History Repeated

Seventeen years in future

My name is Sasha Lycanic, born a low-level omega with nothing special about a single hair on my body. To make my life infinitely worse, my father was a traitor.

My life didn't start out bad, it just kept plummeting downhill and for so long I was too weak to take the wheel.

My eyes stared at myself through my vanity's mirror with a small smile tugging at my lips, remembering the days of my youth. I was young and naive. I loved deeply and oh so wrongly. I chose a life that damned myself, and I didn't realize it until it was too late.

Now I was grown, no longer a child or so naive.

"It's time!" My mate called to me and I rose from my chair. Today, I cannot be weak. Today, I would be proud and support my son. My Lycan son, born out of malice and betrayals. I loved him, as I did all my children, but he was the oldest, the first and our future Alpha.

"Coming darling." I said in a sweet voice.

I may not have become everything I thought I would be, but above all