Reborn To Reject: The White Wolf's Second Chance

Graves POV:

The penthouse felt haunted. The smell of ash from the garden wouldn't leave.

We were leaving for Paris in an hour. Alex was packing, humming a tune. Why did her humming grate on my nerves? Why was the silence in my head so loud?

"Alpha," Dustin knocked. He looked pale. "Priority package. Strange energy signature."

He placed a box on my desk. It radiated cold. And blood.

I ripped the tape. An envelope. A parchment.

I, Kimberly... reject you...

The words were written in dried blood. My breath hitched. Rejection wasn't just a breakup; it was spiritual amputation.

I looked at the bio-hazard container. Your Heir. Returned.

The world tilted.

I opened the lid. Dry ice mist curled out. Inside was a medical vial. A suspended fetus.

I could smell it. Cedar and rain. My scent. And milk.

My pup.

"No," I croaked.

The realization hit me like a freight train. She was pregnant. When the Enforcers beat her? Pregnant. When I cut her open? Pregnant.

"Graves?" Alex waltzed in. "Ready for Paris?"

She saw the vial. "Ew. Did she send a dead animal?"

The smell of her perfume shifted. It wasn't strawberries anymore. It was chemical. Fake. It smelled like the poison that killed my family.

"Get out," I whispered.

"Don't be silly, baby—"

"GET OUT!" I roared.

I reached for the Mind-Link. I slammed against a wall of solid ice. She was gone.

I looked at the vial. My legacy. Dead in a box.