Reborn To Reject: The White Wolf's Second Chance

Kimberly POV:

The airport was my sanctuary.

My phone buzzed. Transfer complete. Malibu is yours. Pack Dissolution filed.

I sat in a quiet corner and opened the cooler. The vial sat in dry ice—my unborn child, suspended in time.

I pulled out the parchment. The Blood Pact.

I sliced my palm with a silver penknife. Blood hit the paper. It hissed.

I, Kimberly of the White Wolf, reject you, Alpha Graves.

The bond in my chest ripped open. It felt like a heart attack, sharp and blinding. Then... silence. The constant background noise of Graves’ emotions vanished.

I packed the parchment and the vial into a bio-hazard box. I labeled it clearly.

"Courier," I told the clerk. "Kramer Tower. Priority."

I dropped my phone on the tile and crushed it under my heel.

"Flight 815 to Bali," the announcer called.

Graves was taking Alex to Paris tomorrow. Let him have Paris. I was going where the sun would burn his touch off my skin.