

front of my face. "You're spacing out again. If Martha catches you zoning out whil

hantom images of ash and steel away.

her head. "Seriously, what's got into you? It's like you're

t death, your soul lingers to scream.

noose still burns. I smell smoke. I taste copper. I hear Ronan's voice-cold, detached, and devoid of

ed o

threatens to crack my sternum. I am not just Selena, the quiet omega helpe

Are you d

ty, slapping against the wooden washbasin and sp

hazy morning light of the pack laundry shed. Standing over me was M

aving a bundle of coarse gray tunics in my face. "The Alpha's personal guards are arriving

, or has wool complet

y," I whispered, keepin

to the wet wood beside me. "Move it! If those uniforms aren't crisp when the delegation rides

een Martha and me with a placating smile. "We'll have them

before turning on her heel. "Keep your mouths shut and yo

e y

l years before the day Ronan would sentence me to death. Five years before I w

yet. He doesn't know my name. To him, I am nothin

actly how I pl

the shiver that crawled up my spine. My fingers trembled, n

scrubbed a stubborn stain. "Are you getting sick? If you're coming down w

rcing my fingers to steady against the roug

here could an omega go? The borderlands are crawling with rogues an

executioner's block," I muttered under my breath, though I kept

a secon

of death. It gave me the chance to rewrite the tragedy. I will not cross paths with

s, I will be miles away lost in the human tow

t the old Sele

g a sudden, strange scent on the wind pine needles, frost, and t

against my ribs l

e wasn't supposed to

catching in my throat as my e