Leah glared, grabbing his arm.
"So we can fuck with nothing in between." Holding her neck, Damon's tongue traced her neckline.
Shivers went down her spine. Her nails dug into his arm.
Her breath came out ragged.
Their match was an arranged marriage.
Unlike werewolves, Lycan's fated mates were almost a myth. No one had found their mates in the last century.
But Lycans could still mark their chosen mates, but no one did. Once marked, Lycans are bound for life; if one dies, the other soon follows.
She started desperately clawing at him. "Damon, we are already done! You can no longer touch me!"
Damon paused, puzzled.
Was this woman already done with him?
They married yesterday, and after going as far as drugging him...?
"Let me go!" Not noticing his darkening mood, Leah struggled with all she had. "Don't touch me with that disgusting body…"
Just thinking of the body that had been with that bitch made her feel disgusted.
He looked ready to snap when a knock stopped them.
"Speak."
"Your Highness, the Luna Queen is asking if you will be joining the hunt?"
Feeling his hold loosen, Leah quickly pushed him away, wrapping herself in the blanket like a burrito. Damon scoffed, turning around.
What was this woman's deal?
"I will."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Today was not only the first day of her marriage to Damon, but the day for the Traditional Pack Hunt too.
Once silence fell, she peeked out and immediately blushed.
Against the pale morning light, his bare skin looked like molten gold. With broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and—
Leah ducked instantly, covering her face in embarrassment. She heard the bathroom door shut, but then she frowned.
Her face was smooth...?
She couldn't feel the scar that ran diagonally across her face. Now that she thought about it... the room was decorated in white and red like a honeymoon suite.
Shocked, Leah sat up, and her eyes fell on the red patch on the sheets.
A bloodstain.
Her heart suddenly started racing with a crazy thought as she began looking for her phone. Her eyes widened at the phone on the headboard.
It was her old phone.
The date was from five years ago — the day after she got married.
Huh...?
Leah's breath quickened. She ran to the floor-length mirror, clutching the blanket. She blinked several times and saw that both her blue eyes were fine!
"How can this be possible…"
She touched her reflection in disbelief. She looked like she was twenty years old. Her eyes were wide, and her brows were perfect. Everything about her heart-shaped face was attractive.
After a burglar slashed her face, ruining one eye, she started avoiding mirrors.
Was this her chance to get her revenge...?
She had often wondered what she would do if she could go back, but she had never expected this day actually to come.
Leah giggled in disbelief, and it turned into laughter until tears blurred her vision as she slumped to the floor.
She was reborn. How crazy was that?
Her eyes fell to the room. Everything here had been decorated by Clara.
The moment her marriage to Prince Damon Varkos had been decided, Clara had been the only one to welcome her with open arms, so she naturally trusted her and did everything she told her.
Even the snacks and drinks on her wedding night were prepared by her... and then she was framed for raping her husband.
When Leah thought of her past, she felt angry.
In her last lifetime, she had loved Damon. To stand by his side, she had studied court etiquette, foreign languages, history, politics, finance, literature, the arts — everything — and even bruised her fingers training in music she had no talent for.
This time, she would live for herself — but not before paying back everyone who had tormented her. She would leave that block of ice, Damon, but not before making sure Clara could never have him.
She smiled, but soon her heart trembled.
The spiked drink!
In her last life, Clara planted a wolfsbane potion under her bed and framed her for drugging her husband.
Damon, who previously assumed it was someone else's doing, had been enraged and thrown both of them out of the bridal room.
When high-ranking lycans gathered for the hunt and saw the commotion, Clara sobbed loudly, acting all guilty, as if she had made the mistake of getting her friend caught.
This tarnished her reputation forever as the desperate, despicable woman who drugged and raped her husband.
Quickly getting up, she looked under the bed and found the glass bottle. It strongly smelled of fading perfume. No wonder Damon didn't detect it last night.
Frantically, she opened the window and threw the plastic bottle as far as she could into the thick forest bushes.
She turned and knocked into the snack table, spilling half of it onto the carpet.
"Oh..."
Just as she bent to pick it up, the bathroom door opened, and Damon stepped out in a robe.
Her eyes widened.
Over six feet tall, he was all muscle and arrogance. His curly blonde hair was still dripping, and his eyes were fixed on her bare skin.
Startled, she hurriedly turned around, putting a grape in her mouth to look busy.
The tender skin marked with his love bites looked like an enticing invitation. He stopped.
The way she had breathlessly clung to him last night flashed through his mind.
Her breath hitched, feeling him behind her. He leaned down, his lips lingering on her nape. His hand stretched toward the snack table.
Did he smell wolfsbane on her?
"What…"
Another grape was pushed between her lips.
Knock, knock!
Stratled, she looked back, but he held her waist.
"Put something on." Came his strained whisper.
Knock, knock!
"Daye, are you up?"
Clara! Hearing her voice dropped her heart.
Leah fixed an accusatory glare on him with her cheeks puffed, making Damon think of the fluff ball bird he raised in his childhood.
"Why is-hmph!"
He tried to push another grape into her lips, but she sealed her lips shut.
'Daye' was his nickname — one she could never dare use in her past life.
"Daye?" Clara's sweet voice grated on Leah's ears.
She tried to push him away, but he suddenly licked her cheek.
"Eww-"
He plopped the grape in with a side-smirk before turning away, leaving a horrified Leah behind.
Damon opened the door and frowned. "Do you need something?"
"I'm here to find Lee. Can I come inside?" Standing at the door, Clara tried to peek inside and said sheepishly, "Is she not up yet?"
Blinking in disbelief, Leah quickly wiped her cheek in scorn.
She bit the grape in her mouth in anger.
She had come in her last lifetime too, and had then "happened" to find the wolfsbane bottle because of its "strong smell."