Marrying Him Three Times After Transmigration - Chapter 508. Mo Yan’s Death

“But he is a good man,” she argued to see his eyes narrow at her words.

BlurbKira is an Omega treated badly by her pack. She has always been seen as weak and useless. On Alpha Asher’s birthday, she finds out she is his mate, but he rejects her and chooses his mistress, Mira, instead. Humiliated and blamed for something she didn’t do, Kira is thrown out of the pack.Alone and heartbroken, Kira runs into the forest and meets Alpha Ryker, the leader of a pack with a scary reputation. But Ryker is not what she expected. He helps her grow stronger and shows her kindness she has never known. Kira also discovers she has special powers and is part of a prophecy that could save or destroy all werewolves.Now, Alpha Asher wants Kira back, but Ryker has already captured her heart. As war looms, Kira must choose between Ryker, who believes in her, and Asher, who regrets his mistakes. Her decision will decide the future of the packs and her own destiny.Will Kira rise above her past and become a leader, or will she let others decide her fate?

I was killed in a car accident while trying to avoid a stalker.

Is this a reward for dying a miserable death?

I was reborn as a character in a novel that had, not a golden spoon, but a diamond spoon.

I thought I could live my life over again.

Until I found out my brother was a budding psychopath.

“Sister, how about this doll? Do you want it?”

“Leave it.”

“What about this doll?”

My younger brother ties people up so they can’t move, and insists on them being dolls.

Even I am destined to be killed in the hands of my brother.

‘Let’s leave my little brother to the heroine of the novel before that day comes!’

But… my brother killed the heroine…

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…