Reborn To Reject: The White Wolf's Second Chance

Kimberly POV:

The financial ambush was a bloodbath. Graves poured forty million into a hostile takeover of my fashion label, not realizing I’d already stripped the IP and client lists. He bought a sinking ship.

I was in the parking garage, heading to my rental, when the hairs on my neck stood up.

Move.

I spun, but the boot caught me in the stomach. I slammed into the concrete, tasting copper.

Two Enforcers stepped out of the shadows.

"Alpha says you need a lesson in respect."

They didn't use magic. They used fists. It was a calculated beating—enough to bruise, not enough to kill.

Shift! My wolf screamed. Kill them!

No. If I shifted, I’d expose the White Wolf lineage. Graves would lock me up as a breeding mare. I had to take it.

I curled into a ball, protecting my head. A boot cracked against my ribs.

"That's enough," Graves' voice crackled from a phone in the Enforcer's pocket. He was listening. The sick bastard.

The Enforcers left me bleeding on the oil-stained concrete.

I lay there, breathing through the agony. My accelerated healing was already knitting the bone, itching like fire.

I dragged myself up, spitting blood. I pulled a burner phone from my bra.

I dialed a number whispered in back alleys.

"Rogue Alliance," a rough voice answered.

"I have a job," I rasped. "And I have twenty million dollars of Graves' money to pay for it."