After My Rebirth: Rejecting the Scumbag, I Married a Top-Tier Alpha

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The shriek of tearing metal on I-95 was the requiem for my last life.

In this life, the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was the center of the ballroom at The Plaza Hotel.

The crystal chandeliers were blindingly bright―too bright for a place like hell.

Then I saw him.

Kyle Carlisle.

My "moon-bound mate."

The man I died for in my past life.

He was in a custom Brioni suit, his gray-blue wolf eyes filled with impatience. A few of his fraternity brothers, the top predators of Manha