Author: Momo Chan

Alpha Marcus entered the palace for the feast and threw himself in front of the blade meant for the Alpha King. His life hung by a thread. Only I could save him—me, Elena, the famous healer in the werewolf realm. I was about to leave when Jax blocked my path. “Ivy just gave birth. If you’re not here, who’s going to take care of her during recovery?” I told him this was the Alpha King-Caesar’s direct order. If I delayed even a moment, dad might die. But Jax sneered. “Your father is just a useless omega. His life is worthless. He dies, it’s fate. But if Ivy suffers even the slightest discomfort because of you, I’ll reject you as my mate on the spot!” Ivy, Jax’s mistress, smiled sweetly as she leaned into his chest. Her voice dripped with mockery. “Elena, how can your father’s life compare to the pup I just gave birth? Since you can’t bear children yourself, you might as well serve me properly.” I didn’t get angry. I smiled instead. They thought the dying man was my father.

I stared at Ivy’s fake innocent face and spoke slowly. “Ever heard the saying? Harm others, harm yourself.” Ivy clutched her chest, tears welling in her eyes. “Elena, you’re scaring me. I just gave birth. My body is still weak. Are you going to punish me now?” Jax immediately stepped in front of her, glaring at me with fury. “Your father is nothing but an omega. Let him die. Maybe he’ll get a better life next time!” Ivy smirked. “That’s right, Elena. Once I’m recovered, I will lay a bouquet of flowers at your father’s grave.” Then she touched her forehead, swooning dramatically against Jax. “Darling, my head hurts. I envy Elena. She doesn’t have to suffer childbirth.” Jax snorted and slapped me across the face. His voice was ice. “Ivy is sensitive right now. Stop upsetting her!” The burning pain spread across my cheek. I’d been mated to Jax for three years. Our relationship was always cold. But I never thought he’d be this heartless. Just because he thought it was my father dying, he didn’t care. He even insulted him. I watched them play their little game and laughed. “Fine. Since you insist, I won’t go.” At that moment, a warrior’s panicked voice came from outside. “Jax, your dad is dying! The royal healers are helpless! Alpha King himself sent me to summon Elena to the palace immediately!” Jax roared at the warrior. “Get out! She’s staying here to serve Ivy during recovery. If you keep bothering me, I’ll have your heads!” The warrior hesitated, then retreated. Jax turned to me and sneered. “Your father, a low-life omega, and they call him my dad? Pathetic.” I said coldly, “If I don’t go to the palace and father truly dies, when the King’s wrath comes—” “Why would the King be angry over your worthless father?” Jax cut me off. “My father is the Alpha King’s childhood brother! They’re bonded for life!” I couldn’t help but laugh. Jax still had no idea the dying man was his own father, Alpha Marcus. The more important Marcus was to the King, the more terrifying the King’s rage would be. Ivy caught my expression and said. “Darling, stop. Elena is already upset about serving me. Don’t make her angrier.” Jax kicked me hard in the leg. “Stop making faces at Ivy. I accpted you as my mate just because Ivy wouldn’t be abused as a mistress.” “You come from trash, but act like royalty.” I stumbled backward from the kick. The glass vial slipped from my sleeve and shattered on the ground. The Powder spilled everywhere. Now, even if the Moon Goddess herself descended, Alpha Marcus couldn’t be saved.

The moonflower bloomed once a century on cliffs so high, even wolves feared to climb them. My grandfather found one by pure luck. He used our family’s ancient method to capture its essence in this single vial. There would never be another. It could stop bleeding and regenerate flesh. It could keep a dying wolf breathing. Alpha Marcus had been stabbed in a vital organ. His insides were likely torn apart. This powder was his last hope. Jax stared at the spilled powder and scoffed. “Always playing with these weird concoctions. You think you’re some miracle healer?” “Clean up this broken glass. If Ivy gets hurt, I’m holding you responsible.” Ivy cooed softly. “Don’t be so harsh, darling. Elena is considerable. My maids are clumsy. She will take much better care of me.” Jax nodded, his tone patronizing. “That’s all she’s good for anyway.” My nails dug into my palms. I asked coldly, “Jax, I’m your mate. Aren’t you afraid the Alpha King will punish you for disrespecting me like this?” He laughed like it was the funniest joke he’d ever heard. “If Ivy’s family hadn’t fallen, you’d never have been my mate.” Of course. Back then, Jax pursued me relentlessly. He stood outside my house every day, sent endless gifts. I thought he truly loved me. After the mating ceremony, I understood. He only chose me because Ivy’s father was executed for treason. She couldn’t be the Alpha’s mate. And I looked easy to control. I wouldn’t hurt his precious Ivy. Right on cue, Ivy’s tears fell. “Don’t say that, darling. Elena is your true mate. Even our pup is just an illegitimate child. I’m so scared…” Jax wiped her tears, his voice tender. “You’re the only mate in my heart. What are you afraid of?” Ivy looked up at him pitifully. “Elena is so beautiful and talented. I’m afraid I’ll lose your love one day.” “I wish… I wish Elena wasn’t so pretty.” Jax stroked her hair, his tone indulgent. “That’s easy to solve.” He bent down and picked up the largest piece of broken glass. I backed away instinctively, but Jax grabbed my wrist. Ivy sobbed softly, but her eyes gleamed with anticipation. I couldn’t believe it. “Jax, what are you doing?!” His grip tightened, crushing my wrist bone. I struggled, but how could a woman overpower a trained Alpha? He raised his hand. The pain exploded across my face. Hot blood poured down my neck, staining my clothes. Jax carved a long gash across my face, then threw the glass aside. He released my hand like I was filth. He pulled Ivy close, his tone casual. “Feel better now?”

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Today was my daughter’s one hundred days’ celebration. It should have been perfect. Until the ‘dead man’ showed up at my gate… My former fiancé… “Eva, darling. I’m back!” Holt Ashford. The Beta who’d faked his own death on our wedding day three years ago to run off with his hooker Omega mistress Willow. And now he was standing on my doorstep like he’d just returned from a pleasant vacation. “Willow and I’ve done,” he climbed the steps without invitation. “Do you miss me, honey?” Did he just— Did this motherfucker just say that? How did he dare be this shamless? “I know the fake death thing was… unfortunate,” His tone suggesting he was discussing a minor social faux pas. “But really, Eva, you’re an Alpha female. A few rumors about being cursed? That’s nothing. Willow, on the other hand—she was a hooker and an omega. I ruined her reputation. I had to marry her.” My temples throbbed. He spoke of his past mistakes and betrayal so casually? Mother fucker! I’d loved him once. Stupidly, naively loved him. Then on our wedding day, he’d “died.” Dropped dead right before he could mark me. The same night, Willow—the most famous courtesan in Silvermoon City—had hanged herself, leaving a note: “I wish to be the west wind, forever in your embrace.” The scandal had been immediate. Brutal. I was the cursed Alpha Princess. The mate-killer. The monster who’d destroyed true love. Father had dissolved the engagement. Three months later, my father had arranged a new match… Alpha Jasper. War hero. Orphan. Alpha blood. My True Mate… My true love. “You mourned me for three years. Very touching, really.” He smiled like he was bestowing a great honor. “I even heard you adopted a pup to continue my bloodline. So loyal. So devoted.” Wow! Was he high? Was he actually fucking high right now? “Don’t worry,” Moving closer. “You’ll be my Chosen Second Mate—equal to Willow, of course. I’ll treat you both fairly. You can even manage the household finances.” Three years ago, this man had shattered my heart. I’d mourned him. Cursed myself. Believed I’d somehow caused his death. Now? Now I felt absolutely nothing. “Get. Him. Out. Now.” My voice came out flat. Cold. The Alpha command rippled through the air—not loud, but unmistakable. If my present husband Alpha Jasper sees this Beta on our doorstep, he’s going to lose his shit. Holt didn’t move. Worse—he smiled?

“You’re so beautiful when you’re angry.” I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly detached a retina. “Look, I get it. You’re upset. We’ll have a proper ceremony in seven days. I’ll make it up to you.” He actually winked. “Holt.” I kept my voice level, though my wolf was snarling. “What makes you think I’ve been waiting for you?” “Father already arranged another match for me. I’m married. I have a daughter!” Then he laughed. “Who would marry a woman still in love with another man?” He looked genuinely pitying. “Maybe some desperate Gamma trying to climb the social ladder married you, but I know you. You’re too proud to actually… consummate anything. You’re saving yourself for me.” I must have been blind three years ago to fall for this delusional Beta!! “The pup,” Holt continued. “I know you adopted her to give me an heir. How thoughtful.” My jaw clenched. “And I’ve been watching, Eva. Princesses of other packs move into their estates after marriage. But you? You’ve been living here alone, waiting at Mountain Moon Estate. Waiting for me.” I’m going to have an aneurysm. “Your Alpha father is ill. And your Alpha brother Dominic has no heir. But I’m virile, strong. If you give him a son to adopt, think of the political advantage—” “Holt.” I cut him off. “How many times do I have to say this? You died. I got married. I have a daughter. My own daughter. And I’m not giving her to anyone!” I wanted to laugh. “Eva.” Holt’s voice dropped to what he probably thought was seductive. “You’re still so bold. Flirting with me in broad daylight.” “Go home. Get your wedding dress prepared. Seven days. We’ll have a proper ceremony.” “Close the gate!” I ordered. The gate slammed shut with a satisfying crash. Outside, Holt’s laughter echoed. “Still throwing tantrums! So adorable!” The whole situation was absurd. Infuriating. — [In the afternoon] My mate. My Alpha. My husband. Jasper was a Alpha male through and through—all muscle and intensity, with a possessive streak a mile wide. He was gentle with me, patient with our daughter Pearl, deadly to everyone else. And when he got jealous? He’d “punish” me while he was fucking me on the bed. Thoroughly. Just thinking about it made me tremble… His huge penis… But my husband seemed don’t know this… He’d planned an outing—Stellar Restaurant had new menu items, and he’d reserved a private booth on the second floor. Unfortunately, right as we reached the restaurant, his Gamma arrived with some urgent matter. “Go ahead,” Jasper said, kissing my forehead. “Order whatever you want. I’ll join you soon.” I entered Stellar Restaurant alone. And immediately heard a familiar, insufferable voice from the second floor. “Stalking me AGAIN?” I looked up. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me?! Holt Ashford stood at the top of the stairs. “Really, Eva. I said I’d marry you. You don’t need to follow me everywhere.” He descended the stairs, shaking his head. “The fake death thing won’t happen again. I promise.” I turned to leave… Holt followed me into the private booth.

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One year after miscarring my pup, my husband Alpha Jax finally had time to take me on a trip to relax. I had just placed our suits into the wagon when a worrior ran up, breathless. He said the Pack Council needed Alpha Jax immediately. “Freya, I’m sorry. Urgent pack business. I have to go back… You go ahead without me. I’ll catch up when I’m free.” He didn’t wait for my answer. He turned and left. I stared at his back, my fists clenching tight. Hah. Pack business? What a pathetic lie. My father was the Alpha King. If there was real danger, he would have sent word. What “urgent business” could a mere ordinary Alpha have? — I follow Alpha Jax. The path grew familiar. This was the road back to the pack. Was he telling the truth? But my gut screamed otherwise. He stopped at the gates of the Great Hall. Inside, torches blazed. A dozen long tables were laid out. The cooking fires roared. The air smelled of roasted venison and fermented mead. I stepped down from the wagon, confused. Was today some kind of celebration? A worroir jogged over and saluted me. “Is there a feast today?” His brow furrowed. “Beta Jax is celebrating. His mate just found out she’s three months pregnant. He’s throwing a feast for the whole tribe.” For a moment, I thought my ears had failed me. I didn’t wait for him to finish. I ran into the Hall. The first thing I saw was Jax holding a shy woman in his arms, his hand resting on her swollen belly. The woman looked up. I froze. It was Lexi. The stray Omega orphan Jax and I had saved on the mountain road a year ago. That day, the rain poured like a river. She was in rags, throwing herself in front of our wagon, screaming for help. Rogue Wolves were chasing her. Jax drew his spear. I was eight months pregnant, but I jumped down to help. In the chaos, someone shoved me. I fell hard onto the muddy rocks. Blood pooled beneath me. I lost consciousness. When I woke, the Healer shook his head. The pup was gone. I would never carry another. Lexi knelt by my bed, sobbing. She said it was all her fault. Later, she brought me bone broth every day. One day, Jax said, “Let her stay. Your body needs care.” So Lexi stayed at the Pack. But I never imagined Jax would betray me with her. Or that she was pregnant. Or that Jax would declare her his mate and future luna. Then what was I? The guests’ voices pulled me back. “Congratulations, Alpha Jax! A son at last! Strong Alpha blood runs true. Your heir will be a mighty warrior like you.” “Old Martha, you’re blessed! Your son is an Alpha, your daughter-in-law is gentle, and soon you’ll hold a grandson. We’re all jealous!” “Today we finally get to see our Alpha’s true mate in person. What an honor!” Jax’s grin never faded. Even my bitter, stone-faced mother-in-law Martha was smiling, her wrinkled face folding in on itself. Lexi looked more and more bashful under their praise, almost melting into Jax’s chest. Jax gazed down at her, his eyes soft, and kissed her. The kiss lasted forever. When it ended, Jax was still stroking her lips with his thumb. Then his body went rigid. Through the crowd, his eyes met mine. I stood at the entrance to the Hall.

Jax panicked. He shoved Lexi away without thinking. “Freya…” “CRACK!” My slap echoed through the Hall. “Jax. This is your ‘urgent pack business’?” The sudden violence stunned everyone into silence. Lexi screamed first. She ran over and cupped Jax’s face, then whirled on me. “Freya! How dare you—” “CRACK!” I slapped her too. She stumbled backward. Jax caught her. I shook out my stinging hand. Before I could speak, a huge force slammed into me. I hit the ground hard. Martha loomed over me, her face twisted in rage. She spat on me. “Freya! You barren she-wolf! My son already cast you out and you still dare to bring bad luck here? You can’t hurt my grandson!” “Everyone, look! She’s trying to harm the Alpha’s pup!” The crowd erupted. Voices screamed to arrest me. Seeing everyone on her side, Lexi smiled at me—a victor’s smile. Then she quickly switched to a pitiful expression, hiding behind Jax, wiping fake tears. “Sister, Jax already divorced you. Why are you still clinging to us…” “I know you can’t bear pups anymore. Jax just wanted an heir so badly… How about this? When I give birth, I’ll give Jax back to you. Okay?” My whole body shook with rage. I opened my mouth to ask when the hell I “divorced” Jax, but his roar cut me off. “ENOUGH!” Jax pulled Lexi behind him, veins bulging on his forehead. “Freya! How long are you going to make a scene?! You can’t give me an heir, so I divorced you peacefully. I was already merciful. But I have a new family now. I’m about to have a son. Can’t you just let me be happy?!” “For god’s sake, I’ll let you walk out of here yourself!” I felt like I’d been plunged into ice. When the Healer said I was barren, Martha had cried and begged Jax to divorce me. But Jax refused. He held me and said he loved me, not my womb. He would never leave me. Turns out, those were just lies to shut me up. One moment, he swore he loved me. The next, he knocked up another woman. No wonder he insisted Lexi stay to “take care of me.” I dug my nails into my palms until they bled. Jax saw I wasn’t moving. His face darkened. “My beta! Drag this mad woman—” “STOP!” I screamed, glaring at his beta closing in. “My father is Alpha King Magnus. I dare you to touch me!” The entire Hall went silent.

Lexi suddenly burst into tears. “Sister, I know you’re upset, but you can’t say crazy things like that…” She tugged on Jax’s sleeve. “Jax, do you think Sister… did miscarring the pup break her mind…?” Jax caught on immediately. He shouted: “Freya! Stop this madness! How could your father be the Alpha King?!” I looked at his Alpha Tatto and laughed coldly. “Jax. Do you really forget how you became an Alpha?” The crowd exploded into mocking laughter. “She’s really committed to the act! Her, the Alpha King’s daughter? She should piss in a puddle and look at herself!” “Exactly. Miss Lexi is the real lady. She and Alpha Jax are a perfect match. Without her family’s support, the Alpha’s rise wouldn’t have been so smooth!” Perfect match? Family support? Smooth rise? Wasn’t all of that my doing? I remembered that winter. Jax trudged through the snow to bring me honey. His lips were blue from cold. Back then, he was just a low-rank warrior. He spent three months’ pay on expensive chocolate for me, while his own clothes were threadbare. That’s why I married him, even when my father slammed the table and cursed me for being blind. I shouted back, my neck stiff with stubbornness: “I don’t care! I’ve chosen him!” I stole the family seal to file our mating bond. My father didn’t even come to the ceremony. And now, Jax dared to hand all of that to Lexi? Why? To make her look good? Over my dead body. I laughed bitterly, my gaze like ice. “Jax. To impress your new toy, you’ve thrown away your conscience?” Jax flinched at my accusation, guilt flashing across his face. “Freya, shut your mouth!” But I kept going, my voice steady. “After we mated, you said your low rank made me suffer. So I begged my father.” “My father and I had a falling out because of you. But I still knelt at his door—” “STOP LYING!” Jax’s roar cut me off. “I got where I am through my own strength! Stop taking credit!” I stared at his panicked face and laughed harder. “Oh? Getting nervous already? I still have the Oath Scroll you wrote to my father at home. Want me to bring it here and read it out loud?” “You—!” I raised my voice, letting venom drip into my words. “We lost our pup saving Lexi! If not for her, my son would be calling you ‘Father’ by now! But you? You cheated on me right in front of my face, and you’re calling me your ex-mate. You disgust me!” Lexi suddenly threw herself into Jax’s arms, sobbing. “Sister, how can you twist the truth? It was you who couldn’t control yourself during pregnancy. You ran off to the village and fucked with rogues…” “You miscarried because of that, and your family threw you out. Now you’re blaming Jax?” “Jax was kind enough to let you come back to the pack after the divorce… and you repay him by slandering him on his happiest day!” Her words ignited the crowd’s fury. The mates of the warriors immediately screamed: “Crazy bitch! Barren and a whore! Someone drag this lunatic out!” I didn’t flinch. I laughed. I locked eyes with Lexi, my gaze cold as death. “Who’s the whore with the fake virtue, Lexi? Do you need me to remind you who saved your life?” Lexi’s face went white. But I didn’t stop. “We saved you from the Rogues. I lost my pup because someone shoved me. And what did you do? You knelt by my bed, crying, saying you’d serve me forever to repay the debt.” “So this is your repayment? Sleeping with my mate? Stabbing me in the back?” “You’ve been playing the mistress so long you actually think you’re the real mate? Do you want to be humiliated?” Before I finished, Martha slapped me so hard I staggered. Her claws raked three bloody lines down my face. Her shrill voice screeched: “You rotten, barren wretch! You lost your own pup and now you have the nerve to throw a tantrum?! My son marrying you was eight lifetimes of bad luck!”

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The son I’d raised for twenty years ran off with an Omega servant. He left a note saying if he couldn’t be with the one he loved, he didn’t want to be Alpha. I burned the letter and turned to support my rival’s son instead. Because in my past life, I’d forced my son to return and take his place as Alpha. The Omega girl he loved was caught by rogues during the chase—they raped her, broke her. She killed herself. Later, after my son became Alpha King, the first thing he did was murder Clara, the Beta’s daughter I’d arranged for him to marry. The pack erupted in chaos. Beta Marcus, who loved his daughter more than life itself, demanded justice. My son just smiled and summoned the latrine slaves, reeking of sewage and filth. In front of the entire pack, he ordered them to defile me, to ruin my Luna scent forever. He looked down at me with contempt. “You destroyed my future with Ivy by dragging me back, then you had those rogues rape her to break my will. Now I’ll let you taste what it’s like to be violated by the pack’s filth!” Then he pointed at me and announced to Beta Marcus. “She’s the real culprit! If she hadn’t forced your daughter on me, Clara would still be alive!” Beta Marcus, his eyes glowing red with feral rage, shoved my head into the cesspool. The thick, vile sludge filled my lungs as I drowned in the pack’s waste. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my son left his note. “Luna Selene, don’t worry! I’ll send trackers immediately. We’ll bring the future Alpha back before sunset!” The Gamma’s confident voice finally pulled me out of the nightmare of my past death. My nails had torn through the paper in my hands. In my past life, when I’d read this note, I’d been furious. With the succession ceremony just three days away, I’d ordered the Gamma Caleb to hunt him down immediately. But now… I held the letter to a candle flame and watched the ashes dance in the air. My voice was calm. “Don’t bother. Come with me to Damon’s den instead.” The Gamma’s head snapped up, shock written across his face. He didn’t dare question me. He simply melted into the shadows behind me as we left the royal pack house under cover of darkness. When word reached him of my arrival, Damon rushed out to meet me, bowing respectfully with his neck bared in submission. “Mother—Luna Selene. What brings you here?” Looking at the face I’d once despised to my very core, I felt a strange disconnect. My dead mate had only ever had two sons. One was Asher, born from my womb. The other was Damon, standing before me now—born from the woman my mate truly loved, the one who died giving birth to him. If it weren’t for my position as Luna and the power of my bloodline, that bastard would have made Damon his heir without a second thought. He loved that dead female more than he ever loved me. “Luna Selene?” Damon called out again softly, suspicion flickering in his eyes. After all, in all these years, I’d never shown him anything but cold contempt. I’d certainly never sought him out. This time, I smiled at him warmly and reached out to take his hand, my voice gentle. “Damon, don’t be so formal. You can call me Mother from now on.” Damon’s whole body went rigid. His eyes widened as he stared at me in shock. Then I continued. “Your father is dead. Asher isn’t fit to lead the pack. I’ve thought it over carefully. You’re the only one strong enough to hold our territory. It’s late, but… why don’t we go inside and talk?” By the time I left Damon’s den, dawn was breaking. My Gamma materialized beside me, hesitating before speaking. “Luna Selene, are you really going to—” His words were cut off by a cold, furious voice. “Selene!”

The Gamma’s face changed. He reached for his weapon but froze when he saw it was Asher. “What, Mother? So scared Damon will take the throne that you came to drag me back before dawn?” Asher’s mocking eyes moved from the Gamma to me. But underneath, I caught something else—hatred. My blood went cold. A terrible thought hit me. Has Asher been reborn too? I kept my voice steady. “You chose to run off with that Omega and give up being Alpha. I can only respect your choice. Why would I drag you back? I just couldn’t sleep. I’m old. I was taking a walk.” The moment I spoke, Asher’s face darkened. Then his eyes flashed with understanding. He stepped forward and stared straight at me. After a long pause, he laughed. It sounded fake. “So Mother and I have both been reborn. Why act like enemies?” “They say there’s no lasting hatry between mother and son. I hated you in my past life because you hurt Ivy. But nothing’s happened yet. I won’t target you this time.” He paused. “After all, only Damon and I can inherit the Alpha position. And you’re Damon’s mother’s killer. So we’re in this together, aren’t we?” As he spoke, my face went pale. The injustice flooded through me like a wave. My dead mate had believed I killed her for twenty years. Now even my own son believed it too. The only one who trusted me was Damon—the dead woman’s son. “She died in childbirth! What does that have to do with me!” Seeing my reaction, Asher became more certain. He laughed. “Alright, I’m not going to expose you. You’re my mother. If I said anything, it would ruin my reputation too.” “But from now on, don’t interfere in things that don’t concern you.” He turned to Ivy beside him, his eyes going soft. “Ivy, I was too impulsive in our past life. That’s how they hurt you. But this life is different. I’ve prepared everything. I swear I’ll make you Luna!” Ivy buried her face in Asher’s chest and nodded shyly. “I’ll listen to whatever you say, my Alpha.” I watched them coldly. Last life I gave you the throne and you didn’t want it. This life you’ve tasted power and now you want everything. But it’s too late. Asher returned to the pack house before me. He announced that the Omega servant Ivy was now his chosen mate. At the same time, I summoned Clara, the Beta’s daughter. Beta Marcus led most of the pack’s warriors. That’s why in my past life I forced Asher to marry Clara—to secure the Beta’s support. Clara bowed to me, her hands nervous in her sleeves. I spoke directly. “Do you know why I summoned you?” “I… have some idea.” “Do you have feelings for Damon?”

Her head shot up, excitement flashing in her eyes. Then she seemed to remember herself and dropped to her knees. “I wouldn’t dare! Both princes are exceptional. I’ll accept whatever arrangement you make, Luna!” I smiled and helped her up. “Silly girl. I’m serious. I’m not testing you.” “In three days at the succession ceremony, I’m putting Damon on the throne. And you beside him.” Clara stared at me, stunned. But before she could respond, noise erupted outside. Ivy walked in like she owned the place. She grabbed Clara’s hand without permission and gave me a casual greeting. “Good morning, Luna!” “Oh! You must be Clara! You’re pretty, I’ll give you that. Nice body too—almost as good as mine. I heard you want to be Asher’s mate?” She frowned, pretending to look troubled. “But Asher promised he’d only love me. If you don’t mind, I have a cousin back home who’s about your age.” “Since you can’t mate to Asher, why not consider my cousin? He’s a pack patrol. Being his mate is better than being some ignored second mate, right?” As she spoke, Ivy’s attitude was full of pride. She didn’t even acknowledge me. Clara’s face had gone pale with humiliation. She looked at me. A Beta’s daughter being mocked by the lowest Omega in the pack. Even with Clara’s good temper, she couldn’t take this. And I wouldn’t let her suffer it either. “Caleb. Slap her.” The moment I gave the order, my Gamma appeared. In a blink, Ivy was on the floor. Her expression went from shock to hatred. Then she clutched her stomach and started screaming. “Mother, why did you have someone hit me? My stomach—it hurts! The baby…!” I looked at her flat stomach, about to speak, when a force shoved me aside. “You vicious bitch! Who gave you permission to harm my heir!” Asher’s push sent me stumbling. My head hit the decorative glass vase. The vase shattered. My temple was being hurt, bruising and bleeding. Clara rushed over to help me. Caleb appeared again, taking a protective stance. I took a sharp breath and waved them off. “I’m fine. Caleb, escort Miss Clara home first.” After they left, Asher helped Ivy up. His eyes on me were venomous. “Looks like Mother has already forgotten how miserably you died in our last life. You still want to control everything about me.” As he spoke, two figures appeared—reeking latrine slaves. The moment I saw them, my body went stiff. Past life memories rushed back. I could barely hold onto the doorframe as I dry heaved. Asher raised an eyebrow. “So you do remember. Then you should know what to do, right?” I forced myself to stand straight. I looked at the child I’d carried for nine months. Cold spread to my fingertips.

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On the day of my Luna Coronation, the low-ranking Omega Healer living in my mate’s packhouse appeared before the entire assembly—clothes torn, hair disheveled—screaming that I’d hired Rogues to defile her. The guests turned on me instantly, their fingers pointed at my face like claws. “Poisonous bitch.” “Unworthy Luna.” The Omega wailed louder: “I only stayed in the packhouse to heal the sick! There was never anything between the Alpha and me—never! If the Luna hates me so much, just banish me! Why destroy my life?” To save face for both our bloodlines, I swallowed my pride. Through tears I didn’t mean, I accepted blame for a crime I didn’t commit. At my own mating ceremony, I agreed to let her become his second Luna—a co-equal mate. My Alpha looked at me with such theatrical pain as he grabbed my right hand. The snap of bone echoed through the hall. “Sage saved my life,” he said, cradling my shattered hand like it was nothing. “This is the only way she’ll forgive you. The only way we can have peace.” My reputation destroyed, I had no choice but to endure. I served his family. His mother. His pathetic pack. Day after day, year after year. Until my body gave out. Until I died alone, unwanted. But before my last breath, I learned the truth: there were no Rogues. My mate and his precious Omega had orchestrated everything. They’d planned it together—to steal my title, my wealth, my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the morning of my Luna Coronation. This time, I didn’t hesitate. “Lock down the entire packhouse,” I commanded my warrior maidens. “Bind every male within a fifty-mile radius. Every. Single. One.” But Sage still claimed someone violated her. Impossible. … “Raina, what is the meaning of this…” I ripped off my ceremonial veil myself and tossed it to a maiden. Walking into the ceremony hall with my head held high, I smiled—a predator’s smile. “Alpha Donovan, don’t panic. I had a nightmare last night—a vision of Rogues disrupting our sacred day.” “I merely increased security. Surely you understand.” Donovan’s face went rigid. “Isn’t this… excessive? The High Council is watching…” “Let them watch.” I cut him off, my gaze sweeping the assembled guests. Those who’d been whispering fell silent the moment my eyes found them. I am the Grand Luna’s niece. The daughter of the High Alpha bloodline. The Alpha King himself declared me Princess of the Northern Packs. No one dares challenge me. In the ceremony hall, Donovan’s mother sat in the place of honor, ready to receive our oaths of fealty. One look from me, and my maidens moved. They hauled her off the throne. I walked past her trembling form and sat down myself. Donovan’s mother stumbled backward, her finger shaking as she pointed at my face: “Outrageous! You think because you’re a pureblood princess, you can disrespect your Alpha’s mother?” “I haven’t even accepted you yet, and you’re already acting like this? Have you no shame?” “Careful, Elder.” I examined my nails, bored. “The ceremony hasn’t begun. The mating bond hasn’t formed. Technically, I’m not part of your pack yet.” I looked up at Donovan with a cold smile. “Isn’t that right, Alpha?” But Donovan wasn’t listening. His eyes kept darting toward the back gardens. Sweat beaded on his forehead, running down his temples. I knew exactly what he was waiting for. In my first life, this is when Sage would have been “attacked.” But now the packhouse was on lockdown. He couldn’t check on her. Couldn’t confirm if his little scheme had worked. “Raina is right,” he said finally, voice tight. “The ceremony… we still have a few minutes.” His mother’s face went purple with rage, but my bloodline kept her silent. That’s when it happened. A scream—raw and devastating—tore through the air from the back gardens. “HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!” The guests jumped to their feet, necks craning toward the sound. “Something’s happened!” “The back gardens—” A woman stumbled into the ceremony hall, her dress torn, her hair wild, her eyes red from crying. Sage. She collapsed in the center of the hall, her sobs echoing off the marble. “Princess! How could you be so cruel!” “I’m just a Healer—I only stayed here to serve the Alpha! You’re jealous, so you hired Rogues to—to—” She threw herself toward a pillar. “I can’t live like this! I have no honor left!” Several pack women caught her before she could crack her skull open. “Miss Sage! Please don’t do anything rash!” “Think of your patients!” The scene unfolded exactly like my first life.

“Raina! How could you be so heartless!” Donovan’s voice cracked with fake anguish. He rushed forward, stripping off his ceremonial Alpha’s cloak and draping it over Sage’s trembling shoulders. “Sage saved my life when I was poisoned by silver! She’s served this pack faithfully, healing our warriors without complaint!” “If you can’t accept her, I’ll send her away—but hiring Rogues to defile her? You wanted to destroy her!” His performance was Oscar-worthy. The High Council members—those pompous purebloods in their expensive suits—looked at me like I was filth. “A princess with such a poisonous heart.” “She looks so refined on the surface, but her methods are disgusting. How can she be Luna?” I sat perfectly still on the throne, listening to their insults. In my first life, I’d been so ashamed. So desperate to prove my innocence that I’d crumbled under the weight of their judgment. But now? I lifted my teacup and took a slow sip. “Are you finished?” The porcelain clinked as I set it down. My eyes locked on Sage like a wolf cornering prey. “You claim I hired Rogues to violate you. Fine. Then show me these Rogues. Where’s your proof?” Sage’s crying hitched. She pressed herself against Donovan’s chest. “It was—it was a Rogue, Princess. He said you paid him to—to hurt me…” “I fought him off, and he ran. I’m just an Omega—I couldn’t stop him alone…” “He ran?” I cut through her rambling with a laugh sharp enough to draw blood. “I sealed the packhouse before dawn. Not even a stray mosquito could get past my warriors. So tell me—how did this Rogue get in and out?” “You have no witnesses. No evidence. Yet you dare accuse a pureblood princess of such crimes?” Silence fell over the hall. The guests exchanged nervous glances. She’s right, their faces said. If the princess really locked everything down, where’s the Rogue? Sage’s face went pale, but she recovered fast. From inside her torn dress, she pulled out a jade pendant and held it high. “I have proof! The Rogue dropped this when he ran!” Someone in the crowd gasped. “That’s the Princess of the Northern Packs’ personal pendant! She wears it every day!” “Oh goddess, the princess isn’t wearing hers—” “This is solid evidence!” The accusations came at me like a tidal wave. Donovan shook his head, his expression heavy with disappointed righteousness. “Raina. The proof is right there. Why keep lying?” He stepped closer, looking down at me with those fake sympathetic eyes. “Just apologize. I’ll let this go.” “But Sage saved my life, and because of you, she’s lost her honor. She needs… compensation.” He paused, as if the next words pained him. “Let her join our bond as co-Luna. Give her a title. Consider it your way of making amends.”

Co-Luna? In his dreams. I rose slowly from the throne, my heels clicking against marble as I approached Sage. “You say this is my personal pendant?” Sage flinched backward but held the jade higher, her voice shaking. “Yes! It has the royal crest—it can’t be fake! This is proof!” I reached out with two fingers, using a silk handkerchief to pinch the corner of the pendant like it was covered in filth. Holding it up to the light, I let my lip curl in disgust. “The crest is real. But this thing…” I flicked my wrist. The pendant flew from my fingers and smacked Sage across the face with a sharp crack. She yelped, red blooming across her cheek where the jade struck. “This cheap piece of garbage is supposed to be mine?” I turned to my head maiden. “Snowcloud. Show them what a real royal pendant looks like.” Snowcloud stepped forward, her spine straight with pride. She pulled a silk pouch from her dress and opened it for all to see. Inside lay a pendant identical in design—but the craftsmanship was incomparable. This one glowed with an inner light, flawless and radiant. The jade was the color of moonlight on water, worth more than Donovan’s entire pack estate. Donovan’s face went white as death. Sweat poured down his temples. “That’s not—you were supposed to—” He bit his tongue so hard I could smell blood. Of course he couldn’t finish that sentence. The pendant in Sage’s hand was the one I’d given him before our mating ceremony—a token of my love, my trust. He’d used my gift to frame me. In my first life, I’d screamed the truth about that pendant until my voice broke. No one believed me. But I learned my lesson. This time, before I even arrived at the ceremony, I’d sent Snowcloud back to my estate to retrieve a better pendant—one that made his little prop look like a carnival prize. “My pendants are carved from moon jade, gifted by the Western Wolf King himself. They glow in darkness. They’re priceless.” I pointed at the sad little trinket on the floor. “That thing?Shoddy workmanship—just a cheap knockoff. I wouldn’t even give it to my lowest-ranking omega servant.” “Sage,” I said, my voice dropping to something cold and deadly, “you forged a royal artifact and used it to frame a pureblood princess. Do you know what the punishment is for that?” Her face crumbled, tears streaming as she shook her head frantically. “No—no, that’s not—this is yours! The Rogue had it, I swear—” “Enough.” I didn’t give her time to spin more lies. “Seize her. Beat her to death with silver chains.” My warrior maidens moved like a strike force, their hands already reaching for their weapons. “I’d like to see you try!” Donovan’s mother threw herself in front of Sage, her face twisted with rage. “Raina! You’re not even officially mated yet, and you’re ordering executions? You think you can ignore your Alpha’s mother?” At the same time, several Council members—clearly bought and paid for by Donovan—stood up with practiced outrage. “Princess, have mercy!” “Miss Sage’s assault hasn’t even been investigated properly—” “We must petition the Alpha King to strip you of your title! Such cruelty, such arrogance!” My maidens had their blades drawn. Donovan’s family and their pet politicians stood opposite, shouting about morality and tradition. Sage cowered behind Donovan’s mother, sobbing dramatically: “Princess, what did I do to deserve this? Please—just let me leave! ” Her pathetic performance stirred the crowd’s sympathy. The guests whispered that I was a tyrant, crushing the weak beneath my pureblood heel. Donovan stepped forward, his voice low and threatening. “Raina. This has gotten out of hand. You can’t prove your innocence anymore.” “Just apologize. Accept Sage into the bond. We can still salvage this.” Salvage this. Like I was the problem. Like I was the one who needed fixing. I stared at his lying face, my wolf howling for blood beneath my skin. I was half a second from giving the order—consequences be damned—when— A high, formal voice rang through the hall: “THE GRAND LUNA ARRIVES!”

Relief flooded my chest. When I’d arrived at the packhouse, I’d sent a maiden to the High Council chambers with an urgent message. I hadn’t expected the Grand Luna to respond this quickly. The crowd parted like water as she swept into the hall, her entourage of advisors and guards flanking her. The Grand Luna’s eyes—cold and ancient—scanned the room. Every single person dropped to their knees. Even Donovan’s arrogant mother pressed her forehead to the floor. “I heard,” the Grand Luna said, her voice like frosted steel, “that someone has been threatening my niece.” I let my eyes well up—just enough—and walked to her side. “Aunt…” She took my hand, her grip warm and reassuring. “Don’t be afraid, child. I’m here.” Her gaze swept over the kneeling crowd like a blade. “I granted this mating bond myself. Who dares disrupt a ceremony I personally blessed?” Donovan and Sage stayed pressed to the floor, trembling. Donovan crawled forward on his knees, his forehead touching marble. “Grand Luna, please—I would never—” “The princess is consumed with jealousy! She hired Rogues to destroy Miss Sage’s honor, and when we confronted her, she tried to execute an innocent Omega!” “I only wanted to protect the pack’s dignity—” “Silence!” The Grand Luna’s hand slammed down on the arm of her chair, the sound echoing like thunder. “I raised Raina from a pup. I know exactly what kind of wolf she is.” “If she truly wanted someone dead, she’d give the order openly. She has the authority. She doesn’t need to hire Rogues.” Her voice dropped to something dangerous. “But you—all of you—you reek of deception. You’ve tried to humiliate a pureblood princess at her own mating ceremony.” Donovan’s face went from white to gray, sweat dripping from his nose. I thought the worst was over. I thought we’d won. That’s when Sage’s head snapped up, her eyes wild with desperation. She knew—if she couldn’t make her lies stick, she was dead. “Grand Luna, please!” She slammed her forehead against the floor over and over, blood welling from the impact. “I’m just a lowborn Omega! The princess wants me silenced because I know the truth!” “Is there no justice for wolves like me?!” She lurched to her feet, swaying. “If this is how it ends—I’ll die with honor!” She threw herself at a marble pillar—hard. “Stop her!” The sickening thud of skull against stone. Blood sprayed across white marble. Sage collapsed, half her face painted red, convulsing on the floor. Donovan let out a strangled cry, cradling her broken body. “Sage! Why—you didn’t have to—” The guests stared in horror. Even the Grand Luna’s expression tightened. A death at a royal mating ceremony—the scandal would be catastrophic. “Someone get a Healer!” The tension in the room was suffocating. Just as the crowd began to turn against me again— Footsteps thundered from the back gardens. A packhouse servant stumbled into the hall, gasping for air. “Alpha! We found him—we found the Rogue!” “He was hiding in the old den beneath the garden!” My blood turned to ice. No. That’s impossible. I’d locked down every entrance. I’d bound every male within miles. Where the hell did they get a Rogue? I spun toward Donovan. His face—for just a split second—showed triumph. Did they really manage to conjure a man out of thin air? Even in this second life, am I still trapped in their game?

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Eight months’ pregnant, my husband—so-called CEO of the Sterling Corporation’s Global Security Division—finally found time to accompany me to my prenatal checkup. But the moment we stepped into the hospital, his phone buzzed urgently. The caller ID flashed across the screen. Lucas, usually so composed, panicked instantly. “Honey, it’s a Code Red. Another corporate saboteur has breached the perimeter. I… I’m sorry…” He was frantic, carrying that authoritative tone that left no room for argument. A hurried apology, and he was gone. Watching his car speed away, I crushed the prenatal form in my hand until my nails dug through the paper. I hailed a cab, my pregnant belly weighing me down, and spoke quickly: “Driver, follow that car.” Ha. A Code Red saboteur? What a ridiculous lie. My father hadn’t received any alerts. My father was the real CEO and the person in charge. My husband Lucas only helped my father manage a few branch companies because he married me. What kind of “urgent threat” could possibly require him? What could be so important? Something even more important than accompanying me to my prenatal checkup? I had to see exactly which “executive” was so desperate to summon him. The moment I said “catch him cheating,” the driver hit the gas and caught up to Lucas’s vehicle. I didn’t know who Lucas was meeting, but my gut told me something was terribly wrong. To my surprise, after several turns, the car stopped at the gates of the Executive Estate. I exhaled in relief. At least it wasn’t a hotel. This area housed luxury residences reserved for top Sterling Corporation executives. Lucas had been assigned a villa here too. Before my first pregnancy, I’d lived here briefly. The neighbors were all pleasant. But now, seeing luxury cars lined up at my front door… I was confused. Was today some important occasion? I approached to investigate, but the security guard stopped me: “Executive Estate. No unauthorized entry.” I froze, then smiled politely. “I just entered a moment ago. I’m Mrs. Lucas—the Head of Security’s wife.” Unexpectedly, the guard looked at me with contempt. “Mr. Lucas’s wife is Miss Selina. And you are? Do some research before you try to impersonate someone.” In an instant, my body went rigid. Selina. That woman Lucas had hired as my living blood bank… I came to my senses and pushed past the guard, my pregnant belly leading the way as I rushed to the villa entrance. Inside the grand hall, I saw a sea of elegant guests—power players and elites, laughing and chatting. My usually reclusive mother-in-law, Martha, was uncharacteristically mingling with the crowd. And my husband, Lucas, was holding a baby in his arms, feeding it a bottle, smiling happily at the delicate woman beside him. That woman was Selina… My heart felt like it was being crushed by an invisible hand. I couldn’t breathe. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. During my first pregnancy, Lucas had worried about my rare blood type causing complications during delivery. He’d searched the entire country to find me a living blood donor. That donor had been a struggling student named Selina. After I gave birth, he said he’d send her away. Out of sympathy, I let Selina stay on as a clerk at Sterling Security. I even had Lucas bring her supplements regularly. But I never imagined Lucas would cheat with her—and that he’d move her into this house. This villa was the home he’d carefully prepared for me after his promotion to Head of Security. But it was far from the hospital, so after I got pregnant again, Lucas insisted we move closer to the city hospital. I never thought it would become their “marital home.” And they’d had a child… “Congratulations, Mr. Lucas! Your wife is so virtuous, and now you have a son. You’re a true winner in life!” “Oh, Selina is so blessed to have found a husband who cherishes her like this. I’m so envious!” One of staff’s wife patted Martha’s hand, fawning over her. Martha’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she looked at Selina, bragging: “My Lucas is the lucky one to have married such a wonderful wife.” Lucas, unbothered by the crowd, leaned close to Selina and whispered something in her ear. Selina blushed and smiled shyly, then raised her glass to the guests: “I was afraid that going public at the company would hurt Lucas’s reputation, so we kept it private. Please don’t mind.” “Today is our son’s 100-day-birthday celebration. Everyone, please drink—consider this our belated wedding toast.” Seeing Selina handle the situation so gracefully, the guests smiled and offered their congratulations. “We wouldn’t dare hold it against the Head of Security’s wife! We just forgot to say congratulations on your marriage!” “I say, why not take this opportunity and have them act as bride and groom again? Let’s see them drink from the unity cup!” Lucas’s security team subordinates chimed in, and the banquet atmosphere reached a fever pitch. Selina bashfully tried to decline, but Lucas pulled her close by the waist and liftedked onto mine standing at the door. He shoved the woman in his arms away violently. Selina shrieked as red wine splashed all over her. “Evelyn…” I wiped the tears from my eyes, my pregnant belly leading the way as I stormed forward and slapped him across the face. “SLAP!” The crisp sound echoed through the hall, plunging the entire room into dead silence. “Lucas!” Selina’s eyes rolled back as she lunged toward him, screaming at me hysterically: “Evelyn! How dare you—” “SLAP!” Another slap. Selina’s face swelled instantly, and she stumbled backward into Lucas’s arms, sobbing pitifully. I shook out my stinging palm. “Ser—” Lucas immediately reacted, shouting at me. “LUCAS!” But my voice was louder. I turned my head, glaring at him with ice-cold fury. “Is THIS your ‘Code Red saboteur’?!”

Lucas was speechless. His mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. The crowd of executives and their families stood frozen, utterly clueless. In the suffocating silence, a baby’s cry suddenly pierced the air, startling everyone. Martha rushed to take the baby and soothe it. Then she immediately turned on me, screaming: “Evelyn! You crazy bitch! You’re already divorced—how dare you come here and harass my son! Get out before you offend someone important and end up in prison!” The Deputy Director’s wife immediately joined in with a harsh rebuke: “Even if you’re Mr. Lucas’s ex-wife, you can’t just assault people!!” Learning my identity, the hall erupted. The crowd began clamoring to have me locked up and taught a lesson. I frowned and grabbed Lucas by the collar, about to demand why I—his lawful wife—had suddenly become his “ex-wife.” But Selina beat me to it, shrinking into Lucas’s arms with tears in her eyes as she looked at me: “Sister Evelyn… Lucas already divorced you. Why are you still clinging to us…?” Her tears flowed freely. “It’s all my fault. I’ll give Lucas back to you, okay…?” Lucas’s expression darkened. Suppressing his rage, he snarled at me: “Evelyn! I’ve told you—I won’t reconcile with you! Stop harassing us!” “Get out while I still have patience! I don’t have time to deal with you!” With a gesture from Lucas, several boygaurds rushed forward to forcibly remove me. As I struggled, I stumbled and crashed into Martha. But the moment I caught sight of the baby’s face in her arms… I was struck by lightning. Because the child Martha was holding—the child supposedly belonging to Selina—was my firstborn son, Theodore, whom I’d labored seven hours to deliver! But my child had died three months ago. Lucas himself had cremated him— Lucas… My breath caught. A searing pain flooded my eyes. That bastard! He’d faked our child’s death just to give him to Selina to raise! “Give me back my child! He’s my Theodore!” My teeth ground together audibly. I snatched the baby from her arms, shoved Martha aside, and gently soothed the crying infant, tears streaming down my face. Selina suddenly panicked. Crying, she rushed forward to snatch the baby back. Her voice trembled: “Evelyn, he’s not your child!” “I know Theodore died, and you were traumatized—you went mad. Even after the divorce, you insisted on clinging to Lucas to have another baby…” “I pitied you for losing your son, so I tolerated everything. But you can’t steal my child!” “Please, let our family go… I’ll divorce Lucas if you want, just give me back my baby!” Hearing this, Lucas’s face twisted in pain. He gripped Selina’s shoulders tightly and shouted: “Selina, I won’t allow it!” “Divorce is out of the question. No one is tearing apart our family of three.” “What about ME?!” I roared, cutting him off. Watching the two of them perform their tragic love scene, I pointed at my swollen pregnant belly and spoke to him word by word: “Lucas, I’m still carrying YOUR child. You cheated on me in front of my face and turned me into your ‘ex-wife.’ Don’t you feel disgusted?!” His throat bobbed. He looked away, unable to meet my eyes. Selina’s tears fell even harder, as if she’d suffered the greatest injustice in the world. She turned to the guests, sobbing: “I’m sorry, everyone. Evelyn is Lucas’s ex-wife. After a difficult birth and losing her child, she went insane.” “Later, she kept begging Lucas for another baby. When he refused, she… she went to thugs and criminals to… to get pregnant…” “Lucas, out of old affection, checked on her from time to time. But now she’s trying to force him to claim another man’s bastard child, and she’s… she’s trying to make us divorce…” This speech ignited the fury of everyone present. The socialites immediately jeered in disgust: “A crazy whore—she’s got both titles covered! Someone get this lunatic out of here!” Cradling the baby in my arms, I let out a cold laugh. I was too angry to even be furious anymore. I looked at Selina, my gaze frozen into ice: “Who’s the whore setting up her chastity arch, Selina? Don’t you know?” “Need I remind you how much you sold each milliliter of your blood for?” “You took thirty million from me, then knelt at my feet, begging for a stable job. Wasn’t that you?” Selina’s face grew paler and paler with each word. But I wasn’t finished. “What, Lucas’s mistress allowance wasn’t enough? So now you’re smashing my rice bowl?” “You, a mistress, insisting on pretending to be the lady of the house—doesn’t your face hurt from the swelling?” Before I could finish, someone violently shoved my pregnant belly, and I stumbled backward.

“YOU’RE the homewrecker destroying my son’s family!” Martha’s shrill scream echoed through the room. My back slammed hard against the wall. My abdomen cramped violently. The baby in my arms was ripped away and handed back to Selina. Immediately, the boyguards erupted in righteous indignation: “That’s right! Everyone at Sterling Security knows Lucas and Selina are a couple!” “If it weren’t for Selina providing intel, how could Lucas have solved so many major cases and gotten promoted so fast?” “You useless ex-wife only ever held Lucas back. YOU should be ashamed!” Providing intel? Solving cases? Getting promoted? Wasn’t that all MY work for Lucas? He didn’t just steal my identity—he handed all my accomplishments to Selina. To make her look good. Why?! “Exactly! Even if you’re mentally ill, destroying a marriage is still illegal!” “You shameless slut, stop pretending to be Mrs. Lucas and dirtying our eyes! Mr. Lucas is merciful—if it were me, I’d have already…” The vicious insults continued relentlessly. And throughout this nightmare, I looked at the man standing off to the side, completely detached, looking down at me from his high perch. “Lucas.” My voice was weak. “You tell them… How exactly did you become Head of Security?” Lucas’s fingers clenched suddenly. He turned his head and looked at me coldly, a rare flash of hatred in his usually indifferent eyes. I laughed. “You said the frontline was too dangerous, that you didn’t want to risk your life. You wanted to stay in the safe zones. I agreed.” “After we got engaged, you said your rank was too low, that you weren’t worthy of me. So I begged my father.” “You said the cases were too complex, too hard to solve. I worked myself to exhaustion providing you with leads. And now you—” “ENOUGH!” Lucas roared. He strode forward and grabbed me by the throat, his eyes bloodshot and savage, screaming in my face: “You’re lying! Everything I have, I earned myself! What does it have to do with a useless woman like you?!” My throat burned. The suffocating pressure made my vision go black. My face turned purple from the blood rushing to my head. But seeing my conviction, Lucas was suddenly enraged beyond reason. The executives and socialites seemed to glimpse something. They began whispering amongst themselves. Seeing this, a dark gleam flashed in Selina’s eyes. Holding the baby, she suddenly dropped to her knees before me, crying tragically: “Evelyn, I’ve tolerated your delusional ramblings before.” “But on an occasion like this, if you spread lies, you’ll ruin Lucas’s future!” “I’m begging you. I’ll kowtow to you. Please stop this madness… please…” She crawled forward on her knees, clutching at my pant leg, about to slam her head against the floor. Lucas’s eyes widened in alarm. The hand strangling my throat released. He crouched down to help her up. But in the next second, Selina grabbed my leg and flung herself backward. At the same time, she screamed: “AHH! Sister Evelyn, just kick me to death!” Before I could react, Lucas’s hysterical slap came crashing down: “Evelyn! You ungrateful bitch!” My right cheek exploded in pain. I raised my hand to strike back, but Martha kicked me hard in the lower back. The moment I hit the ground, my stomach erupted in bone-deep agony. Bright red blood poured from between my legs. Within seconds, I was sitting in a pool of blood. I collapsed in the crimson puddle, my entire body wracked with unbearable pain, as if I were being torn apart. “My stomach… Lucas… it hurts…” Tears of blood streamed from my eyes. I reached out to him for help. But Martha’s foot came down hard on my hand, crushing my bones: “Bitch! Stop faking! My son won’t be threatened by you!” Tears blurred my vision. My lips trembled. “Lucas… I’m not faking… please… take me to the hospital…” But Lucas didn’t even turn to look at me. He only carefully protected Selina, his voice cold and ruthless: “Enough! Evelyn, stop pretending. Apologize to Selina!” “Always using the baby as a weapon—do you think I’ll believe you?!” As he spoke, Lucas turned back in fury. But the moment he saw the pool of blood beneath me… His disgust crumbled. A flicker of fear appeared in his eyes. Lucas knew my identity. He couldn’t just stand by and watch. I locked eyes with his panicked gaze. Gritting my teeth through the pain tearing through my insides, I snarled at him: “Lucas! If anything happens to the baby in my stomach! You—the biological father—” “Will be the one who killed him!” “My father, my brother—they’ll make your entire family pay with their lives! NOW! Take me to the hospital!”

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To celebrate my daughter entering Parsons School of Design, I had ordered her dream car—a custom Ferrari in ice-white with rose-gold accents. But when I arrived at the dealership to pick it up, they told me my wife had already taken it. I pulled out my phone and there it was: My wife’s assistant Gavin’s Instagram story. The photo showed my custom Ferrari, gleaming in front of his townhouse. Caption: “So grateful to my daughter’s godmother for this incredible graduation gift. Bella is over the moon!” Victoria had commented underneath: “Seeing you two so happy is all that matters to me.” I laughed—a bitter, cold laugh. What a masterclass in taking credit for someone else’s gift. I took a screenshot and posted it to my own Instagram: “New policy in my wife’s company: Any employee whose child gets into college, comment and Mrs. Swan will gift them a Ferrari.” The second I hit “post,” Victoria’s call came through. I thought—hoped, even—that she’d apologize. Return the car. Let this blow over. Instead, she was angry. “Ethan, are you trying to embarrass me?” “It’s just a car. Buy Lily another one and move on.” “I don’t have time for this. I’m in the middle of a board meeting. Delete the post. Now.” She hung up before I could say a word. I stared at the phone in disbelief. She had no intention of returning the car. What kind of mother gives her own daughter’s gift to someone else’s child? I was still standing there, chest tight with frustration, when I heard light footsteps on the stairs. “Dad! We should get going—I need to pick up my dress for the gala!” Lily’s eyes were bright with excitement. She’d spent weeks designing that gown herself, pouring her heart into every sketch, every stitch. It meant everything to her. I looked at her eager face and swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat. “Let’s go see what my little designer created,” I said, forcing a smile. I couldn’t let Victoria’s cruelty ruin this moment for her. The car could wait. I’d figure something out. On the drive over, Lily chattered nonstop about how she’d pose in the Ferrari once it arrived, wearing the dress she designed. I wanted to tell her. I tried, multiple times. But every time I opened my mouth, I saw that hopeful look in her eyes and the words died in my throat. We parked in front of the atelier. And there it was. The custom Ferrari—Lily’s Ferrari—parked in the most prominent spot outside the boutique. “Wow, Dad, look at that!” Lily pointed, her face lighting up. “It’s so cool. I can’t wait until mine gets here.” My throat tightened. I couldn’t speak. That is yours, I wanted to say. Your mother gave it away. “Yeah… pretty cool,” I managed. “Come on. Let’s get your dress.” But the moment we stepped inside, we both froze. Victoria was there. So was Gavin—her assistant—and his daughter Bella. The three of them were clustered around one of the shop attendants, and the atmosphere was tense. Bella was pointing at something behind the glass display case. At Lily’s dress. “I want that one,” Bella whined, tugging on Victoria’s arm. “It’s a hundred times prettier than anything else here. Aunt Swan, I need it.” Victoria smiled indulgently, turning to the attendant with a look of casual entitlement. “You see how much she loves it. Let’s work something out. Money isn’t an issue.” She said it so casually, as if she were buying a handbag off the rack—not trying to buy someone else’s custom-designed couture gown. Gavin chimed in immediately, his voice dripping with false politeness. “Exactly. Ms. Swan has been more than generous. I’m sure we can come to an arrangement. My daughter adores this piece. We’re happy to compensate the original client—double, even. For the Swan Group, money is hardly a concern.” The attendant—Claire—looked like she wanted to disappear. She was sweating, clearly caught between a major client and a breach of contract. “Mrs. Swan, I’m so sorry, but this gown… it’s not part of our ready-to-wear collection. It was designed entirely by a client and commissioned exclusively for her. It’s one-of-a-kind. The contract explicitly states that ownership is non-transferable. We legally cannot—” “Non-transferable?” Bella cut her off with a huff. “It’s just a dress. Who cares who designed it? I want it, and Aunt Swan said I could have whatever I want.” She reached for the display case. “Don’t touch that.” My voice cut through the room like a blade.

Everyone froze. Bella’s hand hovered in mid-air. Slowly, I turned my gaze to Victoria. “Victoria. That dress was designed by our daughter. She spent a month working on it. Every detail. Every line. And you want to take it away from her… for his kid?” Victoria’s face flushed. For a moment, she looked almost embarrassed. Then her expression hardened. “Ethan, stop making a scene,” she hissed. “It’s a dress. Bella loves it. Lily can design another one—or pick something else from the boutique. She’s talented. It won’t take her long. Why are you being so difficult?” Lily’s eyes filled with tears. She stared at her mother in disbelief. “Being… understanding?” I repeated slowly, my voice dangerously quiet. “You think being understanding means giving away everything that’s hers?” Victoria opened her mouth, but no words came out. For once, she seemed to realize how insane she sounded. Gavin stepped forward with an oily smile. “Mr. Hawthorne, please. Let’s not escalate this. It’s my fault—I didn’t raise Bella properly. She’s just a kid. She doesn’t understand.” He turned to Bella with a theatrical sigh. “Bella, apologize to Uncle Ethan and Lily right now. You can’t just take something that someone else designed. That’s their hard work. Do we really deserve to wear something so special?” It was a performance. Every word was carefully chosen to paint us as the unreasonable ones. As bullies. Bella caught on immediately. Her face crumpled. Tears welled up in her eyes on cue. “I’m sorry, Lily,” she whimpered. “I didn’t know you designed it. I just thought it was so pretty… Aunt Swan always says I can tell her what I like. I didn’t mean to…” She sniffled dramatically. “I know I’m just… nobody. My family isn’t like yours. I should know my place. I’m so sorry. I’ll never ask for anything pretty again…” She dissolved into sobs. I had to hand it to them—they were good. Father and daughter, working in perfect tandem. One playing the villain, the other the victim. Victoria’s face darkened. She glanced at Bella, who was now crying into her hands. She looked around the boutique, eyes landing on the most expensive gown in the gallery—a showpiece, price tag in the six figures. “Wrap that one,” she said coldly, pointing. “For Miss Bella.” Claire blinked. “Mrs. Swan, that’s our signature piece. It’s—” “I know what it is,” Victoria interrupted. “How much to have it altered to Bella’s measurements within three days?” Claire hesitated. “The alterations alone would be—” “I’ll pay an extra hundred thousand for the rush order,” Victoria said flatly, pulling out her black card. “Just get it done.” “A hundred thousand?!” Even Claire couldn’t hide her shock. Gavin’s face lit up like Christmas morning. He practically bowed. “Mrs. Swan, you’re too kind. This is far too generous—” “It’s nothing,” Victoria said coolly, signing the receipt. She turned to Bella, her expression softening. “You like it, sweetheart?” Bella’s tears vanished instantly. She threw her arms around Victoria. “Thank you, Aunt Swan! You’re the best! I knew you loved me the most!” Victoria smiled and patted her hand. “Of course I do. If you love it, that’s all that matters.” She swiped her card, grabbed her receipt, and walked toward the exit. She didn’t look at Lily. Not even once. Outside, I watched through the glass as they climbed into the Ferrari—Lily’s Ferrari. Gavin opened the passenger door for Victoria. Bella bounced into the back seat, grinning like she’d won the lottery. The engine roared to life, and they drove away. Lily stood beside me, holding the garment bag with her dress inside. She stared at the taillights disappearing down the street. Her voice was small. Fragile. “Dad… I don’t think I like that car anymore.” I looked down at her and smiled. “Then we’ll get you a better one. Something cooler. I promise you’ll have it before the gala.” She nodded quietly, but her eyes were still wet. I pulled every string I had. Called in favors. Paid triple for an emergency shipment. By the night of Lily’s gala, I had a brand-new Lamborghini Urus in frost pink delivered to the house—keys in hand, title in Lily’s name. Her face lit up when she saw it. For a moment, the hurt was gone. “Dad… this is insane.” “You deserve it, Lily. And a whole lot more.”

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The day they dragged me back to SilverCrest Pack House, I learned I was supposed to be royalty. Born with Alpha blood. Stolen at birth. Raised in the gutter by Rogues. I expected claws and teeth when I crossed the threshold. Violence. Rejection. Instead, my biological parents—Alpha Matthias and his Luna Vivienne—went still as corpses when they saw me. Their eyes turned wet and red-rimmed. They claimed me in front of the entire pack, their voices breaking over the words. Even she was kind. Seraphina, The Beta-born wolf they’d raised as their daughter for seventeen years. The one who’d lived my life. She called me “sister” with that honey-sweet voice. Taught me which fork to use at formal pack dinners. Showed me how to curtsy before visiting Alphas. I wanted to claw her perfect face off. But I smiled instead. Tried to play along. It didn’t work. Every time I knocked over a wine glass or stepped on my dress hem during training, I heard the Omegas snickering. Saw the warriors exchange glances. “Look at the Rogue trash trying to act civilized.” “She’ll never be one of us.” Poor Alpha Matthias, stuck with that as his bloodline. One day, I snapped. My claws came out. I backhanded a servant so hard she hit the marble floor, blood streaming from her split lip. My mother’s—Luna Vivienne’s—scent turned from roses to thorns. “What do you want from us?” Her wolf was close to the surface, amber bleeding into her eyes. My voice shook. My wolf howled inside my skull. “You compare me to her every single day! You all whisper that I’m crude, feral, not fit to be seen in polite company!” I pointed at Seraphina, who stood frozen by the grand staircase. “She stole seventeen years of my life! She’s been living as a Princess while I ate garbage and got beaten by Rogues! And now you expect me to be the family joke?” I looked between my parents. My Alpha father, towering and silver-haired. My Luna mother, beautiful and cold as winter. “This pack house isn’t big enough for both of us.” Alpha Matthias’s jaw worked. His command voice was absent, just exhaustion. “This isn’t Seraphina’s fault—” “Then whose fault is it?” I snarled. “Mine for being born?” “Choose,” I said, my wolf rising in my throat. “Her or me.” — Silence. Heavy as stone. “Lyra…” My mother reached for me. I jerked away so violently I nearly shifted. “Don’t touch me!” That’s when my father’s patience shattered. His hand connected with my face—an Alpha’s strength behind it. No holding back. I staggered, tasted copper. My cheek bone cracked. My composure cracked. Seventeen years of rage and pain came flooding up. I swept my arm across the antique tea service. Porcelain exploded against the floor. “Everything good in this pack goes to her first! I get her leftovers—the things she doesn’t want! Because you think I’m too stupid to know the difference!” Last month, they’d given me fabric for a dress. Omega-made, simple blue cloth. I’d been pathetically grateful. Then I’d overheard two servants in the garden. “Did you see how excited the little Rogue got over that fabric?” “She doesn’t know any better. It’s what Lady Seraphina rejected last week. Not even good enough for the Omega seamstresses.” The memory burned. “I’m the real Alpha’s daughter,” I choked out. “But I’m just here to make her look better by comparison, aren’t I?” “Lyra, enough!” My mother’s wolf was fully present now, her power washing over the room. “The servants talk too much. We’ll punish them. You want better things? Tell me. I’ll give you anything.” My father tried to sound reasonable. His Alpha tone was forced calm. “Go to the vault. Take what you want. Why destroy the peace of this house over servants’ gossip?” Seraphina—silent until now—stepped forward. Tears glittered in her violet eyes. “I didn’t know… Sister, if you want anything of mine, please take it. It’s all yours.” She reached for my hand, her touch gentle. I slapped it away. “I don’t want your scraps.” My wolf was in my voice now, making it deeper. Rougher. “Everything here should’ve been mine. You lived my life. Stole my parents. Took my destiny.” I met her eyes. Hers were wet. Mine were dry as bone. “I want you gone. Out of SilverCrest Pack. Forever.” The words echoed in the great hall. Seraphina went pale as death. Swayed on her feet. My mother pulled her close, held her like something precious. Her eyes on me were full of disappointment. They loved her. Not me. I looked around at the assembled pack members. Warriors, Omegas, Betas. All watching me like I was the villain in this story. Maybe I was. I laughed—sharp and bitter. Then I ran. Straight for the pack’s sacred well in the courtyard. The one that connected to the underground springs. Deep enough to drown in. I didn’t hesitate. Just vaulted over the stone rim.

Hands grabbed me mid-leap. Pack warriors hauled me back from the edge, their grips bruising even through my struggling. “Let me go!” I thrashed, kicked, bit. “This house—her or me! HER OR ME!” My mother wrenched me from the guards. Crushed me against her chest. Her scent was wrong. Too floral. Not the milk-and-warmth smell I’d imagined my whole childhood. “My Lyra,” she gasped. “Please. Calm down. Don’t do this—” I couldn’t hear her over the roaring in my head. Then Seraphina was there. Tugging at my mother’s sleeve with delicate fingers. “Luna Vivienne…” Her voice broke. “Don’t torture yourself.” She smiled, but it looked like dying. “I’ll leave. I’ll go.” The world stopped. I stopped fighting. Stared at her. She stared back. Her eyes held sadness, resignation, and something that looked like pity. “Sister, this is my fault. All of it. I… I took your place for seventeen years. I don’t blame you for hating me.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I’ll go. Just promise me you’ll stop hurting yourself. Stop making Alpha Matthias and Luna Vivienne suffer. Please.” The sincerity in her tone made me feel like a monster. Like I was the one who’d done something wrong. My father exhaled slowly. Didn’t argue. Seraphina bowed to me—a full submission, neck bared. Then she walked to her chambers to pack. — She left the next morning. No ceremony. Just a small carriage and two servants. I watched from my window as she disappeared down the forest road. Did I win? I moved into her rooms that afternoon. Had the servants throw out everything that smelled like her—lavender and honey. Replaced it with my own things. The Rogues who’d raised me taught me one thing: take what you can, when you can. So I took. I also had the two gossipping servants whipped. Twenty lashes each. Then I sold their families to a lumber camp on the northern border. The message was clear: Disrespect me, and you disappear. The pack went quiet after that. No one dared whisper when I passed. But my parents… they grew colder. Conversations died when I entered rooms. My father’s eyes slid past me at dinner. My mother’s smiles became plastic. I told myself I just needed to try harder. So I did. I trained until my muscles screamed. Studied pack law until my eyes bled. Learned the formal ceremonies, the ancient rites, the proper way to address visiting Alphas. I convinced myself that if I just became good enough, they’d love me the way they loved her. The slap came at a gathering of highborn pack daughters. I’d dressed carefully. Practiced my posture. Smiled at the right times. One of them—a Delta’s daughter named Clarissa—examined me like I was a stain. “So you’re the one who drove Seraphina out of SilverCrest Pack.” Her lips curved. “The ‘true’ Alpha daughter.” My spine went rigid. “She left willingly.” Clarissa laughed. Cold as winter. “The whole territory knows the truth. Alpha Matthias brought home a feral Rogue who made his life hell. You bullied the sweet, refined girl he’d raised and forced her out.” Her words were claws in my gut. “You’re the embarrassment,” she continued. “Highborn packs value breeding and education over bloodline. Seraphina was perfect—a credit to Carter. You?” She let the question hang. “You’re just a mistake.” I was shaking. My wolf wanted blood. Clarissa leaned close. Whispered like she was sharing a secret. “You think they just… let her go? Alpha Matthias arranged everything. Bought her a house. Set up a trust fund.” She paused for effect. “This morning, he went to the High Council. Secured her a mate bond with the Heir Apparent. Alpha Heir Rowan himself.” My world tilted. “So enjoy being the ‘real’ daughter,” Clarissa said sweetly. “While Seraphina becomes the future Alpha Queen.”

Finding her new residence was easy. I stood across the street, hood pulled low, and watched a luxury car pull up. Midnight black, council plates. The man who stepped out radiated power. Alpha Heir Rowan. Tall, golden-haired, perfect. My parents emerged from Seraphina’s new townhouse—paid for with Carter money—wearing smiles I’d never seen before. Genuine joy. “Our greatest worry, finally resolved.” My father’s voice carried on the wind. “Alpha Heir Rowan is honorable,” my mother agreed. “Seraphina’s future is secure now. She deserves this happiness after everything.” She squeezed Seraphina’s hand. “My darling girl, if anyone in the High Council mistreats you, you tell us immediately. SilverCrest Pack will always be your home. We are always your family.” Seraphina’s voice was thick with tears. “Father… Mother… I’ll miss you so much.” “We’re not far, sweet one. You can visit whenever you wish.” The scene was a portrait of familial love. It made me want to vomit. They were closing the gate when I stepped into the light. All three froze. Their smiles died. I pulled back my hood. “Alpha Queen,” I said. Voice flat. “Quite the promotion.” My father’s expression hardened. My mother opened her mouth. I cut her off. “I specifically said she needed to leave. I specifically forbade you from contact.” My laugh was sharp enough to draw blood. “But I guess Alpha commands only apply to servants. Not to you.” “Lyra!” My mother’s wolf flashed gold in her eyes. “You’re being unreasonable!” She pulled Seraphina behind her like I was a threat. “She was raised in luxury. The High Council is brutal. How could we send her to suffer there?” I stared at her. “Mother.” The word felt foreign. “Let me clarify something.” My wolf rose in my chest. “I came from the brutal place. The one where Rogues beat children for fun. Where I ate rats to survive. Where I have scars on my back from being whipped with silver chains.” My voice dropped to a whisper. “If I could survive that hell, why can’t precious Seraphina handle the council?” I’d lived seventeen years in filth. Been starved, beaten, degraded. The male Rogue who’d taken me had gambled away food money. Beat me unconscious when drunk. The female Rogue had worked me like a slave. Called me worthless. Reminded me daily I was nothing. No dignity. No safety. No love. And now my birth parents pitied her for having to face politics. Tears—angry, bitter tears—burned down my face. “I survived alone. No one cared. No one helped. But she has to go where she belongs, and suddenly you’re heartbroken?” I’d known they wouldn’t actually send her back to the Rogues. But some pathetic part of me hoped they’d at least pretend. Hide her away. Make an effort. Instead, they flaunted their love for her. Didn’t even try to hide it. My mother looked stricken. “Lyra… I’m sorry… Those seventeen years… I thought of you every day. But I couldn’t find you—” “But I’m HERE now!” My wolf’s howl leaked into my voice. “The past is the past—isn’t that what you always say? So why can’t you move forward?” I pointed at the townhouse. At the expensive furniture visible through the windows. “You set her up perfectly. New house. Trust fund. A mate bond with the Heir Apparent.” My voice cracked. “While I’m just the family scandal. The feral bitch who doesn’t know her place.” A crowd was gathering. Wolves from neighboring packs, watching the spectacle. My father’s face flushed with fury. The Alpha didn’t tolerate public scenes. “Enough,” he snarled. Command voice activated. “You’ve embarrassed this family enough.” He turned to his Beta guards. “Take her home. She’s confined to pack lands until I say otherwise.” They grabbed my arms. Dragged me away while the crowd whispered. Disgraceful. Poor Alpha Matthias. That Rogue girl is out of control. — Back at SilverCrest Pack’s territory my attendant—an old Omega named Martha—looked at me with something like pity. “Young Alpha…” She sighed. “Why do this to yourself?” I didn’t answer. Just stared at my reflection in the dark window. Martha’s voice was soft. Knowing. “Lady Seraphina was raised by the Alpha and Luna for seventeen years. That bond… it doesn’t just vanish because of bloodline.” She moved closer. “You fighting them only makes them see you as the problem. If you want what’s yours, you need to be smarter. Take what you can actually hold, not what you wish they’d give you.” Her words were ice water on my rage. She was right. I couldn’t force them to love me. But I could force them to give me what I deserved.

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To control my father and brother’s power, the Alpha King forced me into an arranged mating with his son, Kael , a wolf I’d never even met. On our mating day, Kael’s mistress, an omega named Ivy blocked my procession. “Do you think you can steal someone’s mate just because your family’s power?” “Kael and I already pledged ourselves to each other. If the Iron-Claw Pack hadn’t used their power, I would be his mate.” “If you have any shame, reject this bond yourself. Don’t take what’s mine.” My brother snarled. “If my sister doesn’t want this union, no one can force her.” I looked at all the gifts the Alpha King sent and smiled. “Brother, I have the Iron-Claw Pack’s forty thousand warriors behind me. Who could possibly make me suffer?” “As long as I don’t suffer, they’re the ones who will.” After all, my father is the Alpha of Iron-Claw pack, the strongest pack in existence. Anyone who wants to bully me better check if our pack allows it first. “You stole my mate. How can you enter the Royal Palace without any guilt?” On my mating ceremony, someone blocked my path. Through the veil, I saw Ivy, an omega. Ivy’s eyes filled with tears as she cried loudly, “Can the Iron-Claw Pack abuse their power like this and steal someone’s mate?” “If not for you, Kael was supposed to choose me.” The wolves gathered to watch the ceremony whispered among themselves: “What’s happening?” “You don’t know? Prince Kael’s love for that omega isn’t a secret. The Queen Luna just thinks she is too weak and won’t let her son take her as mate.” Kael shifted from his wolf form and helped Ivy to her feet. “Why torture yourself? I told you I’d give you a position eventually.” Ivy’s eyes filled with tears as she shook her head. “Once your mate enters the territory, pack matters are her domain.” Then she dropped to her knees before me, baring her neck. “Omega Ivy begs you for mercy. Let me and Kael be together. ” “I don’t need a status. I just want to be with the one I love, until we’re old and gray.” Kael’s eyes turned red. He clenched his jaw and looked toward me in the ceremonial procession. “Freya…” Ha. Just a breeder. I spoke clearly. “Miss Ivy is clearly devoted to the Prince. Elder, let her be Prince Kael’s breeder.” The watching wolves erupted. “The Mrs. Freya is so generous, not even angry about this disruption.” “Just a breeder acting so bold.” “She’s shameless, blocking a mating ceremony in public.” Under everyone’s commentary, my grand ceremonial procession entered the Royal Palace with a smaller procession following behind. At my signal, my people spread word throughout the realm about how Ivy blocked the my mating ceremony and demanded to marry Prince Kael. On our first night, Kael entered the chamber and removed my veil. We drank the ceremonial wine. He looked at me. “Ivy was reckless today and disrespected you, but don’t worry. She’s always been gentle and won’t compete with you.” Before he finished speaking, crying echoed from outside. “Prince, Ivy is kneeling outside. She says she wants to apologize to the Mrs. Freya for blocking the ceremony today. She wants to come in and offer her submission.” Kael didn’t even set down his cup—it crashed to the floor. He rushed outside. “Ivy, it’s freezing. What are you doing? Your are still fragile. Someone help her back to her quarters.” I stood and walked to the doorway. Ivy gently pushed Kael away, looking at me with tear-filled eyes. “Mrs. Freya, today was my fault. I disrupted the mating ceremony. Please punish me.” The maid beside her wiped her tears. “Please show mercy, Mrs. Freya. Ivy is weak. She’s been kneeling here since you entered the room. Her body can’t take this.” Kael looked pained and turned to me with displeasure. “Freya, Ivy is begging you. Since you allowed her to be my breeder, you should be more generous. It’s snowing. Making her kneel like this—are you trying to kill her?” “How can my mate be so cruel?” I scoffed. “I heard Prince Kael loves Omega Ivy. Clearly it’s true. Today she blocked my ceremony, and I haven’t punished her yet. Now she’s already causing chaos on our mating night, crying and wailing.” “Is this what you call gentle and well-behaved?” Ivy’s face went pale. The next second, she clutched her chest and collapsed into Kael’s arms. “Prince, I didn’t mean to. I just…” Before finishing, she fainted against his chest. The courtyard erupted into chaos. “Quick, call the healer!” Kael carried her straight to her quarters. In moments, everyone who’d gathered disappeared. My maid gritted her teeth. “Mrs. Freya, that omega did this on purpose.” I smiled. Of course she did. Tonight Kael was supposed to mark me. How could she accept that? Without some tricks, how could she lure him away? The oldest trick in the book, but with a lovesick fool like Kael, it worked perfectly. The ceremonial candles burned out. Kael never returned. But I heard water was called to Ivy’s quarters three times that night. I smiled and picked up the knife from the table, cutting my wrist. Blood sprayed onto the white mating cloth. The servants shrieked. The elder wrapped my wrist with tears in her eyes. “Mrs. Freya, why do this to yourself?” I looked at the cloth with disgust. “When the Queen Luna’s personal servant comes to collect the mating cloth, give her this.” With this much blood, they would understand exactly what happened.

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On my mating ceremony with Alpha Prince Kael, his childhood sweetheart, Tessa, slipped wolfsbane barren-draft into my wine. When she was caught, she only whimpered, “I was just playing a joke, kael. I didn’t know Elena would actually drink it.” She dropped to her knees, baring her neck further in submission. “I’ll make it up to Elena. Let me be kael’s personal breeder. Every pup I bear will be raised by Elena.” Kael stared at me like I was the problem. “Elena, you’re my chosen mate. You should be gracious. Now you don’t even need to endure pregnancy. Tessa will bear the heirs for you. What more could you want?” From that day forward, I became the barren mate. Tessa lived in Alpha Kael ‘s room, warming his bed whenever he needed an heir. She bore him two sons and two daughters while my womb stayed empty and cold. Soon, the entire pack knew of Tessa, Kael’s precious breeder. No one remembered me, Kael’s true mate at all. I withered away in the back quarters. My inner wolf stopped answering when I called. On my deathbed, Kael and Tessa stood over me, a cup of poison in their hands. Tessa’s lips curved into a smirk. “Elena, you’ve held the title long enough, haven’t you? If we didn’t need your father’s power to put Kael on the throne, why would we let you keep breathing?” Kael’s eyes held nothing. “Elena, tomorrow I will be the Alpha King of the Moon Pack. My Luna can only be Tessa. If you stay alive, what will happen to her?” They forced the poison down my throat. I died the day Kael was crowned to the Alpha King. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my mating ceremony. “Prince kael and his bride, please drink the wine together!” The elder’s voice rang through the room. I stared at the wine cups before me. That Tessa was so impatient. She hadn’t even wiped the powder from the rim. My wolf, Lily, snarled, but I kept my face impassive. I subtly lifted Kael’s cup and pushed mine toward him. “May I exchange cups with you, Alpha Prince Kael?” I kept my eyes down, let my voice shake just enough. “I heard that sharing each other’s cup brings a lifetime bond.” The elder clapped. “Great! You in me, me in you—An eternal bond!” Kael lifted the cup. We drank, arms intertwined. The pack members erupted in cheers and howls. But before the cup even touched the table, the door burst open. “Oh my! Did you already finish the ceremonial wine?” Tessa. Her dress was cut low, breasts pushed up. Her eyes went wide when she saw my empty cup. Tears instantly welling in her eyes. She spun to Kael, her voice breaking. “Prince Kael, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean it. I just wanted to prank Elena a little! You know how human traditions have wedding games? I thought it would be funny to put something in her wine.” I let out a gasp, my face turning pale. “Who are you? What did you put in my wine?” The guests murmured amongst themselves. Someone stepped forward. “Miss Tessa, even if you grew up with the Prince Kael, he’s mating today. How could you joke about poisoning his bride?” “This is their mating night!” Kael stood. Moved in front of Tessa like a shield. He frowned at me. “Elena, this is Tessa. My nanny’s daughter. We were raised together. She’s spirited. Don’t take it to heart..” Then he turned to her, stern but soft. “What are you doing here? I told you not to cause trouble today. How could you make such a joke?” I didn’t look at them. Kept my voice flat. “Miss Tessa. Tell me exactly what you put in my wine. Now.” My handmaiden jerked to attention. “Someone fetch the Healer!” Tessa clutched Kael’s sleeve, sobbing. “kael, I swear I didn’t mean any harm! On my way here, I passed an apothecary and saw them selling wolfsbane barren-draft. I thought it looked interesting so I bought some.” “I was going to stop Elena before she drank it. I just want to scare her a little so she’d be more obedient to you. But I tripped outside and came in too late! I didn’t think she’d actually drink it!” I gripped the table edge. Sank into a chair. “Wolfsbane barren-draft? That wine was blessed by the Alpha King himself, and you dared poison it? Guards, take her!” Tessa shrieked. Threw herself into Kael’s arms. “kael, please! I didn’t mean it! And… and we don’t even know if the poison is real! What if it’s fake?” Her voice sharpened. “Would she really have me killed over some mystey powder that might not even work?” Kael wrapped his arms around her. His gaze hardened on me. “Elena. Tessa’s young. She only meant it as a joke. She never intended it to go this far.” “Don’t worry. You’re my mate, chosen by the Alpha King himself. Even if you drank the poison and can’t bear pups, I’ll never abandon you. You will be my mate forever.” Tessa’s eyes shimmered. She dropped to her knees. Thud. “It’s all my fault! I’m so sorry, Elena! But it’s too late now.” She pressed her forehead to the floor. “If Elena drank the poison and can’t have pups, then… then I’ll be Prince Kael’s personal breeder. Any pup I bear will be raised as hers, to make up for my mistake.” Lily laughed bitterly. The exact same script as my past life. But this time, I wouldn’t be fool enough to fall for it. I let my voice cut. “You tried to destroy my ability to bear heirs—that’s treason against the Royal bloodline. That’s a death sentence. How dare you?”

Kael pulled Tessa to her feet. He frowned at me. “Enough. Tessa admitted her mistake. She didn’t mean it. Today is our mating ceremony. Are you really going to execute her over some mystery poison?” “You’re going to be a Future Luna. You need to show grace. Acting like this—how can you hold that position?” He spoke like I was being unreasonable. I stared at him. In my past life, he said the same things. That I had no grace. That I was petty. Back then, I swallowed it. Thought I was being mature. That’s exactly what they wanted. And I paid for it with my life. “He hasn’t changed,” my wolf said flatly. “He was always like this.” I know. I clenched my fists. “Poisoning the Future Luna—you think letting her go is fair to me? A nanny’s daughter drugs me at my own ceremony, and you expect the my family to accept that?” Kael’s face hardened. “What’s done is done. What do you want? Kill her? She didn’t mean it.” The commotion had spread. Guests were talking outside. The Luna Queen’s attendant entered. “Elena, the Luna Queen says this matter is serious. Miss Tessa will be punished. But today is your mating ceremony. Making this bigger would shame the Royal Family.” Right. It only hurts when the needle’s in your own flesh. I looked up at Kael. “Kael, you really think poisoning someone is a small matter?” Kael was busy comforting Tessa. He waved his hand at me. “Fine. Tessa apologized. She’ll stay in her rooms for three days as punishment. No more trouble.” Three days confinement. That’s the punishment for poisoning a prince’s mate. I almost laughed. Good thing this time, I’m not the one who drank it. Some of the female guests looked uncomfortable. One whispered, “Elena, maybe we should call the Healer? Just to check?” “Yes, maybe it doesn’t work?” Tessa immediately protested. “No! Calling a Healer on the Prince’s mating day? That’s bad luck.” Kael smiled. “Tessa’s right. We can call the Healer tomorrow. No rush.” My handmaiden’s voice shook with anger. “Prince Kael, Elena is your chosen mate! She’s been poisoned and you won’t even call a Healer until tomorrow?” “Miss, let me send word to the Beta Commander Barry. Let him deal with this.” I looked at Kael again. “You really won’t hold Tessa accountable?” Kael flicked his sleeve. “I told you. Tessa was joking. It went too far, but she said she’ll bear children for you to raise. What more do you want?” “You keep making a scene over one cup of wine. You’re ruining our mating ceremony. If you don’t want to be my mate, someone else will. Someone who isn’t this petty and childish.” I smiled. I touched the cup lightly. Looked at him. “Petty? I’m doing this for you, Kael.” I spoke slowly. Clearly. “Because the person who drank my cup was you.” The words dropped like a bomb. Kael’s face went pale. “What are you talking about?” I pointed at the cup in front of him. White powder still clung to the rim. “During the ceremony, we exchanged cups. Remember? For eternal bond?” I tilted my head. “I drank from your cup. You drank from mine.” “The one Tessa poisoned.” Tessa stared at me. Then at the cups. She grabbed his cup. “You… you drank this one?” Kael couldn’t speak. Tessa screamed. Pointed at me. “You! You evil bitch! That cup was meant for you! Why did you give it to kael? You did this on purpose!” “She’s panicking,” my wolf observed. “Good.” Yes. That poison was meant for me. In my past life, I drank it. Lost my fertility. Lived the rest of my life in misery while they played happy family. My father and brother died for Kael. And in the end, he poisoned me too. In my past life, his words still echo. “Elena, you’re the Future Luna. You should be gracious. You don’t need to bear children.Tessa will do it for you. What more could you want?”

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