On the day of my Mate Ceremony, six Alphas from different packs showed up at my door. They all claimed I was their fated mate, pointing to the ancient mate bonds connecting us. They even produced keepsakes I had supposedly left with them years ago. Kaden, my fiancé who arrived late to the ceremony, didn’t hesitate for a second. Without asking for an explanation, he rejected me on the spot and beat me half to death. The six Alphas joined in, laughing as they kicked me while I was down. I died in that cold, hard dirt. I died not even knowing who they were, or how on earth I could be mated to six different men at the same time. But then, I opened my eyes again. I was back to April 30th. The day before my Mate Ceremony. *** #### “Go to sleep early, babe. Tomorrow, you’re going to be the most beautiful Luna in the world. Love you.” Kaden’s voice faded as the call disconnected. The dial tone echoing from my iPhone made me realize one thing—I was reborn. In my past life, Kaden and I were deeply in love. Before our wedding, he wouldn’t even touch me, treating me like the most fragile piece of glass. But on the day of the Mate Ceremony, when those six Alphas falsely accused me, he didn’t listen to a single word of my explanation. He lashed out, his boots raining down on me. The terror in my heart right now outweighed the disappointment. The most important thing was to cancel tomorrow’s ceremony. I walked down the hallway and knocked on my adoptive parents’ bedroom door. When they opened it, surprise flashed in their eyes. “Yara? Why are you still up so late?” Thomas, my adoptive father, asked. “Mom, Dad, I want to cancel the Mate Ceremony tomorrow.” “What?!” “Absolutely not! I don’t agree!” Martha, my adoptive mother, reacted with strange intensity. Since they took me in, they had never raised their voices at me. They had spoiled me, giving me everything I wanted. Maybe they just thought I was being throwing a childish tantrum. Thomas patted Martha’s shoulder soothingly, then turned to me. “Yara, canceling a Mate Ceremony isn’t a joke. We’ve already invited guests from all over. The feast in the Pack’s banquet hall is ready. We can’t just call it off.” “Did you and Kaden have a fight? You’re being too spoiled, sweetie.” I looked at them calmly. “Kaden is cheating on me.” In my past life, Kaden was not only late to our ceremony, but he also carried the distinct scent of another she-wolf. “That’s impossible. You must be overthinking things,” Martha said, her eyes suddenly turning cold. If this were the past, she would have dragged me to Kaden’s house to demand answers immediately. But now, she was shockingly defensive of him. “Either way, I’m not going to the altar tomorrow. Please cancel it.” My adoptive parents had arranged this ceremony because Kaden was an orphan with no family left to help him. “You cancel it now, and where does that leave our family’s reputation?!” Martha snapped. That line sounded so familiar. In my past life, when those six Alphas accused me, everyone whispered behind my back. Martha had said the exact same thing: *”How could you do this behind our backs? You’ve embarrassed us!”* Back then, I was too busy defending myself to notice how sketchy my adoptive parents were acting. “How about this,” Thomas chimed in, giving me a pointed look. “Since Kaden hasn’t marked you yet, let’s just go through with the ceremony first. If he really cheated, you can leave him later.” Martha quickly nodded in agreement. “I’ve already posted a message in the Pack’s Snapchat group,” I said, my voice steady. “The ceremony is off. If the Elders or the Luna of our pack ask, I will explain it myself.” Without waiting for their reply, I turned around and walked back to my bedroom. Having a second chance at life, nothing was more important than staying alive. This time, I was going to stay as far away from those six mysterious Alphas as possible. I spent the entire night tossed in nightmares. My dreams were filled with shattered images—fire, screaming, and blurred faces. Someone was calling my name, but it wasn’t Yara. I tried to see his face, but it was shrouded in mist. Just before dawn, a howling wolf woke me. The sound was distant, yet it echoed deep within my veins, like a call from the blood itself. I sat up, drenched in cold sweat. The moonlight was blinding outside my window. Suddenly, a chilling premonition washed over me. Those six Alphas… they were already on our pack’s territory. *** ####
Early the next morning, my bedroom door was pounded violently. “Yara! Get out here! You have the nerve to lock your door after doing something so shameful?!” It was Martha’s voice. A bad feeling settled in my stomach. I couldn’t open this door. I peered out the window. To my horror, a crowd had already gathered outside our house. Our apartment was on the first floor. If I jumped out of the window now, I’d be caught instantly. Before I could think of another escape, Thomas kicked the bedroom door open. His face was deadly serious, devoid of any fatherly warmth. “Come out. Now.” I braced myself and walked into the living room. There they were—the six Alphas from my past life. My heart skipped a beat, and my breath caught in my throat. I thought my adoptive parents were going to force me to the ceremony hall. I didn’t expect these six Alphas to hunt me down at my house. Six pairs of predatory eyes locked onto me, tracking me like prey. “Found you.” “I knew you were alive.” “The mate bond never lies.” They muttered, their voices thick with years of dark obsession. Standing in the center of the living room were several elders dressed in black robes. They were the esteemed judges of the Crescent Council, responsible for resolving disputes among Alphas. I recognized one of them—Elder Raymond, the High Elder of the Northern Wilds Pack. Their presence meant this was no longer a private matter. It was now a council trial. “I always thought Thomas’s daughter was a good girl. Who knew she was messing around with so many Alphas?” “Oh, please. Girls like her know exactly how to play innocent.” “None of those Alphas look like ordinary wolves. How did she even hook up with them?” “She probably threw herself at them.” The neighbors’ whispers made my blood run cold. My adoptive parents sat on the sofa, keeping their heads down, too terrified to speak. I shook my head violently. “You have the wrong person! I don’t even know you!” “We don’t have the wrong girl,” the first Alpha stepped forward, his eyes locking onto mine. His name was Greyson, the Alpha of the Grey Stone Pack. He was built like a tank, with spiky grey hair. “Five years ago, you disappeared in the Northern Wilds. Everyone said you died. But I knew you were alive because our mate bond, though faint, never broke. I never stopped searching for you.” The second Alpha stepped up. His name was Silva, the Alpha of the Savage Swamps Pack. His skin was dark, and his eyes were sharp like a hawk’s. He held up a silver chain. “This is the token you left me. You said if you ever disappeared, I should use this to find you. I’ve carried it next to my heart every day.” The third Alpha spoke, his voice deep as thunder. “You have a two-inch scar on your left shoulder. You got it protecting me. That scar carries my scent. The mate bond connects us through it.” He was Logan, the Alpha of the Eastern Ridge Pack, a man built like a mountain. My hand instinctively went to my left shoulder. There was indeed a scar there, but Thomas and Martha had always told me I had it when they found me. “I don’t know you! I’ve been in school every single day! I’ve never even been to your territories!” My friend could prove it! In my past life, my best friend Chloe had gone to look for Kaden and missed this confrontation. Last night, I had texted Chloe on Snapchat that the ceremony was off. She hadn’t asked why; she just supported me. I reached for my phone to call her, but one of the Alphas snatched it from my hand and slammed it onto the hardwood floor. “Who are you calling? Another lover?” he sneered. “Are we not enough for you, you little slut?” “I heard you were getting mated today. I’d love to see what kind of idiot would want a passed-around toy.” “Stop it! I am not the woman you are looking for!” I screamed, watching my iPhone shatter into pieces. Fury bubbled in my chest. “Still lying? You have a two-inch scar on your left shoulder, don’t you?” “And a faint scar on your waist from a silver blade.” “A small red birthmark right below your collarbone.” “And a bite mark on your right wrist—the mark I left on you years ago!” They knew every detail of my body. But I had absolutely no memory of them. Elder Raymond spoke, his voice ancient and commanding. “Little girl, these Alphas are leaders of their packs. They wouldn’t accuse you without reason. If you truly share mate bonds with them, by council law, you must return with them for investigation.” “I don’t!” I screamed. “I don’t even know who they are!” “Then this is indeed strange,” another elder murmured, stroke his long beard. “A mate bond is etched into the soul. It doesn’t just vanish. Unless… your memory was erased.” My heart dropped. *** ####
“If you want to prove us wrong, strip. Let us see the marks!” “Yeah! Take her clothes off!” “The Elders are here. Let them be the judge!” “Strip her!” “Look at her face, she’s terrified!” Before I could react, someone rushed forward and ripped the buttons off my shirt. My left shoulder was exposed to the cold air, revealing the jagged scar. The crowd gasped, convinced of my guilt. A wave of humiliation hit me. I crouched down, desperately clutching my torn shirt around myself. “This is all a coincidence! I don’t know them! Mom! Dad! Help me!” Tears streamed down my face as I looked toward the sofa. But Thomas and Martha were gone. They had slipped out of the room. Seeing that I had no one to protect me, more people rushed into the room, pinning me to the floor. Hands began pulling at my clothes. “Let’s see if she really has those marks~” Dirty hands touched my skin. Disgust and helplessness choked me. I thrashed wildly, but my wrists and ankles were pinned down by powerful wolves. “Sleeping with so many Alphas… what a dirty bitch.” “Who knows how many guys have had a turn.” “Get off me! Get off!” *Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!* Greyson stormed over and slapped me across the face four times. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. “You worthless whore! You ran away without a word back then. Do you have any idea how long I searched for you?!” “Enough!” Elder Raymond roared, slamming his staff onto the floor. The ground cracked, and the shockwave threw everyone back. “No physical abuse is allowed in front of the Crescent Council!” Greyson stepped back, but his eyes were still burning with hatred. Humiliation consumed me. I wanted to die. Was I really going to die the same way, even after being reborn? “Yara! You shameless bitch!” Kaden, dressed in his wedding suit, pushed through the crowd. His eyes were filled with disgust. But he was my only hope. “Kaden… please… save me…” “Save you?!” Kaden spat, stepping forward. “You betrayed me! You have the nerve to ask me to save you?!” He raised his boot and stomped on my face, grinding my cheek into the floor. “So you’re the groom,” Silva sneered. “Pity. Looks like your bride likes a crowded bed.” “They deserve each other.” Kaden was shoved out of the living room by the Alphas. “Quiet!” Elder Raymond barked. He turned his deep, piercing eyes to me. “Little girl, I am going to ask you a few questions. Answer them truthfully.” I nodded, tears mixing with the blood on my face. “What is your name?” “Yara.” “Who are your parents?” “I…” I froze. Who were my parents? Were Thomas and Martha really my parents? I opened my mouth, but no words came out. “You don’t know who your biological parents are, do you?” Elder Raymond said softly. “Your adoptive parents found you on the side of the road. And when you woke up, you had no memory of your past. Am I correct?” The three questions hit me like thunder. “How… how do you know…” The Elder sighed. “Because your condition looks like a very old, very dark curse. Someone went to great lengths to erase your past.” The six Alphas exchanged glances. “Who did it?” Silva demanded. “That is for her to find out,” the Elder said, looking at me. “Little girl, are you willing to accept the Crescent Council’s help? We can help you retrieve your lost memories.” “I… I am willing.” *** ####
The Memory Recall Ceremony was held in the Sacred Grove. It was an ancient temple hidden deep in the mountains, its stone walls carved with the totems of the first Werewolves. In the center was a stone altar holding a massive, glowing Moonstone. Four elders sat around the altar, chanting in an ancient tongue. I lay on the stone, bathed in the pale, burning light of the Moonstone. Then, the memories hit me like a tidal wave. When I was eighteen, I hadn’t shifted yet. While other wolves my age were experiencing their first shifts, I remained in my human form. And then, tragedy struck. My parents were killed in an ambush by a rival pack. I became an orphan. But wait—it wasn’t an ambush. A scene materialized in my mind: Late at night, dark figures crept into our house. My father was stabbed through the heart. My mother was dragged into the yard… I was hiding in the closet, my hands clamped over my mouth, crying silently. The fathers of those six Alphas were standing in the yard, laughing. “Is it done?” “Yes. The last of the Lycan bloodline is dead.” “What about his daughter? Don’t kill her yet. Let’s have some fun with her first.” I trembled on the altar, tears flowing freely. The memories continued to flash. I was taken by the first Alpha, forced to be his toy. Three months later, I was passed to the second Alpha like a piece of meat. Then the third, the fourth… Every mate mark they forced on me felt like a branding iron searing my soul. I couldn’t take it anymore. I set a fire, burning their manor to the ground, and ran. I ran through the wilderness for three days and three nights until I collapsed by the road. An old couple found me—Thomas and Martha. They healed me, fed me, and gave me a new identity. But they didn’t know that before I lost consciousness, I had used the last of my energy to cast an ancient lock-curse on myself, sealing away all my memories. Because those memories were too painful. If I didn’t forget, I would have gone mad. The ceremony ended. I opened my eyes, my face soaked with tears. “I remember,” I whispered, sitting up. “I remember everything.” The six Alphas stood below the altar, their expressions tense. “My parents were murdered by your fathers,” I said, my voice echoing in the temple. “Your ‘fated mate’ claims were nothing but you treating me like a trophy you shared. Every single one of you is the son of my parents’ murderers.” Silence fell over the hall. “What proof do you have?” Greyson growled. “Proof?” I laughed coldly. “I saw them. That night, your fathers stood in my yard, deciding my fate. Greyson, your father has a scar on his left cheek, right? My father gave him that scar. Silva, your father walks with a limp, doesn’t he? My mother bit through his ankle tendon before she died.” Every detail was painfully accurate. The Alphas’ faces turned pale. “Even so…” Logan muttered, “that was our fathers’ doing. We… we cared for you…” “You used me!” I screamed. “You all thought I was a willing partner. But ask yourselves—could an eighteen-year-old girl who just lost her family really have a choice?” No one answered. “Enough,” Elder Raymond stood up. “This involves a historical crime committed by six prominent families. This is no longer a simple mate dispute. I order this case to be handed over to the High Crescent Council. Until then, these six Alphas are forbidden from leaving the city.” “What about me?” I asked. “Come with me,” the Elder said. “We need to talk in private.”
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