Reborn: The Hidden Luna's Revenge

Synopsis

Liam Blackwood was Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, and Hollywood's A-list superstar. He'd marked me as his mate before the entire pack. But in the human world, we kept our union hidden for six long years. People in the industry talked, calling me a shameless, clingy agent who wouldn't let him go. He never corrected them. Never so much as breathed a word in my defense. At the wrap party for his latest blockbuster, a co-star cornered me, venom in her tone. "Still clinging, Olivia Hale? Liam and Emma are official now. Why don't you do everyone a favor and disappear?" Liam didn't lift his gaze. He just kept peeling shrimp for Emma Thorne, a rising Omega starlet. "Olivia," he said coldly, "know your place." In my previous life, I nearly lost control. My canines ached to descend, my claws threatening to rip free from my fingers. But I'd held back. Instead, I pulled out my phone and flashed our wedding photos. Liam's jaw tightened. "You're insane." To protect Emma's "innocent" image, he put out a statement online, saying I was obsessed and had faked the wedding pictures to smear him. I got blacklisted from the whole industry. When I was stabbed by a rabid fan, Liam was on the red carpet with Emma, posing for cameras at a glitzy gala. In my final breath, it finally clicked: I was never his mate. I was the pawn he discarded once his career soared. Luckily, I was given a second chance. This time, I stared into his cold, detached eyes, swirling my wine glass. Ignoring the throbbing pain of his old mark on my nape, I said, "You're right, Liam. I was out of line. "I've emailed you my resignation. Starting tomorrow, I'm no longer your agent."