I spent ten years chasing the woman who would burn me alive. My wife. All because she was afraid I’d expose what she’d done with my halfbrother. As the flames consumed me, I saw a stranger rush into the fire. She pulled me into her arms. Her tears burned hotter than the flames on my skin. “Ethan,” she sobbed. “If there’s a next life… can you choose me first?” My soul scattered. But I saw her before I died. This woman—Serena Vance. She built me a gravestone. *”My Beloved Husband.”* She destroyed Rose and Julian without mercy. Then she took her own life. When I opened my eyes again, I’d been reborn. I broke off my engagement to Rose Miller. I married Serena instead. Two years later, Rose was on her knees in front of me. She’d been reborn too, apparently. But I’d already sworn to love Serena in this life. So why was everything falling apart? Serena started going to clubs with Julian. My stomach ulcer flared up. I collapsed at home, alone. She was having dinner with my brother. When Julian ran over the stray dog we’d adopted together, she did nothing. I held the small body in my arms, shaking. “Why?” My voice cracked. “Why are you doing this to me?” Serena looked at me like I was pathetic. “Do I need a reason to stop loving someone?”

I told Mrs. Vance I wanted a divorce. “Please don’t tell Serena yet,” I begged. She squeezed my hand. “I’m so sorry, Ethan.” I took the divorce papers and went to find Serena myself. I found her at a private club. Through the VIP booth window, I saw her wrapped around Julian. Her chin rested in the curve of his neck. He whispered something. She smiled. I knocked. Serena’s eyes flicked up. Annoyed. “Who let you in?” I held out the papers. My arm stayed frozen in the air. Five seconds. Ten. My shoulder started to ache. Finally, she pinched Julian’s waist. “Take it.” Julian leaned into her like a cat, flipping through the papers lazily. His eyes widened. “What’s this?” Serena frowned. “What?” “Nothing.” Julian’s smile stretched wide. He turned to the signature page. “Serena… I think Ethan brought you some company documents. You should sign them so he can leave.” My blood went cold. But Serena barely glanced at the papers. “You sign,” she said. “I’m giving you full authority.” I watched Julian scrawl Serena’s name across the divorce agreement. “Wait,” I said. “Serena, don’t you want to read—” She laughed. “He speaks for me. What, afraid I’ll go back on my word in front of all these people?” Something inside me cracked. She used to check every document I gave her. Every single one. Now she trusted Julian more than me. Julian handed me the signed papers. I turned to leave. A hand grabbed my arm. Serena pulled me back. “Hold on.” “What?” She smiled. It didn’t reach her eyes. “Come home with us. I’m pregnant. Julian’s moving in to help me through it.” My vision blurred. “And Ethan?” Her voice was sweet as poison. “Make him that chicken soup he likes so much.” Pregnant. Serena was pregnant with Julian’s child. Bile rose in my throat. “I won’t do it.” Julian tugged her sleeve. “It’s okay, Serena. Don’t force him.” “Shut up.” Serena’s voice turned to ice. “You’ll do what I tell you to do. Now let’s go.” She didn’t wait for an answer. She dragged me back to the villa.

The car pulled up to the villa. Serena dragged me straight to the kitchen. She watched me take out the chicken and vegetables. Fill the pot with water. Only when the flame was lit did she finally leave. I stared at the bubbling broth. This was pathetic. “My dear brother.You must be so disappointed. Serena didn’t even look at those divorce papers, right?” Julian’s voice came from behind me, , full of mockery. “The woman who used to love you so much… now her heart belongs completely to me. That’s just how women are, I guess.” He laughed. “But wow, you’re so obedient. You were about to leave, but she told you to make soup and here you are. You’re such a good little dog.” “Are you done?” My voice was flat. Julian’s smile vanished. His eyes landed on the pot of boiling soup. Before I could react, he grabbed the handle and swung it at me. The scalding liquid hit my face, my chest, my arms. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t scream. My skin blistered instantly. Then Julian started screaming instead. “Help! HELP!” The door burst open. Serena ran in. For just a second, when she saw me, something flickered in her eyes. Concern? “Serena!” Julian sobbed, clutching his hand. “I tried to help Ethan carry the soup, but he tried to throw it on me!” The pain was unbearable. I curled into myself, shaking. “You’re lying,” I gasped. “Check the security camera. Check it!” Serena looked at Julian. Doubt crossed her face. “The camera will show everything,” I said desperately. “ENOUGH!” Serena snapped. “I believe Julian. You tried to hurt him and burned yourself instead. You deserve this.” Julian held up his finger. A tiny blister. “Serena, it hurts.” “Let’s get you to the hospital.” She didn’t look at me again. A dull ache spread through my chest. I shook my head with a bitter smile. What an idiot I was, thinking she might actually care about me. Her heart only had room for Julian. I couldn’t hold on anymore. Darkness swallowed me. “Ethan!” As I fell, I thought I heard Serena running toward me. Thought I heard panic in her voice. But I was probably imagining it. When I woke up, I was in a hospital room. My blood was draining into Julian’s arm. I tried to pull out the IV. Serena grabbed my wrist. “Don’t even think about it,” she hissed. “You’re giving Julian your blood whether you like it or not. This is your fault. He fell because of you.” Her eyes were cold. “You should be grateful your worthless blood can save him.” The room spun. My burns screamed. The needle in my arm kept sucking me dry. I passed out again. Before I lost consciousness, I heard Serena’s angry voice. “I told you to take 20ml to scare him. Not 2000ml, you idiots. Do you want to kill him?” When I woke up again, Serena was sitting by my bed. She tapped her fingers on the table. Her eyes were ice. “Stop pretending to be dead. We’re going to the old manor this afternoon.” “I don’t know what kind of spell you put on my mother, but she’s throwing you a networking party. How manipulative.” I tried to speak. But my throat was too dry. So I was right. That worried voice I heard was nothing but my imagination. Why would Serena ever care? I was a fool to hope for even a second.

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At the Gala in Palermo, I stood in a row with twelve other heiresses, waiting to be chosen. As Don Moretti’s bastarda—his illegitimate daughter, I knew the stakes. If I didn’t receive the White Lily from Lorenzo tonight, I would be shipped off to New York tomorrow for an arranged marriage. Lorenzo Rossi, the Heir of the Rossi Family and my childhood friend, had promised me this flower. But at the last second, he changed his mind. He smiled and handed the White Lily to the trembling charity case beside me—Mia, the scholarship girl he’d been sponsoring. He leaned in, his voice low against my ear. “Let Mia have the spotlight today, Elena. The poor thing has never known happiness. Don’t worry. As long as I’m here, no one will dare arrange your marriage.” I looked at him with pleading eyes, but he ignored me, placing Mia’s hand on his arm. “Mia is elegant and noble,” Lorenzo announced to the room, handing her the pristine White Lily. “She is worthy of this honor.” Noble. That single word turned me into the evening’s punchline. The room erupted in whispers. I stood empty-handed, the Don’s bastard daughter, publicly discarded for a stray. The next day, I left for New York alone. And that was when he panicked—buying out every flight from Palermo’s airport. Right now, Mia’s hand rested elegantly on Lorenzo’s arm. Under the spotlight, they looked like the perfect couple. My chest twisted, but I kept my face calm. He didn’t see my desperation. When the crowd dispersed, I stood alone. No flower. My fate was sealed. Lorenzo approached me, wine glass in hand. “These idiots. I told them to at least save you one flower. They didn’t even listen to me.” I looked at the man I’d grown up with and took a deep breath. “Do you even know what tonight means?” The Gala wasn’t just theater. The White Lily was a marriage proposal between families. As the Moretti bastard, Lorenzo was my only option. No other man would choose me. Donna Moretti had summoned me here to make one thing clear. Accept arranged marriage, or else. So I’d made Lorenzo a deal—protect me for three years, then he could love whoever he wanted. Yesterday, he’d agreed. Today, at the worst possible moment, he chose someone else. Eighteen years of friendship, gone in one night. Guilt flickered across Lorenzo’s face. He sent Mia away. “You’re used to these events, Elena. But Mia’s poor—this is her one chance to feel special. Just this once. For me.” He leaned down, his expression almost boyish. “Any other night would’ve been fine. Why tonight?” I stayed silent. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Today’s her graduation day. After tonight, I can’t sponsor her anymore. I promised her one unforgettable memory.” Unforgettable for me too. But it was too late. “Lorenzo, do you understand what the gala—” Mia returned before I could finish, interrupting us. “Elena, did I ruin everything? Please don’t blame Lorenzo. I begged him to—” Lorenzo saw her shrinking back and his expression darkened. Toward me. “Enough, Elena. It’s just a flower. I’ll buy you another one.” He reached into a nearby vase and pulled out a rose and shoved it into my hand. “Roses suit you better anyway. A lily isn’t worth throwing a fit over. This isn’t like you.” The rose was dripping wet. Its thorns had been cut, its stem snapped short. Just like me. But the White Lily meant honor—the wife of a Don. A queen. The red rose meant mistress. A woman you kept in the shadows. The laughter around me grew louder. “A bastard playing lapdog, thinking she could marry the Rossi heir? Didn’t you hear him say ‘noble’? Even a beggar was better than her.” Lorenzo silenced the woman with one look. But the damage was done.

“Elena, I’m sorry,” Mia said softly, still clutching her cake. “You’ve always had everything. I just wanted one night to feel special…” “Everything?” I stared at her. “I’m a bastard, Mia. Do you have any idea how the Moretti family treats me?” Mia’s cake slipped from her hand and landed on her shoe. Her eyes filled with tears. Lorenzo frowned. “Look, it’s already done. Let her enjoy tonight. I’ll take her to change her clothes. You can go home if you want.” Home? I didn’t have a home. As soon as Lorenzo left my side, the vultures circled. Antonio Ricci, a low-level thug from a rival crew, sidled up to me, sniffing the air near my neck. “You smell good, Elena Moretti.” Without Lorenzo, I didn’t even get basic respect. “Lorenzo told me to give you a flower,” Antonio smirked. “I didn’t. I told you before—stop chasing him and try me instead. But you didn’t listen. How’s it feel now? Humiliating, isn’t it?” I turned, shocked, staring at this man who barely reached my shoulder. Lorenzo had given him the task of delivering my flower? Knowing Antonio had been harassing me for months? My fists clenched. Another betrayal. I only asked for three years. Three years to build enough power to escape the Moretti family’s grip. But Donna Moretti wanted me gone. She wouldn’t even give me time to breathe. Antonio’s sweaty hand landed on my shoulder. “Elena, if it wasn’t for that pretty face, you’d be nothing. Just a bastard I could do whatever I wanted with. You think the Rossi family will protect you forever?” His hand tightened—and then Lorenzo was back, knocking it away. “Ricci. Did I not warn you? Don’t touch my people.” “Your people? You just picked the charity girl. What do you need Elena for?” “That’s none of your business.” Antonio spat and walked away. Lorenzo spun me around to face him. “He touched you and you didn’t fight back?” I stared at him, exhausted. “Wasn’t this your idea?” “Listen, I can protect you at events like this. But that doesn’t mean I have to stand next to you every second, does it?” “But you knew what the gala meant—” Mia appeared again, all smiles. “Lorenzo, I’d love some champagne. Is that okay?” One woman was difficult. One woman was sweet. Lorenzo’s choice was easy. “Of course. Tonight, you’re the star. Whatever you want.” He glanced at me. “We’ll talk tomorrow. I’ll come by your place.” Tomorrow? I smiled coldly. Tomorrow, you’ll have to come to New York to find me. Lorenzo left to greet the other capos, and Mia walked back to me holding a glass of wine. The timid scholarship girl was gone. In her place stood someone who’d tasted power. “You have everything, Elena,” Mia said quietly. “Why do you need to take this one moment of glory from me?” I should never have helped Lorenzo choose her for the scholarship. “You grew up in luxury,” she continued. “I only wanted Lorenzo’s protection for one night.” “Luxury?” I said. “You think I’m better off than you?” My mother died early. Don Moretti brought me back to the estate when I was small. Donna Moretti looked at me like she wanted me dead. My father had mistresses everywhere and didn’t care about one more bastard daughter. I learned to read faces young. Without this face, I wouldn’t have survived. I found Uncle Luca in the cracks and asked him to train me.

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I’m a transmigrator with a mission. My task is to marry Caden Holt. But the Holt pack has a bloodline law: only a she-wolf who bears a son can become Caden’s true mate. I carried nine pups over six years. Every single one was female. So every pup was ripped from me before six months. Forced termination, every time. When I fell pregnant with the tenth, a nurse pulled me aside and whispered congratulations. She said the scans showed a boy. I ran to find Caden. I was practically glowing. Then I heard him talking to the pack doctor through a cracked door. “You’re going to tell Lyra her pup is female again. Tell her it needs to be terminated.” The doctor’s voice cracked. “Caden, she’s already terminated nine pups. Her womb is tissue-thin. One more procedure could trigger hemorrhage. She could die. She might never carry again.” Caden’s voice was ice. “She has a system. She could carry a hundred pups and she’d be fine.” “But my sister-in-law only gets one shot at becoming Pack Mistress. I won’t let anything threaten her position. Once Sera takes over as Alpha of the Holt pack, I’ll make it up to Lyra.” I stood frozen in the hallway. My nine dead pups. All boys. Caden didn’t know. My system gave me exactly ten chances to carry. Ten. That was it. If this tenth pup didn’t survive, if I failed to marry him, the system would erase me. So when the system asked how I wanted to go, I had one answer. “Let me die on the operating table. When they take my last pup.” I wanted Caden Holt to spend the rest of his life regretting it. — Even the doctor, Marcus, who had been Caden’s closest friend for years, had finally had enough. “Don’t you think this is monstrous? Lyra would have waited for you. If you had just told her to wait, she would have agreed. You know she would have.” “I know.” Caden’s voice went quieter. Heavier. “But I couldn’t risk it.” “The Alpha Mistress position carries absolute power in this pack. You’ve seen what Lyra would sacrifice. She cut off her own birth family just to be with me. How am I supposed to trust she won’t secretly carry my pup to term the moment she thinks it gives her leverage?” Hearing that hollowed me out. I’m a transmigrator with a mission. If I marry Caden, my original body, dying in my home world, gets healed. But I hadn’t planned on falling in love with him. On day one of being with him, I told him everything. Every truth. I told him even after the mission ended, I would stay. He turned my honesty into evidence of an ulterior motive. And that evidence became the blade that killed nine of our pups. Marcus wasn’t done. “Even if you were scared she’d use the pup against Sera, why did you keep dragging it to six months? Gender can be confirmed at three or four months. Why wait until six?” “At six months the pup is fully formed. It’s not a simple termination. It has to be induced. Some of them come out crying.” His voice broke slightly. “Even with her system, the physical damage is irreversible. How could you do that to her?” My nose burned. My body still remembered every one of those procedures. The tearing pain. The sound of tiny cries. It felt like someone had ripped my heart out with bare hands. Caden’s voice came back rougher. “Every time, I was in agony too.” “But there was no other way. My nephew Eli has a heart condition. A specialist told me that a pup’s heart, extracted at six months of development, could be used in a treatment compound.” Marcus exploded. “What? You had those pups’ hearts cut out and fed to your nephew? Caden, what is wrong with you?” And then my legs gave out. I fell into the door. The two men went completely silent. I didn’t wait. I crawled back to my room before Caden could find me. By the time I was back in bed I was shaking so hard I couldn’t stop. Tears ran straight down into the pillow. No wonder Caden always told me not to think about the pups after each procedure. He said they didn’t count as ours if they never reached full term. I thought he was trying to comfort me. He just didn’t want me to mourn something he’d already decided were ingredients.

When Caden came back, my eyes were dry. He wrapped his arms around me tight. His voice was low and deliberate. “Lyra. Scans confirm it’s a female pup again. We need to terminate. I’ve already told the doctors to prepare.” “Caden.” I pulled back and looked at him. I kept my voice steady. “I want to carry this one to term.” He went white. “Are you out of your mind? You only become my mate if you birth a son.” The Holt bloodline carried an anomaly. Male pups born to Holt blood came out brilliant, powerful, exceptional. Female pups born to the bloodline didn’t survive past three days. It had happened enough times that the pack had made it law. Any she-wolf who wanted to bond with a Holt male had to first birth a healthy son. Because of this, Holt mates held extraordinary rank. They received major pack shares. The Alpha Mistress position itself was always filled by the bonded mate, not by blood. My silence made Caden go still. “Lyra. Did you hear something?” Part of me screamed to keep lying. If I could keep him from knowing the truth, my pup still had a chance. “No,” I said. “I just… find it hard to let go.” He pulled me close again. “Don’t grieve, Lyra. We’re young. I promise you, the next one will be a son.” He didn’t know there was no next one. If I failed to bond with him this time, my body in this world would be erased. I could accept dying. But this pup was innocent. I had to get him out alive. So when the nurses came to take me to the procedure room, I asked to stop at the bathroom first. Inside, I stripped off my jewelry and swapped it with a woman in the hall, trading for her clothes and a handful of cash. I was going to run. My system tried to talk me down. “Caden does love you, in his way. If you confronted him honestly, he might let you carry this pup to term. He might actually bond with you properly.” Before I’d heard that conversation, maybe I would have tried. But when it came to his sister-in-law Sera, I had never once won. From the beginning I noticed how Caden treated Sera. Every time we went out and I found something I liked, he bought two. One for me. One for Sera. He sent her flowers on my anniversaries with him. He delivered them personally. I made a scene about it once. Caden told me gently, “Lyra, don’t misread it. I love you. With Sera, it’s guilt. Nothing more.” That was when I learned Caden’s older brother had died years ago. He’d driven drunk after a fight with Caden and his car went off the road. Caden had spent every year since believing he caused his brother’s death. He’d made Sera and her son Eli his personal responsibility. I used to think that kind of loyalty was something to admire. I know better now. What Caden feels for Sera isn’t guilt. It’s something that rotted into obsession long ago. Enough to make him harvest our pups’ hearts for her sick child. Enough that if she asked, he’d probably cut out mine too. I thought I had time. I hadn’t even made it to the hospital entrance when his hand closed around my wrist. I turned. Caden looked at me. Then his face went rigid. “Lyra. Where are you going?” Before I could answer, he already knew. All the color left his face. “You were outside that door. You heard everything.”

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The Rogue Invasion erupted across the borderlands. As a Beta warrior, I was assigned to the frontlines—defending our territory while evacuating civilians to safety. My fiancé, Alpha Slade Corvus, served as the convoy’s chief guardian. We’d packed everything. Everyone was ready to leave. But Slade suddenly blocked the convoy door. “We’re waiting for Celeste.” The Omega he’d loved since childhood—who couldn’t resist staying behind to loot jewelry stores during the chaos. The Rogues were closing in. The sounds of snarling and screaming grew louder. With the entire convoy trapped in danger, I had no choice but to knock him unconscious and drag him away. After returning pack, we escaped the bloodshed. We lived peacefully for a while. He promised we’d complete the mate bond. I thought he’d forgotten about that woman. But on our mating ceremony day, he tied me up and ran me over with his car. Before I died, I heard his vicious laughter. “Lyra Ashford, you killed my Celeste! You left her to be torn apart by Rogues!” “She was just a young girl who liked pretty things. What’s wrong with that?!” “This is what you owe her. I’ll make you die a thousand times worse than she did!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment he blocked the convoy way. This time, I’d grant his wish. Let him and his true love stay together forever.

“The Rogues are closing in! If we don’t leave now, we’re all dead!” Howls and screams echoed closer. The scent of blood thickened in the air. Everyone was packed and ready. But Slade stood at the door, arms crossed, blocking the way. “We’re waiting for Celeste.” Several panicked wolves rushed forward, trying to pull him aside. The enraged Alpha kicked them away. He glared at everyone, his Alpha aura pressing down on them. “Celeste is on her way. What’s wrong with waiting for her?” Marcus—a fellow Beta warrior—clutched his chest where Slade had kicked him. “So we should all die for her?!” “The Rogues will be here any minute! How long do we wait? We have Elder Thornwood with us!” He pointed to the white-haired elder sitting in the corner, pale and weak. Elder Thornwood was our pack’s most legendary healer. He was the core of this mission. He’d come to the borderlands to treat wounded warriors and civilians. If anything happened to him, countless pack members would lose their only hope of survival. “What, your lives matter but Celeste’s doesn’t?” Slade’s voice was ice-cold. “We’re all packmates. We should stick together.” His words infuriated everyone, but most couldn’t argue against an Alpha’s will. Marcus turned to me, desperate。 “Lyra, talk some sense into your fiancé! This evacuation involves every wolf in the borderlands!” “If we don’t leave now, we’ll never make it out!” “Elder Thornwood’s condition can’t handle this risk!” All eyes turned to me. As a Beta warrior and second-in-command of this mission, they expected me to stand against him. Slade whipped his head toward me. His eyes flashed with viciousness. He was afraid. Afraid I’d say to leave Celeste behind. For a split second, I caught the killing intent in his gaze. I took a deep breath and made a completely different choice from my past life. “Slade is right. We can’t abandon any packmate.” Angry protests and disbelieving hisses filled the truck. Slade relaxed. A victorious smile crossed his face. “Fuck this! Psychos! All of you!” Marcus cursed, struggling to his feet. Slade’s expression twisted. He punched Marcus down again, then grabbed a steel crowbar from the rack. As the convoy’s head mechanic and guardian, he knew every vehicle inside and out. He slammed the crowbar against the transport wall. His Alpha presence flooded the space. “Anyone says another word, don’t blame me for what happens next!” The convoy fell silent. Only distant howls and screams reminded us danger was closing in. Slade looked around, satisfied to see everyone shrinking back—even the other Betas couldn’t resist an Alpha’s direct threat. He smirked, then his gaze softened when it landed on me. “Lyra, thank you for speaking up for Celeste. I knew my fiancée was the kindest, most understanding person in the world.” “Since you’re being so good, I promise—once we’re safely home, we’ll complete the mate bond.” “From now on, I’ll only be yours.” His scent should have been warm, reassuring. But I caught it—the acrid edge of deception. The sour scent that betrayed his lie. As a trained Beta warrior, I’d been taught to read scent markers. He was lying. Such a familiar promise. In my last life, he’d deceived me the exact same way. I swallowed my disgust and nodded shyly. He kissed my forehead. I lowered my lashes, hiding the coldness beneath.

Outside, snarls echoed. Smoke billowed in the distance. Shifted Rogue warriors were visible, getting closer. Slade still blocked the door, eyes burning as he stared into the distance. But I knew—even if Celeste arrived, we’d never make it home. When he slammed that crowbar down, I’d heard a faint *crack* from the vehicle’s axle joint. In my past life as a warrior, I’d trained in vehicle mechanics for emergency situations. Metal fatigue causing critical bolts to shear. On the rough mountain terrain ahead, it would cause the truck to collapse. And now, that bolt had snapped. Even if we left now, this truck wouldn’t survive the first steep incline. The atmosphere inside grew more oppressive. Some civilians sobbed quietly. Young warriors glared at Slade, but his Alpha aura and the crowbar kept them back. “Damn it, if we keep waiting, we’re all dead!” one warrior finally roared. Slade sneered and slammed the crowbar against the wall. “Don’t want to wait? Then get out and face the Rogues yourself!” Just then, the click of heels echoed from outside. “Slade! I’m here!” Celeste ran toward us, breathless, cheeks flushed, blonde hair flying. She carried a bulging leather satchel. Gold jewelry glinted at her wrists and neck. She wore fresh lipstick and perfect makeup, like she was heading to a gala instead of fleeing. Slade’s expression changed instantly. He dropped the crowbar and rushed to embrace her. “Celeste! You’re finally here!” Celeste playfully swatted him. “Oh! I almost didn’t make it! Good thing I’m fast.” She patted her bulging satchel. When her gaze landed on me, her lips curled into a provocative smile. Slade followed her line of sight. His expression stiffened for a moment before softening. “Lyra, Celeste’s here. We can leave now.” But Marcus exploded. “What the hell is in that bag?! Is that—is that *gold jewelry*?!” “You made us all risk our lives waiting so she could loot jewelry stores?!” His words drew everyone’s furious glares. Several warriors surged forward, eyes locked on the satchel. Slade grabbed the crowbar again. His Alpha aura flared. “Say one more word. I dare you. I’ll crack your skull open right now.” Chaos broke out inside the convoy. “She was looting stores while we were dying!” “For some damn jewelry!” “She put us all at risk for shiny things!” Celeste hid behind Slade, flashing everyone a smug smile beneath her fake tears. She clutched the satchel tighter. She leaned into Slade’s arms. As they climbed into the truck and passed me, she whispered sweetly. “Thanks for waiting, Lyra. You’re such a *good* Beta.” Her Omega scent was cloying, deliberately provocative. “Rogues! They’re here!” someone screamed. Panic spread through the people. “Slade! Now you’re satisfied?!” Marcus surged to his feet, pointing at Rogue warriors were approaching. “For her to steal gold, we’re all going to die here!” A mother clutching her child sobbed. “My baby is only three years old… just so she could loot jewelry…” Celeste’s eyes reddened. She shrank into Slade’s embrace. “I… I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to grab some things to donate to the orphaned pups back home…” Slade tightened his hold on her. “Exactly. Celeste is so kind-hearted. Why are you all attacking her?” The transport descended into chaos. Some sobbed. Some cursed. In the distance, Rogue howls drew closer. I looked at the panicked faces, then lowered my voice to Marcus: “The truck’s damaged. We need to abandon it and run for the mountain caves.” Marcus’s eyes widened. “How? The Rogues are everywhere!” “There’s a hidden cave entrance fifty meters north. Follow me and stay low.” I threw open the transport door. “Everyone out! Move fast and stay quiet!” The civilians scrambled out one by one. Only Celeste remained frozen in place, staring at the dark forest. “It’s so dirty out there. My new dress…” Slade immediately comforted her. “Don’t worry, I’ll carry you.” I watched them coldly, then turned and led everyone through the trees. Behind me, Elder Thornwood coughed weakly. “Lyra, I’m afraid this old body…” “Don’t worry, Elder.” I steadied him. “You are vital to the pack. I’ll get you home safely.” We moved through the underbrush in silence. Distant Rogue howls echoed behind us. Finally, we reached the cave entrance and slipped inside.

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The first day of Royal Pack Academy entrance exams was over, and Gavin wouldn’t shut up about how Roxy—that rogue girl he’d met at some club was planned to “celebrate his coming of age.” He was actually going to accept it. The guy who’d spent three years obsessing over his Trial scores was about to throw it all away for a quick fuck. Earlier this morning, I’d been drinking coffee at the pack diner when I overheard Roxy and her friends at the next booth. “Tonight, I’m gonna wreck that virgin boy scout so bad, he won’t be able to stand tomorrow. Forget the Trials—he’ll be lucky if he can crawl to the arena.” In my last life, I’d desperately tried to stop Gavin from going. Begged him not to throw away his future. Got down on my knees and pleaded with him to think about what he was doing. Gavin’s response? “Selene, this is Roxy’s gift to me. Just because you’re too much of a prude to have fun doesn’t mean you get to cockblock my happiness.” I’d been so worried about his future that I’d told his parents everything. They locked him in his room. Dragged him to the Trials the next day like a prisoner. He passed. Got into the Royal Pack Academy. But Roxy’s plan fell apart. She got wasted, and some assholes jumped her in the alley behind the club. They found her body two days later. Gavin lost his mind. He blamed me for everything. Said I’d ruined his life. Taken away his “soulmate.” A month before Academy started, he invited me over to “talk things out.” I thought maybe we could fix things. We’d been friends since we were kids, after all. Gavin drugged my drink. When I woke up in that alley with three rogue wolves holding me down, Gavin was standing at the entrance. Watching and making sure no one interrupted. They destroyed me. My parents couldn’t handle the shame and whispers. They took wolfsbane together one night, holding hands. That bastard filmed it. Stood outside our house with his phone out, recording my parents’ final moments like it was entertainment. He brought the video to the hospital where I was recovering. Made me watch every second. “Your parents are paying for what you did to Roxy,” he’d said, grinning. “And you’re next.” I jumped from the hospital roof that night. The last thing I saw was Gavin’s smile.

“Yo, Selene, you having a stroke or something?” Gavin’s voice snapped me back to the present. He was glaring at me, annoyed. “Can you stop being so weird every time I mention another girl? It’s pathetic.” I looked down at my unmarked skin, my legs that actually worked, exactly as they’d been before everything went to hell. I was alive and breathing. I was back at the beginning—the day before everything went to hell. Gavin’s friend Travis jumped in, trying to smooth things over. “Cut her some slack, man. Selene’s scared to have fun. She’s probably just jealous that Roxy’s got you wrapped around her finger.” Gavin’s face flushed. He couldn’t help himself—had to brag. “Roxy said she’s got a surprise for me tonight.” He elbowed Travis. “Getting to celebrate my eighteenth birthday with a smoking hot girl like Roxy? Tomorrow I’m gonna perform even better than usual!” I almost laughed. This morning, I’d heard exactly what Roxy’s “surprise” entailed. “Tonight I’m gonna ‘take care of’ that virgin boy scout real good. None of you better interrupt!” “But he’s got the Trials tomorrow…” “The Trials?” Roxy’s laugh was cruel and mocking. “Why would my little plaything need to worry about that? Once he gets into some Royal Academy, you think he’ll even remember me?” So that was her idea of a “coming-of-age celebration.” It wasn’t a celebration at all. She was planning to destroy Gavin’s entire future. In my last life, I’d nearly killed myself trying to stop this from happening. And all it got me was my family’s destruction. So this life… Looking at how excited Gavin was, I slowly raised my head. A cold smile spread across my face. “You should go, Gavin. With a ‘beauty’ like Roxy to celebrate with, I’m sure you’ll ‘perform exceptionally well’ tomorrow.” Gavin froze. Blinked at me like I’d just spoken in tongues. Then Travis broke the silence with a nervous laugh. “Uh… did Selene just give you permission to hook up with someone else? Bro, I think she’s finally over you.” Gavin’s face twisted, but before he could respond, I grabbed my bag and stood up. “Wait.” His hand shot out, slamming down on my Trial Pass—the official pass needed to enter the Trials arena. “Where are you going?” I stared at his hand. “Home. To rest for tomorrow.” “Yeah?” Gavin snatched the permit off the desk, holding it above his head. “You’re not going anywhere. Not until I’m sure you’re not gonna run crying to my parents like last time.” My jaw tightened. “Gavin, give it back.” “Or what?” He smirked. “You need this to get into the arena tomorrow, don’t you? What if I just… kept it safe for you? You know, so you don’t ‘lose’ it or anything.” I forced down my anger, trying to sound helpless and reasonable. “Gavin, you know what the Trials mean to me. I promise I won’t tell your parents anything. Just please don’t mess with my future.” But even as I said it, I knew the truth—Gavin probably wouldn’t even make it to the arena tomorrow. There was no way I could let him keep my permit. Thinking about how he’d destroyed my life in my previous timeline, I suddenly lunged forward at Gavin.

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I joined a local buy-and-sell group on my phone. Just looking for some secondhand furniture, nothing special. But the prices in this group made no sense. Someone was selling an ordinary iPhone SIM removal tool for $888. And people were actually commenting, asking about it. I was about to leave when a new post caught my eye. “1999 May edition bicycle, $800, pickup only.” My birthday. May 1999. That was odd. I clicked on the photo. My blood ran cold. The background was unmistakably my living room. And we’d only bought that bike two months ago. Before I could process this, someone commented. “Bro, last time was great. The service was top-notch. This $800 price is a steal. Five stars!” The group exploded with questions. “Boss, what are the specs and dimensions?” The seller replied quickly. “90 minutes. 89-58-92.” My hands started shaking. Those were my measurements. My exact measurements. One coincidence I could dismiss. But this? “Damn, that figure!” someone typed. “Bro, got real photos? Can you do delivery?” Then someone posted a picture. A woman in a black and white maid outfit, collapsed on a sofa. She wore a mask, hiding her face. But I recognized the hair color. And that birthmark on her chest. It was identical to mine. I zoomed in, my breathing rapid. The photo disappeared. “Already tried her out for you guys. Boss is reliable You can trust this.” The seller replied casually. “I just got into fishing lately. Not interested in cycling anymore. I’d like to share with my brothers.” I looked at the corner of our living room. Ryan’s collection of secondhand fishing gear, piled high. My stomach churned. Ryan Mitchell, my husband of three years. Always so sunny, so clean-cut. I never imagined he’d do something like this. Drugging his own wife. And selling… photos? Videos? The messages kept rolling. My scalp tingled. My ears rang. These men were discussing me like I was whore. No dignity. No humanity. “Bro, I’ll take it. When can I pick up?” someone finally bid. “Don’t rush. This premium goods is mine. I’ll add $100!” People started competing. The seller grew excited. “Highest bidder wins! I guarantee the quality is top-grade!” Ryan’s disgusting innuendo made the chat explode. I felt like I’d fallen into hell. Cold. Sticky. Nauseating. My hands trembled as I took screenshots. The simple motion took several tries because my fingers wouldn’t cooperate. I was about to confront Ryan when a user named “CatLover” made an offer.

“$10,000. But I need delivery.” The price silenced everyone else. “CatLover” posted an address. “Riverside Apartments.” I was still praying this was all a misunderstanding. Then Ryan texted me. “Honey, I sold our old bike. But the buyer can’t pick up. Can you drop it off at Riverside Apartments this afternoon?” Everything froze. My chest tightened so much I couldn’t breathe. “Do I have to go?” My fingers shook as I typed, hoping Ryan had some shred of conscience left. “Honey, what’s wrong?” Ryan’s reply was as gentle as always. “Are you feeling sick? Should I take you to the doctor?” Ryan and I had been together since high school. Sweethearts who went from prom to wedding vows. Even after marriage, he remained thoughtful and caring. All our friends envied me for marrying my soulmate. But now he wouldn’t give me a straight answer. “I don’t feel well. I don’t want to go,” I refused again. Ryan paused, then replied with words that chilled me to the bone. “Honey, did you catch a cold last night? There’s Vitamin C in the nightstand drawer. Take one.” “I’ll leave work early and go with you.” “Why do I have to go?!” I couldn’t stand this feeling of being hunted. Tears streamed down my face as I typed. Ryan called immediately. “The buyer is an autistic girl. She’s scared of men, so she needs a woman to deliver.” His voice sounded so natural. “You’re usually so compassionate. What’s wrong today?” If I didn’t know the truth, I might have believed him. “I’m not going!” My voice was flat, but my body shook. From anger or fear, I couldn’t tell. Minutes later, the seller @’d “CatLover” in the group. “Bro, sorry. Something’s wrong with the goods today. Can’t do delivery.” I exhaled in relief. Then “CatLover” responded. “No problem. I can pick up.” “But I have… specific requirements. Can she handle it?” The seller replied instantly: “Don’t worry. As long as you don’t break her, I offer after-sales service!” Their words wrapped around me like thorned rope, suffocating me. The seller posted an address. My address. Our home. I had to run. I stumbled out of the bedroom, rushing toward the door. Ryan texted: “Honey, did you take that vitamin?” “I’m almost home to be with you.” I reached for the doorknob. “Honey, where are you going?” The living room camera swiveled toward me. Ryan’s voice came through the speaker. My scalp prickled. Like I was walking down a dark hallway, watched by hungry eyes lurking in the shadows. “Just… getting some air.” I forced myself to stay calm, but my voice trembled. “You sound terrible. Don’t go out. I’ll be right there.” Ryan sounded so concerned. I thought bitterly: no wonder I never suspected him. He was such a good actor. I ignored him and reached for the door again. I needed to leave—to my parents’ house, to the police station, anywhere. “Why do you have to go out?” Ryan sighed. “You’re not well. What if you faint outside? I’d have to search everywhere for you.” “But it’s okay. You gave me access to your phone’s location. I can track you anytime.” His casual words sent ice through my veins. He was telling me he could find me anywhere. I laughed bitterly. Our love and trust had become chains. I glanced at the camera with despair and grabbed the door handle. The moment I touched it, my head spun. My legs gave out. I collapsed.

I woke up in my bedroom. Every muscle ached. My clothes had been changed. Terror gripped me. What happened while I was unconscious? I heard voices outside the door. Ryan was talking to someone. “Alex, you can’t just bring strangers to our house!” Ryan sounded angry. “Emma was home alone. You could’ve scared her!” I was confused. Then I heard Ryan’s brother Alex speak. “Bro, the guy needed the bike urgently. Emma didn’t want to deliver it, so I brought him here to pick it up. How was I supposed to know she was sick?” “And your fishing gear—when are you taking it?” Ryan’s voice rose. “You keep buying useless junk and dumping it at my place because you’re scared your wife will yell at you!” I lay frozen in bed. The bike sale wasn’t Ryan? The fishing gear wasn’t his? Had I been wrong about everything? But that woman in the mask looked exactly like me. Ryan opened the door. He saw me awake and kissed my forehead gently. “Good. Your fever’s gone.” “Silly girl, didn’t even know you were burning up. Still feeling bad?” I glanced at Alex standing in the doorway, his eyes cold and distant. The questions stuck in my throat. I shook my head weakly. Maybe I’d misunderstood. Maybe the seller wasn’t Ryan. At least this time, “CatLover” didn’t get what he wanted. Right?

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My parents’ love story was legendary. General Catherine Thorne—decorated war hero. Dr. Julian Vane—world-renowned neurosurgeon. Mother’s chest glittered with medals. One space remained empty. She’d sacrificed the highest honor to save Father from a conspiracy years ago. The elite private estate outside the city—The Vane Institute—was Mother’s gift to him. So he’d feel safe. The day I was born, she summoned the entire honor guard to our gates. They played victory marches all night. People said I was the only proof their legendary love was real. When I turned five, a handsome man became a regular at our home. He was always by Mother’s side. One day, he cornered me in the garden. Stroked the pony Mother had given me. His smile was gentle. And cruel. “You know your father’s old, right? His hands shake too much to hold a scalpel anymore.” “Only I can protect your mother’s future. Soon, I’ll be the master here.” I didn’t quite understand. But I told Father what he said. The next day, the news reported on that man. Former elite sniper Liam—permanent nerve damage to both hands. An ‘accident.’ Father was in his study, polishing his scalpel. The blade gleamed. He looked up at me, voice calm as glass. “Asher, I took out the trash for you. Do you like your gift?” – “Mother, when did you get back?” Her face was thunder-dark. Still in full uniform. Combat boots thudded against marble as she blew past me without a glance. Straight to Father’s study. BANG. She kicked the door open. Father sat at his desk, methodically polishing a silver scalpel with a velvet cloth. “Julian! Was it you?” Her voice was ice shattering on concrete. Foreign. Cold. “Liam’s hands are ruined! His entire life is destroyed! Do you understand how important he is to me? To the entire division?” Father raised his eyes. Those eyes that had saved countless lives. Now they held nothing. Not even boredom. “Trash in my way. I cleaned it up. Problem?” “You—” Mother’s chest heaved. She ripped a black pistol from her hip. Aimed it at Father’s head. “He’s a genius! The division’s top marksman! I pulled every string to transfer him to my unit, and you dare destroy him?” My legs went weak. I knew that gun. Mother’s office wall displayed targets it had shredded. Perfect bullseyes. I threw myself between them, arms spread wide. “Don’t you hurt him!” The fury in Mother’s eyes flickered when she saw me. The barrel dipped. Father pulled me into his arms. His heart hammered, but his grip was iron. Then he laughed. Low and mocking. “So. Your protégé means more than your own son.” Mother’s face flushed red, then white. She holstered the weapon. But her eyes turned colder. “Catherine, you disappoint me.” “Liam only admires me. He’s done nothing wrong! You’re the one who can’t tolerate anyone!” “Starting today, he moves in. I’ll personally care for him until he recovers.” “You owe him this.” She turned and left without another glance. This house is collapsing. The next day, Liam moved in.

Mother personally wheeled him through the door. The staff kept their heads down, barely breathing. He got the guest room next to my parents’ bedroom. My favorite room—the one with the best light. Mother hired the best nurses. Twenty-four-hour care. She moved her office into his room. Said she needed to work while keeping him company. Overnight, the house belonged to Liam. He was a talented actor. When Mother was around, he slumped in his chair, weak and breathless. Eyes always red-rimmed. “Catherine, this is my fault. If I hadn’t admired you so much, hadn’t stayed so close, the doctor wouldn’t have misunderstood.” “My hands don’t matter. As long as I can see you every day, I’m content.” Mother looked at him with guilt. Tenderness. “Don’t worry. I’ll make him give you an answer.” But the moment she left, Liam’s eyes went venomous. He ordered the nurses to throw out all my limited-edition spacecraft models. “Five years old and playing with baby toys.” He sneered, crooked a finger. “Come here.” I didn’t move. His eyes went ice-cold. “Tell Julian this is interest. His precious son belongs to me now.” I ran crying to Father. He was in the greenhouse, trimming rose bushes. After I told him, he snipped an overgrown branch.Spoke softly. “Asher, don’t cry.” “Remember—when a rabid dog bites you, you don’t kill it immediately.” “First, you pull its teeth. Cut its claws. Make sure it can’t bark or scratch.” “Then, slowly, you watch it writhe in desperation.” I didn’t fully understand. But the hurt faded. That evening, doctors in white coats flooded the house. Mother’s subordinates. Father’s colleagues. Mother thought Father was surrendering. Her expression softened. She even spoke to him before dinner. At the table, Father raised his wine glass and stood. Smiled with practiced elegance. “I’ve gathered you all here today to bear witness.” The dining room fell silent. Mother and Liam watched him. Liam’s mouth held a hint of triumph. “Mr. Simth suffered permanent nerve damage from an ‘accident.’ As a physician, I’m deeply troubled.” “Therefore, I’ve decided to provide all subsequent rehabilitation therapy free of charge. I’ll mobilize every resource and personally assemble a recovery team until he… recovers.” He emphasized the word ‘recovers.’ Mother’s and Liam’s faces changed instantly. Let the man who destroyed a sniper’s hands personally administer ‘rehabilitation therapy’? This wasn’t treatment. This was slow torture with surgical precision. Father set down his glass. Crystal clinked against marble. He looked at Liam’s pale face, smile growing warmer. Words turning the air frigid. “Mr. Simth, tomorrow morning, eight sharp at the rehabilitation center. Oh—the first treatment is high-intensity electrical nerve stimulation. Excellent for regeneration.” “It might hurt a bit. Try to endure it.” Mother nearly exploded. But the room was packed with military and medical elite. All of them sharks. She swallowed her rage. “Julian, you—” Father interrupted smoothly. “What? General Thorne doesn’t trust my skills?” He paused. Eyes swept to the assembled doctors. Perfect smile. “Or do you think I’m settling a personal vendetta?” The air froze. Someone rushed to smooth things over. “Dr. Vane’s expertise is world-class. We trust him completely.” “Absolutely. Having Dr. Vane personally oversee rehabilitation—Mr. Simth is fortunate.” “Indeed. General, you can rest easy.” They nodded like the bobblehead toys in my room. Mother’s face went black as her polished boots. She understood. Father was forcing her hand. In front of these people, she couldn’t question her husband’s expertise. Couldn’t admit he was retaliating. That would mean airing dirty laundry, admitting she couldn’t control her own household. For a decorated general, that was unbearable humiliation. Liam trembled in his wheelchair. Under the bandages, his hands seemed to throb. He glared at Father with poisonous hatred. “Julian, don’t get cocky! Catherine won’t let you get away with this!”

Father smiled. Walked to Liam. Looked down at him. Voice gentle as a doctor soothing a difficult patient. “Mr. Simth, relax. Stress hinders recovery.” “The first step in nerve rehabilitation is electrical awakening therapy. Don’t worry—I’ll personally control the current intensity, ensuring precise stimulation of every damaged nerve ending. We’ll monitor your pain threshold in real-time for optimal therapeutic effect.” “The process might be… stimulating. But for recovery, you must endure.” Liam’s face drained of color. Electrical shock. Torture. I could picture him convulsing like a fish out of water. Mother finally snapped. Slammed the table. Plates jumped. “Enough! Julian, do you have to be this ruthless?” Father’s smile vanished. He turned, cold eyes fixed on her. “I’m ruthless? Catherine, when you brought this man into our home, did you think about my feelings?” “When you pointed that gun at me, did you remember we’re married?” “When you let him torment your son, did you remember you’re a mother?” “You destroyed this family step by step. You destroyed everything between us!” His voice wasn’t loud. But each word struck like a hammer. The dining room went silent as a tomb. Mother’s lips moved. No sound came out. Her chest heaved violently. Father took my hand and walked away. “Asher, we’re going home.” This was our home. But he said it like we were leaving a cold hotel. After that night, Mother surrendered. She couldn’t risk her career and reputation. Liam’s ‘rehabilitation therapy’ was set. At the Institute Mother had gifted Father years ago. The next day, Father and I moved there. He said the house was too dirty. Needed deep disinfection. The Institute was beautiful, like a castle from a fairy tale. But every nurse and doctor bowed when they saw Father. Eyes full of reverence and fear. Liam’s treatment room was at the corridor’s end. Soundproof. I snuck a look once. Through thick observation glass, I saw Liam strapped to a table with leather restraints. Father wore a white coat, mask, and goggles. Eyes focused and cold. He held two metal probes, moving them slowly across Liam’s arms. Each touch made Liam’s body jerk violently. His throat produced sounds caught between screaming and whimpering. The noise scraped my eardrums like a cat’s claws. Acidic. Painful. I ran back to my room and hid under the blankets, shaking. Mother came to see me once. She’d lost weight. Eyes bloodshot. Uniform wrinkled, reeking of smoke. She held me, voice hoarse as sandpaper. “Asher, I know your father was wronged.” “But Liam… he doesn’t deserve this.” “Talk to your father. Tell him to stop. Liam’s going to lose his mind.” I looked up at her seriously. “Mother, do you still love him?” She froze. Her arms stiffened. She didn’t answer for a long time. Just held me tighter. Chin resting on my head. “Asher, the adult world is complicated. You’ll understand when you’re older.” I didn’t understand. I only knew adults called their own failures ‘complicated.’ Liam’s screams became the Institute’s daily soundtrack. A month later, he was released. Emaciated beyond recognition. Eyes vacant. A puppet with its strings cut. He cowered at the sight of anyone, muttering constantly: “No more shocks… please… no more…” He’d lost his mind. When Mother came for him, she saw his state. This iron-willed woman’s eyes turned blood-red. She didn’t scream. Didn’t rage. Just looked at Father. Eyes like a bottomless well. “Julian, you won.” Father removed his glasses. Polished them slowly with velvet. Voice equally calm. “No. The war has just begun.” Mother carried the broken Liam away. Back resolute. I thought it was over. I was wrong. Mother’s retaliation came faster. Harder. She targeted what Father treasured most. Not his career. Not his reputation. Me.

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Dad waited ten years for Mom to bring her three-year-old daughter and mate with him. He was my mother’s second chance mate. After I was born, my sister Selene developed severe appetite loss. Only when feeding me would she smile and eat a few more bites. So whenever Selene held the spoon, Mom would press down on my shoulders, gently forcing me to open my mouth. When I was five, my teacher said pups should bravely refuse things that make them unhappy. So when I was so full I couldn’t swallow another bite, I refused Selene’s feeding. She cried until her face turned blue, as if she’d suffered the greatest injustice. Mom rushed over like a madwoman, her nails digging deep into my flesh. “You already have Dad and Mom’s love. Why do you need to compete with your sister for attention?” “Can’t you just be obedient and eat more for your sister’s condition?” Dad looked at Mom with heartache in his eyes. He picked up Selene, saying he’d take her to the pack grounds to cheer up. I rolled on the floor in pain, but Mom thought I was lying. Furious, she slammed the door shut, saying she needed to punish my disobedience. I clutched my stomach, tears covering my entire face. I’m sorry, Mom. Next time I’ll definitely eat my meat obediently to make Selene happy. I pressed my small hands tightly against my stomach, curling up into a ball. But my mind drifted to how every time Mom’s stomach hurt, she’d take pills from the cabinet and feel better. When I finally managed to open the pill bottle, my stomach suddenly clenched in pain, and pills scattered everywhere. Just as I was about to pick them up, I heard the door open. My eyes lit up—Dad was back. I reached out to him: “Dad, there are so many bugs biting me inside my stomach…” Dad rushed toward me in panic, but Mom grabbed him. “She doesn’t speak a word of truth.” “Have you forgotten how she stole jerky the other day, then when I caught her, she blamed Selene!” “Now she’s lying about stomach pain, just trying to fake sick so we won’t take Selene out to play.” That’s not how it was. Last time, Selene brought the living room snacks into my room. She tore open the packages, showing off as she stuffed them in her mouth. I told her to eat less jerky, or she wouldn’t have an appetite for dinner. But Selene puffed her cheeks and waved the spiced jerky in front of me. When Mom opened the door, she shoved the jerky into my hand. She wiped the grease from her fingers onto my clothes. I happily told Mom that Selene’s condition was better. But Mom angrily dragged me out of the room and made me kneel in the living room to reflect. She called me a liar. Said I stole the jerky myself, then tried to frame my sick sister. I cried, saying I didn’t steal anything. Mom’s face turned as cold as the snow outside. Ice-cold. She threw me out the door, saying she’d throw away lying pups. I cried for so long, begging Mom not to abandon me. Finally, Dad took pity and secretly slipped an egg into my hand. He told me to quickly admit my mistake, not to make Mom angry. The sky gradually darkened, and my stomach growled with hunger. Mom held a steaming bowl of broth and asked if I knew I was wrong. Smelling the fragrant broth, I sobbed and said I knew I was wrong. That time, I really did lie. And Mom forgave me. Thinking of this, even though I had no idea what I’d actually done wrong, I still carefully tugged at Mom’s dress hem, saying over and over that I was wrong. I thought this way Mom would hold me like last time and say she loved me too. But when she noticed the pills scattered on the floor, she angrily kicked me away. “Stella, have you really become this troublesome?” “First you deliberately refused to eat to starve your sister, now you’re trying to wreck the house!” “Today I must punish you!” Dad was about to speak when Mom’s glare silenced him. “Lucas, if you interfere with me disciplining Stella one more time, we’re getting divorced!” Dad sighed helplessly. He took me from Mom’s hands. Just when I thought Dad would carry me to the Healer’s Den, he personally locked me in the bedroom. Dad touched my head. “Stella, for this family, be good, okay?” I clutched Dad’s sleeve tightly, crying my heart out. “But Dad, my stomach really hurts.” Mom’s dissatisfied urging came from the living room. “Lucas, are you favoring Stella again?” “When we mated, you swore you’d love Selene like your own daughter!” “If you keep favoring the younger one, there’s no point continuing this!” Hearing this, Dad suddenly pushed me away. He left quickly. He didn’t even notice that because of his force, I’d been pushed to the floor. My head hit the corner of the table, making everything fuzzy. Through the unclosed door crack, I saw Dad lifting Selene high in the air. Mom’s face finally showed a smile. She turned her head and locked eyes with me. Mom frowned and slammed the door shut. The room plunged into darkness. I couldn’t see anything, but I heard Mom’s words even more clearly. She said: “Stella is spoiled by you.” “Eating is such a blessing, yet she’s learned to waste food.” “Good. Lock her up for a day. Let her learn that every grain is hard-earned.”

Then came her gentle voice. She said: “Selene, you’ll always be Mom’s precious one.” “It’s okay if you don’t like eating, but when you’re hungry, you must tell Mom.” The house gradually quieted down. Pitch black darkness. My heart pounded wildly. But I was too short to reach the light switch. I had to climb onto the bed myself. If I fell asleep, my stomach wouldn’t hurt. I’d always gotten through it this way before. But this time, my stomach really hurt so much. I imitated how Mom coaxed Selene to eat, gently patting my swollen stomach. “Please stop hurting!” “It’s your fault, making Mom think I’m disobedient.” But it wouldn’t listen to me. Instead, it made me hurt even more. So when Mom scolded me for disobedience, did it hurt her like this too? Tears dripped down. I’m sorry, Mom. It’s all my fault for being disobedient, making you hurt so many times. My head started hurting too. I wiped the sweat from my head. It was sticky. Remembering how last time I was locked outside for grease stains on my clothes, I frantically tried to wipe my face clean. But the sweat wouldn’t wipe off. I felt colder and colder. Even after burrowing under the covers, I still shivered with cold. Gradually, I felt so tired, and fell completely asleep. When I opened my eyes again, I found my stomach didn’t hurt at all. I started jumping around excitedly. My body passed straight through the locked door. I saw Dad and Mom who’d just returned. Mom was patiently feeding Selene small cakes. “Selene, eat one more bite, okay?” Selene turned her head away. “No, no. I feel sick just looking at it.” Mom sighed, her brow furrowed. I raised my hand to smooth it out, but found my small hand couldn’t touch Mom. I vaguely realized—I seemed to have died. Just like the kitten Selene killed. That was something Selene had begged to buy. But after just a few days, she found the kitten’s litter box disgusting. Mom gave me the task of caring for the kitten. I didn’t mind the kitten’s mess at all. The first thing I did after training each day was change its water and add food. After spending time together, the kitten would let me pet it and act cute with me. With it around, I no longer felt sad that Dad and Mom only had eyes for Selene. Okay, I lied again. Actually, I was still a little sad. Just a tiny bit. When Selene discovered the kitten liked me more, she snatched it from my arms. The kitten meowed in fear, scratching her while struggling. That night, Mom’s face was especially dark. After Selene got her shot, the kitten hid under the bed, too scared to come out. I knelt before Mom, crying and apologizing for the kitten. But Mom said animals that hurt people couldn’t be kept. She also said I was heartless. “In your heart, is your sister’s safety worth less than a vicious animal?” I cried, saying it was different. Selene had Dad and Mom’s love. The kitten only had me. If I couldn’t protect it, no one else could. Mom said I was being unreasonable and told Dad to tie me up with a belt. She grabbed the kitten and brought it to Selene, letting her decide its fate. I struggled desperately, but could only watch helplessly as the kitten was killed. I cried until my voice went hoarse. But Mom only cared that Selene ate three more bites today. As for Dad, he only cared about Mom’s mood. When the kitten died, at least I was there to mourn. But when I died, no one cared at all.

Dad set down various toys from the pack grounds on the couch. He also held a red potato, knocking on my door. “Stella, are you asleep? Dad brought you something good.” Selene, who’d been playing with dolls, jumped down from her stool and whined to Mom: “Mom, I want to eat the red potato Dad’s holding.” Seeing Selene’s rare appetite, Mom immediately swapped the potatoes with Dad. Watching Selene eat bite after bite, her eyes reddened with excitement. Maybe because Mom couldn’t see me, I said loudly that I hated Selene most. She was always so unreasonable, taking my things. Even with two identical portions, Selene always thought mine was better. Even Mom would suspect Dad secretly bought me better things. So what I got was always what Selene didn’t want or left over. Even dresses and shoes were Selene’s hand-me-downs. Thinking of this, I sighed heavily. Mom always said she envied how I was young and carefree. But I had so many worries. Mom said Selene didn’t have a real father, so she needed to be extra good to her. My real father also said he needed to be good to Selene. He said he was a stepfather, had to treat us equally, or people would gossip. Dad and Mom both said to be good to Selene, repeatedly telling me I needed to be good to Selene too. I counted on my fingers. Five is clearly smaller than eight. So why did five-year-old me have to give in to eight-year-old Selene? When he noticed Dad still standing at my door, Mom got angry. “Didn’t I say to starve her for a day?” “If you go soft on her, you’re sleeping in the study tonight!” Dad said nothing, calling my name again. Still no response from me. I floated to his side, saying over and over that I was here. But he couldn’t hear me. Dad finally lost patience, muttering: “Why is this pup so stubborn?” Mom was even more smug. “See, I told you!” “Stella’s an ungrateful wolf. It’s only been three hours of confinement, and she’s deliberately ignoring you.” “Who knows how rebellious she’ll be when she grows up.” “Not like our Selene—obedient and clever.” Selene proudly raised her head, quickly swallowing the food in her mouth. Seeing this, Mom praised Selene in endless variations. I enviously watched Mom feed Selene. She’d never fed me. Mom said I already had a dad, so she needed to give more love to Selene. She was busy making food for Selene, busy taking Selene to the Academy, busy taking Selene to see healers. I was left with the neighbor lady. Over time, other pups mocked me for having no one pick me up. I frowned and loudly argued they were wrong— because not only did I have no dad picking me up, Mom never picked me up either! When I got a bit older, I’d learned to eat by myself. But Selene volunteered to feed me. The food was too hot, the spoon hurt my tongue, my stomach was too full… But whenever I mentioned these things, Mom said I was being delicate. She told me to eat more, saying only then would Selene be happy. When Selene was happy, her condition would improve. When her illness got better, Mom said she’d have time to love me. But I waited so long. And never waited for the day Mom would love me.

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Two days before launch, an anonymous tip destroyed everything. “Ava Thorne has concealed a history of mental illness. She’s unfit for the mission.” Just like that, my flight clearance vanished. Three years in a psychiatric facility followed—three years of hell while my husband Ethan climbed the ranks at The Agency, earning medals and promotions. When he finally came to collect me, his smile was practiced. Professional. “I had no choice, Ava. Politics, you know? But I took a demotion to bring you home. We can start over.” I spent the next thirty years tiptoeing around our kitchen, careful not to remind him of the career he’d “sacrificed” for me. I cooked his meals. Pressed his shirts. Made myself small. Until the day I died, and our daughter found the letters. The first was the anonymous tip that had destroyed my career. In Ethan’s handwriting. The others were worse—thirty years of correspondence between my husband and Sera Vance, the widow. The woman whose husband had died saving Ethan and my brother Leo during a classified operation. In the letters, Ethan confessed everything. How he’d forged the psychiatric evaluation. How he’d slipped it into my mission application. How he’d sent me to that facility to clear the way for Sera—because her dead husband had made him promise to “take care of her.” The glass slipped from my hand, shattering. Each shard felt like it was piercing my heart. I should have been the one who went to space. Instead, Ethan had sacrificed me for another woman. I died that night, drowning in rage and grief. When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in our apartment. The calendar read two days before the mission selection deadline. This time, when Ethan reached for my application packet, I pulled it back. — His grip tightened on the folder, knuckles going white. “Babe, we agreed. You rest, I handle the paperwork.” “It’s my job. I can do it myself.” My hand trembled as I clutched the documents. Last time, I’d trusted him completely. Last time, I’d handed him everything without a second thought. That trust had cost me my entire life. “I just remembered—I need to double-check something.” I forced my voice steady. “I’ll submit it myself tomorrow.” Something flickered across his face. Panic? Guilt? “What did you forget? I can help.” He reached for the folder again. I locked it in my desk drawer, key clutched tight in my palm. “It’s fine. Can you check on the soup in the kitchen?” The moment he left, I tore open the packet. There it was. Psychiatric Evaluation Form. Patient: Ava Thorne. Diagnosis: Undisclosed psychotic disorder with delusional episodes. Every word was a lie. Every signature was forged. My vision blurred. It was real. All of it was real. Ethan returned with soup, concern painted on his face like a mask. “Honey, you’re crying. What’s wrong?” I let him pull me into his arms, felt his heartbeat against my cheek. Steady. Calm. The heartbeat of a man who’d planned my destruction. “You wanted to switch partners, right?” The words came out flat. “For the mission training?” Last time, I’d fought him on this for months. We’d been partners for ten years—the longest-running team at The Agency. I’d refused to let another woman take my place at his side. This time, I knew the truth. If I didn’t agree to the switch now, I’d be committed in two weeks. “You… you’re okay with it?” His whole face lit up. “Yeah. I’m okay with it.” He already had the paperwork ready. Had probably been carrying it around for weeks, waiting for me to cave. I signed without reading it. Watched joy spread across his face like sunrise. “God, Ava. You’re the best wife a guy could ask for.” He kissed my forehead. “Don’t worry—I’ll still look out for you at The Agency.” The lie tasted like copper in my mouth. He didn’t even wait for me to respond. Just grabbed his keys and practically ran for the door, already pulling out his phone. “Sera? Hey, yeah—she said yes. We can finally—” I burned the fake psychiatric report in the kitchen sink. Watched it curl and blacken until nothing remained but ash. Then I filled out a new application. This time, I’d submit it myself. This time, no one would stop me from going to space.

My desk had been cleared out overnight. Everything I owned—photos, files, the coffee mug Leo had given me—sat in a cardboard box in the bullpen. My private office, the one I’d earned after ten years of partnership with Ethan, now belonged to Sera Vance. She sat at my desk wearing Ethan’s jacket. Eating the breakfast sandwich he used to make for me. This was him “looking out for me.” Lily from Engineering saw my face and stood up, fists clenched. “This is bullshit. I’m going to—” “Don’t.” I caught his arm. “I agreed to end the partnership. The office was part of the deal.” “That doesn’t make it right.” No. It didn’t. But I had bigger problems than office politics. That afternoon, I showed up for advanced training and found my name had been moved to Sera’s basic certification group. Ethan’s doing. Obviously. I marched straight to his training bay. Found him carrying Sera out of the simulation pod, her body limp in his arms. “Easy, easy. I pushed you too hard today.” He cradled her against his chest, opening a water bottle with his teeth. “Here, drink.” She took a delicate sip, then touched his cheek. “I don’t mind the pain. As long as I get to go to space with you.” They didn’t notice me for a full thirty seconds. When Ethan finally looked up, his hand jerked away from Sera’s waist. “Ava. Shit. This isn’t—Sera wasn’t feeling well. As her trainer, I was just—” “Why did you move me to basic training?” Sera’s expression shifted. The helpless damsel act vanished, replaced by something cold and sharp. “Sorry about that. Ethan just cares about me so much.” “You must be so frustrated,” she continued, voice dripping fake sympathy. “Maybe you should stop making things difficult for him. He’s exhausted.” I’d heard this routine before. Sera played innocent for Ethan while her eyes promised war. “Answer the question,” I said to Ethan. “Why the transfer?” ” Final selection is in three weeks. Are you trying to tank my chances?” “No! God, no.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You’ve been stressed, Ava. I thought some basic training might help you decompress.” Sera nodded eagerly. “He’s just trying to help. I’m not trying to take your spot, I swear. It’s just that people in my old group were so mean to me, and Ethan couldn’t stand seeing me hurt.” I almost laughed. Would have, if rage hadn’t been choking me. Ethan had watched me get screamed at by instructors for five straight years. Watched me scrub toilets as punishment for minor infractions. Watched other trainees lock me in equipment closets. His response then? “If you worked harder, they wouldn’t pick on you.” But two weeks of Sera getting constructive criticism, and suddenly he was reorganizing training rosters. “Sera doesn’t have the physical conditioning for advanced training,” I said. “Moving her up means someone else gets cut. That someone is me.” Sera’s eyes welled with tears. “I knew this would happen. Everyone thinks I’m stealing opportunities. I should just go back to basic.” She stumbled toward the door. Ethan caught her, pulled her close. “You’re not going anywhere,” he said, glaring at me. “That was a low blow, Ava. Even for you.” “Excuse me?” “You got into this program because I voucher for you. Don’t act like you earned this spot on your own merit.” The words hit like a physical blow. “My decision stands,” Ethan continued. “You clearly need the attitude adjustment. Stay in basic training until you learn some humility.”

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I was scrolling through Reddit when I stumbled upon a post that made me stop cold. **[Throwaway] Our biological daughter contacted us and wants to visit. We’re close with our adopted daughter and don’t want her disrupting our family of three.** **She’s clearly after the inheritance and won’t leave us alone. Is there a clean way to get rid of her permanently without it affecting us?** I died once before, three years from now, and somehow came back with all my memories intact. I know that in three days, the Freeze will begin. It was an apocalyptic disaster that would plunge the world into deadly subzero temperatures for three years. I felt sorry for this biological daughter, so I left a comment. **Tell her the Freeze is coming in three days. Send her to a mountain cave shelter with three years’ worth of supplies.** The original poster liked my comment. The next day, I dragged my suitcase up to my biological parents’ estate. Before I could even speak, they grabbed my hands. “Sophia, the Freeze is coming. We need to get you to a cave shelter.” … My heart skipped a beat. I thought of that Reddit post and tested them carefully. “Mom, Dad… How do you know about this?” They exchanged glances, their expressions grave. “Sophia, we’ve been reborn too. It sounds crazy, but your parents would never lie to you. Time is running out—in three days, the Freeze will hit.” Relief flooded through me. So they’d been reborn too. I’d been too suspicious. But then something nagged at me. This was too much of a coincidence with that post. I tested them again. “Mom, Dad, we don’t need to leave. Let’s stay here and fortify the estate…” Dad cut me off immediately. “We’re staying. Your mother and I are business owners. We have to remain here to assist with government relief operations. The estate will be used to shelter disaster victims.” But anyone who’s lived through the end knows the brutality of the apocalypse better than anyone. Survival is all that matters. Who would actually stay behind for infrastructure work? I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat and decided on one final test. I moved toward the door. “Don’t you have an adopted daughter? I’ll go with her then.” The moment the words left my mouth, they panicked. They blocked my path in unison. “No!” Realizing their mistake, Mom cleared her throat. “You don’t understand. Nina has been fragile since childhood. She needs our personal care. We can only feel at ease if she stays with us.” Dad quickly added, “Exactly. Don’t overthink it. You’re our biological daughter. We’d give our lives to keep you safe.” With every word they spoke, my heart sank deeper. If I insisted on taking their adopted daughter with me, their whole plan would fall apart. At that moment, I became one hundred percent certain. My biological parents weren’t reborn at all. They were the ones who made that post. In my previous life, I’d just learned about my biological parents when the Freeze hit. That’s why I’d rushed here after my rebirth—to warn them about the coming apocalypse. But now? They didn’t deserve to know. I forced a stiff smile and nodded. “Then I’ll go alone.” Relief washed visibly over their faces, barely concealed gratitude in their eyes. I added, “But the Freeze will last a long time. I need to prepare adequate supplies to survive. I’ll gather everything tomorrow and head to the cave the day after.” They agreed immediately. That night, I opened the post again. My heart turned to ice. **Update: Plan is in motion. Sending her to the cave the day after tomorrow!** The comment section exploded. **Hahahaha she actually believes the Freeze is coming?** **You guys are ruthless. This bio daughter is kind of pitiful. If I were her, I wouldn’t have come back at all.** My parents replied instantly, their tone cutting. **What’s pitiful about her? If she hadn’t come back, she’d still be begging in the street! She only came looking for us because she wants our money. Letting her live in a cave where she won’t starve—she should be grateful!** I stared at the screen, a cold smile curling my lips. They found their biological daughter inconvenient. They’d specially crafted a Freeze prison for me, hoping to be rid of me forever. But what they could never imagine was this. The Freeze was real. And it was coming.

Early the next morning, Dad came to find me. “Sophia, we’ve already located a shelter cave for you. It’s hidden and safe. Once the government relief operations are complete, we’ll bring you back out.” I nodded obediently. “Alright. But I need a lot of supplies, and moving everything in and organizing it all requires manpower. I can’t do it alone.” Nina suddenly burst out of her room, her face twisted with impatience. “Can’t you do it yourself? God, you’re so demanding!” Her attitude made it crystal clear—she knew the truth too. I ignored her and said calmly, “Fine then. I’ll go hire some help. It’ll just cost a bit more money.” Mom and Dad panicked immediately. They were terrified I’d involve outsiders. If word got out, it would destroy their reputation. Dad quickly grabbed my arm. “No, no, no! No need for strangers. Family is more reliable!” Perfect. Exactly what I wanted. For the rest of the day, I directed all three of them like a general commanding troops. “Dad, take the truck and get steel rebar and cement. Reinforce every wall in that cave.” “Mom, buy long-term food storage, canned goods, and bottled water. As much as you can carry.” “Nina, get thermal gear, sleeping bags, and emergency medical supplies. Only the best cold-weather rated equipment.” The three of them were clearly reluctant, but to get rid of me as quickly as possible, they had no choice but to obey. They drove three trucks back and forth all day, exhausted and drenched in sweat. I supervised the entire operation. I didn’t lift a finger. I was going to make them build me an impenetrable fortress with their own hands. And when the Freeze came, I’d let them watch me living comfortably inside. While they froze outside, unable to even get through the door. That evening, Dad was installing the final reinforced door at the cave entrance. The light from outside gradually dimmed. He patted the iron door with satisfaction. “There. Now no one can get in, and no one can get out. I left a small opening at the bottom for passing supplies through.” I looked around the cave. Supplies were stacked everywhere. Preserved food and rations piled up like small mountains. Dozens of large barrels filled with drinking water. Thermal gear and sleeping bags covered the floor. A generator, diesel fuel, and basic medications. This cave had everything I needed to survive three years of the apocalypse in comfort. Mom said dismissively, “Who knows how long this so-called freeze will last. Maybe forever. But don’t worry—even if we can’t come ourselves, we’ll have someone deliver supplies to you.” Nina snapped impatiently, “Alright. let’s go. This place is filthy!” They turned and started walking away. They’d barely taken a few steps when snow began to fall from the sky. At first, just a few scattered flakes. Then it quickly turned into heavy snow, falling thick and fast. Nina cried out in shock, disbelief written all over her face. “It’s snowing? But it’s summer! How can it be snowing this hard in the middle of summer?” Mom and Dad froze too, confusion in their eyes. I turned and walked back into the cave, my steps light. Yes, snow in the summer. Could the Freeze be far behind?

As I was leaving, Dad deliberately smashed my phone, cutting off my contact with the outside world. I’d been prepared. I had a backup phone hidden in my bag. I opened the news app and found exactly what I expected—emergency alerts. “Emergency Alert: Unprecedented summer snowfall reported across multiple states. Temperatures plummeting rapidly. Citizens are urged to stay at home and prepare cold-weather protection immediately.” Next, I checked the Reddit post. Nina had switched to her own account. **That idiot sister actually believes the Freeze is coming! She’s sitting in that cave like a good little prisoner. So easy to fool! Now no one’s going to disrupt our perfect family of three. Mom and Dad love me best!** The comment section was split between people mocking me and people who found the situation pitiful. Nina saw the sympathetic comments and fired back immediately. **She should’ve known her place. Mom and Dad never looked for her all these years, but she had the nerve to show up anyway. She deserves this!** Someone else commented. **It’s literally snowing in summer right now. What if the Freeze is actually coming?** Nina exploded. **You’re as stupid as she is! Want me to lock you both up together?** I closed the post and headed deeper into the cave toward a small hidden opening. I’d deliberately left it there. It was just big enough for one person to crawl through. After my rebirth, I’d made sure my adoptive parents prepared early before I left to find the Ashfords. But this place—with its fortress built by the Ashford family’s own hands and abundant supplies—was the safest option. Bringing them here was the right choice. When I reached my adoptive parents’ house, they looked surprised to see me and quickly pulled me inside. “Sophia, what are you doing back? Did the Ashfords treat you badly?” “Mom, Dad, I came to take you somewhere safe.” Mr.Parker and Mrs. Parker had raised me with love and even encouraged me to find my biological family. Now it was my turn to protect them. I kept it brief, not wanting to worry them. I just said I needed to bring them to a shelter. My parents packed a few changes of clothes and followed me without question. By the time we reached the mountain path, it was already getting dark. As we approached the cave entrance, I suddenly spotted a figure nearby. I quickly pulled Mom and Dad behind some trees. I looked closer. It was Nina! My heart jumped. What was she doing here? Had she seen the summer snow and actually started to believe the Freeze was real?

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