His Ruin, My Light
My Alpha was gravely wounded in a battle with a rival pack. But I wasn’t worried. I wasn’t even flustered. I let him go, three thousand kilometers away, to be healed.
Because in my past life, Damien got himself injured on purpose, all to give his healer mistress, Isla, a shot at glory. Worried sick about him, I forced our pack’s healers to treat him instead.
But Isla lost her one shot at fame. Without it, she couldn't secure her place in any pack and eventually killed herself.
Damien's life was saved, but he blamed me for her death.
He poisoned me, leaving me to die in agony.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Right before Damien got hurt.