The Old Alpha Nathan of the Moon Eclipse Pack announced: Whoever gives birth to the Alpha family’s first heir—my sister or me—will inherit the Hunter Group’s billion-dollar fortune and ascend as Luna. In our previous life, my sister and I were offered to our Alpha’s family as Breeders, destined to produce their first heir. Under our parents’ arrangement, my sister, Jocelyn Foster, married the physically strong Hector Hunter, the second grandson of Nathan. I was given to Oliver Hunter, the first grandson of the Alpha, who was wheelchair-bound with a gloomy personality. A year later, Oliver regained the use of his legs, and I became pregnant with the first heir of the Pack. Jocelyn suffered abuse from Hector, lost her mind, and became the laughingstock of the entire pack. On the day I went into labor, she stabbed my belly with a knife, then embraced me as we fell from a high-rise. But the Moon Goddess wasn’t done with us—she gave us both a second chance. In this new life, Jocelyn snatched the golden bouquet Oliver had sent. “I want to marry Oliver!” **** “Jocelyn! How could you take Yvonne’s bouquet?” Jocelyn had just taken hold of the extravagant golden bouquet when father’s scolding froze her in place. Without hesitation, he grabbed the bouquet from her hands and placed it into mine instead. “Yvonne, you’ve always worked hard, and your wolf is strong. Though Oliver has a disability, at least his reputation is good.” Then, he turned and stroked Jocelyn’s head affectionately. “Jocelyn, be good, with your fragile health, marrying Hector is the best option.” As I stared at the golden bouquet and the wedding gown, I dug my nails into my palm until I felt pain. Only then did I realize—I had been reborn. My wolf Aria was furious the moment she sensed father’s blatant favoritism. She paced restlessly inside me, snarling and clawing to break free, desperate to confront him, to demand fairness. But I held her back, gently soothing her rage. “Calm down, Aria, now wasn’t the time.” In my previous life, following my parents’ wishes, I let the frail Jocelyn marry the physically robust Hector. However, the outcome was Jocelyn, seemingly insane, bursting into my delivery room with a knife, screaming, “Why are you the one to bear the Hunter family’s first heir while I’m cast out as a Rogue?!”” “It’s not fair!” Blood poured from my wounds as she dragged me off the high-rise, Jocelyn’s voice still echoed in my ears. “Yvonne, you were born to be beneath my feet.” Now, in this life, Jocelyn snatched the golden bouquet back once again, fingering the gold-threaded petals with a smirk. “Dad, I don’t care. I’m marrying Oliver.” Her wolf stared at me with those sharp eyes, burning with the desire to win. And in that instant, I knew Jocelyn had been reborn too. My parents, unable to persuade Jocelyn, looked at me helplessly. I knew that look all too well. I had seen it all my life. Ever since we were pups, I was never allowed to outshine my sister. I could never outperform my sister in the Pack’s training assessments. Even though I shifted earlier, even though my wolf was stronger, Even though I completed the university-level medical curriculum through self-study and earned my medical license. While Jocelyn remained a weak, unmotivated Omega. Our parents’ favor always belonged to her. Even when it came to this— Being used as vessels to bear heirs for the Alpha bloodline— They were eager to hand her over to Hector, the more vigorous, healthier husband. “If Jocelyn wants it, then switch,” they said. “After all, the old Alpha only cares about who can produce the first heir.” As always, I maintained my composure and calmly accepted the bouquet of gardenias sent by Hector’s attendants. Two cars waited outside. One was a black obsidian Rolls-Royce sent by Oliver, its path paved with a carpet of maple leaves and white roses, radiating the noble dominance of pure Alpha blood. The other was a modified off-road vehicle sent by Hector—plain in appearance, with nothing but a silver emblem hanging from the rearview mirror, a symbol of the Hunter family’s group. Before donning our veils and heading to our respective wedding cars, Jocelyn looked at my bouquet and shook her head disdainfully. “Sis, don’t say I didn’t warn you. That Hector may look strong, but I’ve heard he’s inadequate in bed. And, He’ll never become an Alpha. Oliver is the true Alpha—Look at this bouquet made of pure gold, and that exquisite scent… it even triggered my wolf.” With that, Jocelyn lowered her head and took a deep, satisfied breath of the flowers’ fragrance. Under the envious gazes of the Pack members, she held her head high and strode forward onto the carpeted path of glory. I took a step back, holding my breath. “Well then…My dear sister, may you get what you want.”
After safely getting into the car, I carefully examined the bouquet in my hands, “Safe. No threat,” Aria whispered through mind-link, then I finally allowed myself to relax. In my previous life, the golden bouquet Oliver sent was indeed extravagant, but it had almost cost me my life. Oliver never had any intention of marrying me. He had mixed perfume into that bouquet—a fragrance designed to trigger werewolves’ heat. He also arranged for me to be delivered to a Slave, ordering that beast to take my virginity, attempting to ruin my reputation and thereby legitimately break off our engagement. But he never thought I was a doctor always in the habit of carrying a scalpe. My wolf, Aria, fought the slave in a desperate battle, and managed to bring him down. And that’s why I escaped unharmed. So, Oliver allowed me to bear his child finally, cuz I showed him I was strong enough to be his Luna. Now, in this second life, let’s see if my delicate, pampered little sister Jocelyn can survive the same ordeal. **** Just as I stepped out of the wedding car, I felt a sudden grip around my waist. A man lifted me up and quickly carried me into the bridal chamber. Laughter and teasing erupted from outside: “Impressive! Let us see what this Omega looks like!” Through the thin veil, I could only vaguely make out the man in front of me wearing a white suit. A lewd smile spread across his face as he reached out to lift my veil. I moved swiftly, quickly grabbing his hand while lifting my veil faster than he could. “You’re not Hector.” My voice was firm as my sharp gaze swept across the pack members present. Everyone’s expression suddenly changed. The man before me didn’t give a damn who was watching, he actually tried to forcefully mark me, right here. “Son of bitch!” Aria’s growl rumbled low in my chest. Without hesitation, I slammed the bouquet into his face and drew the scalpel I had prepared, slashing it across his cheek without mercy. Blood splattered as the man screamed. “What an entertaining show.” A deep voice broke the silence. Accompanied by a round of applause, a man in a white suit with a petite She-wolf in his arms emerged from behind the door. He walked over and sat down on the sofa across from me, his Alpha aura washing over me in waves. Muscles rippled beneath the fabric of his tailored sleeve, powerful yet restrained. One brow arched, a smirk playing on his lips. “Quite ruthless, aren’t you?” I lifted my chin, locking eyes with him, unflinching, without an ounce of the submission. “You’re not bad yourself.” Looking at how he deliberately loosened his shirt to expose his toned abs, paired with his rebellious demeanor. Aha, so this man was Hector, my husband in this life. In my previous life, I had seen him a few times at Hunter family gatherings. He always presented himself as a playboy like this, tangling up with slutty she-wolves in the pack. But I never expected this wedding to be so absurd. “Hector, you’re not seriously going to marry this Omega, are you?” I looked up at the voice and saw the petite she-wolf nestled in his arms. Hector didn’t respond but instead pinched her waist, making her cry out coquettishly, “You’re so bad!” The two continued their flirting, as if no one else were around. I let out a contemptuous laugh, looking directly at Hector as I revealed my true intentions. “How about we make a deal?” “You? What could you offer?” Hector lazily raised his eyes, seemingly uninterested in what I had to say. I wasn’t bothered by this. In the eyes of werewolf aristocrats like them, weak wolves like us were merely tools for reproduction. Whether it was marrying Oliver or Hector, I was done living a life where I had no control, no dignity, and no safety. Ignoring his contempt, I extended my hand, pointing from his head downward until I reached the middle of his pants. “I’m offering a deal involving this part of you.” Those werewolves around wanted to laugh but dared not make a sound. Hector finally dropped his arrogant, unruly demeanor. His face darkened as he ordered everyone out. As soon as the door closed, he extinguished the cigarette in his hand. Moving close to me, he roughly grabbed my chin: “Yvonne, you should assess your own abilities and status before you open that mouth.”
He forced me back step by step until I hit the cold wall behind me. A sharp pain shot through my back. “Come on, It’s just erectile dysfunction, no need to mad at me, huh？” I muttered, turning my head away, trying to break free from his grip. He said nothing, just leaned in closer, eyes burning with barely restrained fury. I clenched my teeth, instinctively calling out to Aria, ready to shift to clash with him. But just as Aria was about to leap out and fight with all her might, something unexpected happened. Through the crimson glow in Hector’s eyes, we both caught a glimpse of a silver-gray wolf curled up on the ground, strange black markings spreading across its body like a poisonous vine. His wolf… was asleep. “It’s still alive, but it’s been suppressed for far too long,” Aria’s voice echoed in my mind. My pupils contracted. Could it be… the rumors from the previous life weren’t the whole truth? No time to think further—I looked up and met Hector’s cold, shadowed gaze. “What did you see?” he asked in a hoarse voice. I stared at him blankly and blurted out, “How could your wolf—” Before I could finish, Hector’s expression shifted, his arrogant facade crumbling. His wolf, seemingly stirred by our discovery, let out a faint, raspy growl from its slumber. Suddenly, his hand shot out, clutching my throat as he yanked me toward him. I nearly slammed into his chest. Forced to tilt my head back, my breath almost brushed against the tip of his nose. “Your wolf was poisoned by Wolfsbane,” I gasped. “I can heal him… and… cure your erectile dysfunction.” Instead of easing, his expression darkened. His finger nails almost dug into my neck. I could see the thought in his eyes: Rather than risk uncertain, unrealistic possibilities, better to silence you forever with this secret. The pressure around my throat suddenly intensified—I was nearly lifted off the ground. My lungs burned, pain tearing through my chest. Desperately, I clutched his hand, lips trembling as I choked out broken words: “Three days… just give me three days… you’ll see the first signs… cough…” “If it doesn’t work… you can… deal with me then…” Hector finally released his grip. In that brief minute, I thought I was going to die right there. I dared to speak up because I was absolutely confident. In my previous life, Oliver was even more difficult to handle than Hector. The only reason I stayed with him for so long was because I had value to him. I’d been self-studying medical curriculum. This background served me well in my previous life. According to my parents’ wishes, I needed to be mindful of Jocelyn’s feelings and couldn’t outshine her in any aspect. No one knew how skilled I really was. People only knew that I spent an entire year treating Oliver’s leg, which eventually helped him recover. However, no one knew that Oliver also suffered from erectile dysfunction and his wolf was very weak, too. I treated him for over a month before successfully conceived a child. Thinking about this, I took several deep breaths, then began a full physical examination of Hector. Fortunately, his condition was similar to Oliver’s—not difficult to treat. “How did you know I had this condition?” Confusion flashed in Hector’s eyes as he grabbed my hand. I smiled and made up a lie: “Before marrying you, I had to learn something about my future husband, didn’t I?” In truth, Hector’s erectile dysfunction was common knowledge in my previous life. Back then, Jocelyn tried everything but could never arouse Hector’s interest. She drugged him and called a private doctor to examine him. When Hector woke up, he flew into a rage. It must have been then that the doctor uncovered the truth: his wolf was trapped. As for the rumors about his erectile dysfunction—those were only part of the truth. After all, for an Alpha heir, having a dormant, weakened wolf was far more threatening than any loss of bedroom prowess. It wasn’t just a matter of pride—it was a matter of inheritance, even survival. No wonder he later expelled Jocelyn out of the Moon Elicpse pack, leaving her to live as a Rogue. Hearing my words, Hector’s pupils slightly contracted as he whispered to himself: “After knowing all this, you still didn’t choose my older brother…” Hector was more reasonable than I expected. I prescribed some medicine. If the medicine worked, the price was that he would accompany me to attend my father’s birthday party three days later. On the day of my father’s birthday, I waited for Hector outside, but he never showed up. After pondering for a moment, I got into the car alone and headed home. As soon as I walked in, Jocelyn pointed at the room full of luxury gifts and said sweetly: “Dad, Oliver and I picked this high-end wine for you, and this emerald necklace is for Mom.” My parents were delighted by Jocelyn’s attention, their lips constantly upturned as they repeatedly said, “Oh my good pup…” Seeing me arrive empty-handed, Jocelyn said sharply: “Yvonne, your husband let you come alone?” I smiled gently and replied, “Your husband didn’t accompany you either.” Jocelyn pouted and showed off the large diamond ring on her finger. “You know nothing about this, silly. Oliver is the CEO of Hunter Group, of course he’s busy. Your husband? He just has shares but no real power.” Through Jocelyn’s raised hand, I caught a glimpse of purple bruises peeking out from her sleeve. Oliver was the type who looked flawless in public eyes. In my previous life, he was physically disabled with a gloomy, unpredictable personality. Every night, he would beat me violently with various whips. I endured his treatment for a long time, until his condition improved and he no longer tormented me. Seeing how happy Jocelyn appeared now, I didn’t want to burst her bubble. I walked past her toward the bathroom. Jocelyn, seeing that I continued to ignore her, hurriedly followed me. “Yvonne, your husband didn’t prepare any gifts for dad, did he?” Seeing that I maintained my indifferent attitude, her expression darkened. She threw the red wine in her hand at me. But she lost her balance in her high heels and fell heavily to the ground. Jocelyn cried out in pain, which brought my parents running. She immediately played the victim, trying as always to shift blame to me when she did something wrong. “Dad, Yvonne tried to hurt me! She said she wanted me to damage my body so I could never bear the Hunter family’s first heir! Mom, she’s trying to harm me! Waaah!” “Ugh, this again. Ew…”Aria groaned, rolling her eyes to her brain. I was about to defend myself. After hearing just a few sentences from Jocelyn, my father glared at me angrily and raised his hand to slap me. “Not only did you come without your husband on my birthday, but you didn’t even bring gifts. And now you’re jealous of Jocelyn!” “What kind of thoughts are you harboring?!” In the next moment, someone stepped in front of me. “Who says I didn’t come?”
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