The Lycan King's Second Chance Mate: Rise of the Traitor's Daughter

are Frederick Moor, dumbass," Jacob said, his voice laced with exasperation. I stared at him, my pulse hammering in my ears. His words didn’t just hang in the air—they crashed down like a landslide, burying me in a mess of disbelief.

My throat tightened. "What?" The word barely scraped past my lips.

Jacob rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he leaned against the a tree like he had all the time in the world. "You heard me."

I clenched my jaw. "No. Say it again."

He sighed, long and dramatic, like he was explaining something obvious to a particularly dense child. "You. Are. Frederick. Moor." He gestured at me lazily. "The first Lycan King. The legend himself. The love of Natalie’s past lives. Reincarnated. Again."

The words rattled in my skull, but they didn’t settle. They couldn’t.

"That’s impossible."

Jacob smirked. "You say that every lifetime. Honestly, you get dumber every reincarnation, Zane."

I took a step closer, my chest tightening. "How could I possibly be him? I don’t remember being some ancient king. And even if I was, why the hell does it matter now? Natalie and I were doing just fine."