I am the Alpha king, the strongest werewolf in existence. I took the last purebred Silver Wolf as my mate. But the child she bore wasn’t a Silver Wolf. Wasn’t an Alpha either. It was an omega that couldn’t even shift. Still, my Luna cradled it lovingly. Asking me if we should name our son Kane or Raven. I stayed silent for a long moment. “Rejection.” My Luna froze. “What did you call him?” “I said,” I raised my voice, “I’m rejecting you as my mate!” The room erupted. Elena was the Silver Wolf Princess, highest bloodline in existence. Outside the hall, Alphas and Elders from every pack filled the space. Elena’s expression twisted. “Slade, if you don’t like so many guests, I’ll send them away. Don’t joke like this, please.” I stood, grabbing her arm to drag her outside. “I’m not joking.” “We’re going to the Moon Altar right now to break the bond.” Humans get married with papers and divorce with signatures. Werewolves are more complicated. On mating day, names are carved into the Moon Stone, sealing the bond. To reject your mate, you need to erase the names on the Moon Stone. But it isn’t just erasing two names. The one at fault gets punished by the Moon Goddess. Elena looked hurt. “Slade, you can reject me if you want, but tell me what I did wrong first.” I said nothing, glancing at the pup in her arms. After years as mates, one look was enough for her to understand. Elena’s eyes widened. “It’s because of the pup? Just because I gave birth to an omega pup?” When she first got pregnant, I’d said every day our child would be a Silver Wolf or an Alpha. Not just me. Everyone thought so. My father was the strongest Alpha. My mother was the Moon Priestess. Both bloodlines were legendary. Elena’s lineage needed no explanation—there wasn’t a creature alive that could harm her except the Moon Goddess. Our child was famous before it was even born. But when she finally gave birth. It was just a weak omega. No shift ability, no inner wolf. Its tail was even half-formed. Seeing I didn’t deny it, every guest stared in shock. They say Alpha king should love all pups, even others’ children, treating them like their own. The first to call me out was my beta, Jax. “Alpha Slade, Luna Elena is about to cry. Apologize to her.” “Don’t forget Luna Elena went to the Northern Wastes to find the Fertility Herb, and she got attacked by rogues. She fought them off, but the wound on her shoulder still hasn’t healed.” “She nearly died giving birth. Almost lost her life. How can you break her heart like this?” Elena was a Silver Wolf, but she had trouble conceiving. We’d had a few pregnancies before. All miscarriages. To carry this pup to term, she went to find the Fertility Herb herself. I glanced at him coldly. “I didn’t even know about her shoulder wound. How did you?” Jax’s face went pale, stammering without an answer. “My Alpha, don’t blame him.” Elena stepped forward. “When I came back that day, I collapsed at the door from blood loss. Jax found me.” She finished. A few more pack members stepped forward, saying they witnessed it too. Their words made me look jealous and petty. The other Elders didn’t approve of my behavior either. “Alpha Slade, you’re the king of all alphas. How can you still be this jealous?” “Everyone knows how much Luna Elena loves you. Back then, she endured silver burns for you. How can you doubt her like this? It’s hurtful.” “And about the pup. Just because you’re an Alpha doesn’t mean your child has to be one too, right? ” “Enough.” Elena looked displeased at them defending me. “Thank you all for your concern, but this is pack business. Please say no more.” Her words. Made everyone resent me even more. When Elena turned back to me, her tone softened. “My Alpha, I know you wanted an Alpha heir. It’s okay. We can have another.” “You’re upset the pup isn’t strong. It’s fine. If he’s not, we’ll make him one. With your power and mine, we can make it.” The other Elders offered solutions too. Some promised rare herbs to boost power. Others recommended sacred training grounds. As if with one nod from me, this runt would transform into a legendary alpha tomorrow. Seeing I was unmoved by their suggestions. Elena grew more anxious. “My Alpha, just tell me what you want! I can give you anything!” I stared at her for a long moment. “You’ll give me anything I want?” Elena nodded firmly. “I want my pup.” Each word sharp. “Give me back my real pup.”

A flicker of panic crossed Elena’s perfect face. She pushed the pup forward. “My Alpha, this is our pup.” I looked at the pup coldly. “This isn’t my pup. This is someone else’s.” Elena looked shocked. “My Alpha, what do you mean? Did someone switch the pups during the birth?” Before I could respond, she called out urgently: “Someone! Bring me the midwife who delivered my pup. I need to question her about what she did.” In less than 10 minutes, the midwife appeared. After hearing the situation, she dropped to her knees. “I’m innocent! This is the pup Luna Elena gave birth to! And I wasn’t the only one there that day. Many pack members were present during the delivery.” The midwife quickly named several witnesses. All were Elena’s close friends who’d stayed in the room during labor, worried something might go wrong. Now, they stepped forward to confirm they’d seen this pup come from Elena’s body with their own eyes. Everyone’s gaze fell on me again. Their expressions seemed to say how could there be a father like me in this world? Just because the pup didn’t meet my expectations, I wanted to abandon my mate and child. Some hot-tempered wolves openly cursed me for being ungrateful. I bit my lip. “Just because it came from her body means it’s mine?” “Slade, are you accusing Elena of infidelity?” Even the High Elder couldn’t stand it anymore. “If that’s the case, we’ll use the Blood Stone. Let’s see whose pup this really is.” The High Elder gave the order, and someone immediately retrieved the stone from the vault. Under everyone’s watchful eyes, Elena cut the pup’s paw and let blood drip onto the stone. Then she cut her own finger and added her blood. The two drops made the stone glow red. This proved a blood connection. After Elena’s test, it was my turn. I did the same. After a moment, the Blood Stone glowed red. Seeing this, Elena breathed a sigh of relief. “My Alpha, now do you believe this is our pup?” I stared at the stone in disbelief. “No, that’s impossible…” No werewolf can fail to sense whether a pup is their own. This weak pup had no trace of my scent. Why didn’t anyone else notice? Even the Blood Stone confirmed it was my pup. Was I wrong? “How is it impossible?” Jax spoke up. “Everyone knows the Blood Stone never lies. Alpha, have you been too exhausted lately? Are you hallucinating? Let me take you back to rest. Stop slandering the Luna.” His hand barely touched my arm. I shoved him away hard. “This isn’t my pup! It’s not! Stay away from me!” Elena helped Jax up, then yelled at me: “Slade, how long are you going to keep this up? We have witnesses, we have the Blood Stone—why won’t you believe this is our pup? Have you lost your mind?” Not just her—everyone looked at me like I was insane. I wasn’t insane. But panic was drowning me. To find the truth, I’d have to go there.

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Ten years ago, a bridge I built collapsed, killing dozens. My parents called me a murderer and disowned me. The victims’ families poured gasoline over me, threatening to burn me alive. I served ten years in prison. When I got out, I changed my name and worked as a barista at a coffee shop in a small city. Life was quiet and peaceful. Just when I thought it would stay that way forever, my ex-wife Isabella Foster showed up. The architectural firm she founded had gone public years ago and was now at the peak of her career. Reporters crowded around her, shoving cameras in my face. “Mr. Reid, Ms. Foster has been engaged to you for ten years but never married. She’s been waiting for you all along!” I almost laughed out loud. What they didn’t know was that ten years ago, Isabella let her lover bribe his way onto my construction team for kickbacks. When the accident happened, she let me take the fall. – Under the flashing lights, Isabella’s face remained as cold and composed as ever. My boss was thrilled. He rushed over asking for an autograph and a photo. Seeing I didn’t react, he turned and shouted at me: “Mark, come take a picture with Ms. Foster! She’s the youngest CEO in the world! If we get a photo with her, our shop will go viral. I’ll give you a raise!” When my boss yelled that, my hands froze while I was washing dishes. I didn’t look up. But the reporters noticed me immediately and swarmed over. “Mr. Reid, so you’ve been hiding out in a coffee shop this whole time! You used to be a world-famous architect, and now you’re working as a waiter here. Doesn’t that bother you?” “We heard your ex-wife has been waiting for you all these years and keeps putting off her wedding. What do you think about that?” I ignored the microphones shoved in my face and kept working, but my hands were shaking badly as I held the cups. I’d seen what Isabella was capable of. I didn’t believe for a second she had any real feelings for me—I was just on guard. The standoff dragged on until Isabella walked over and shielded me from the reporters’ cameras. Her expression was serious. “This is between me and my ex-husband. We’re not doing interviews. Please leave.” Then she turned to me, her expression shifting — hard to read. “Marcus. It’s been a while.” Hearing her voice again after all these years made my hands shake even harder. A coffee cup slipped from my grip and smashed on the floor. A shard of ceramic cut my hand, and blood dripped from my fingers. Isabella grabbed my hand, frowning. “How can you be so careless?” I jerked my hand away and turned to my boss Gavin Barnes. “Gavin, I’m so sorry. I’ll clean this up right away. Just deduct the cup from my paycheck!” Before Gavin could respond, a cheerful voice called from the entrance: “Bella, what are you doing here? You left without saying a word. Mom, Dad, and I were worried about you!” I looked toward the voice and saw a man with an easy smile walk in. He pulled Isabella into his arms naturally and kissed her temple. Ryan Cameron. He was the one responsible for the bridge collapse ten years ago — and he was also Isabella’s fiancé. Behind him stood my own parents, the ones who’d disowned me ten years before. Ryan glanced at me with a contemptuous smile. “Marcus. Been a while.” He let that land. “Oh, and your parents took me in as their godson, so I guess we’re brothers now!” I glanced at my parents behind him. They’d aged so much. Compared to ten years ago, their backs were slightly hunched, and their hair had turned completely white. My chest went tight. I wondered how they’d feel if they knew their precious godson was the one who’d actually sent their real son to prison. My father saw me and scoffed. “Ryan is our only son. Murderers like you, who let people die for money, make me sick!” My mother’s voice was even harsher. “Bella, why would you come looking for scum like him?” After my parents spoke, everyone in the shop, including Gavin, stared at me with strange looks. I turned away and fought back the pain. I couldn’t bear to look at them. Isabella sighed. “Don’t blame your parents. What happened back then really broke them.” She pulled out an embossed business card and handed it to me. “I owe you far too much. If you ever need anything, just call me.”

I didn’t refuse Isabella’s business card. Rather, I just took it politely like I would from any regular customer, then set it aside without thinking much about it. I didn’t believe Isabella had come looking for me on purpose, and honestly, I had no desire to see her again. That changed three days later when Gavin called. “Mark, I’m really sorry. I had no idea you used to be such a big deal. Having an architect like you making coffee at my place? That’s just a waste of your talent.” “I’ll count this month as full attendance and transfer your salary to your card shortly. Starting tomorrow, just take a rest—you don’t need to come anymore.” Before I could get a word in, he quickly hung up. I tried calling him back, confused, but he’d already blocked me. Right then, I got a notification about my paycheck. Gavin had sent me $2,100—with an extra $900 on top, and a short message. “Consider the extra $900 my apology. We’re a small business and can’t afford trouble. Please don’t come back.” My stomach sank. I knew immediately this was Isabella’s doing. Sure enough, Isabella called. “Mark, there’s nothing I can do to overturn your conviction. I hope you understand that. But I’ll make it up to you any other way.” “Working as a barista is too hard for you. I already put in your resignation for you. I also bought you a villa in Harbor City. Move there and help Ryan with his work. He’s still young and not as skilled with architectural design as you are. I’ll pay you $20,000 a month.” My fists clenched so hard my knuckles cracked. Who did she think she was? What gave her the right to push me into hell with her own hands, let everyone attack me, make me lose everyone who mattered, and then waltz back in like some savior to destroy the quiet life I’d built? What made her think she could just arrange everything for me? Help Ryan? She just wanted Ryan to take all my credit. Isabella’s words made me sick. I forced down my anger and spoke through gritted teeth. “Thanks for the offer, Ms. Foster, but I have my own life now. Please stop messing with it.” Isabella went quiet for a long time before she finally spoke. “Marcus, stop fighting me on this. You’re a brilliant architect. The only time you’re actually happy is when you’ve got blueprints in front of you. I handle the money, you handle the genius part. What’s the problem?” “If you’re going to let your pride get in the way, fine. But don’t think I don’t have other options.” She hung up right after that, and something about it made me uneasy. By that afternoon, I knew exactly what she had in mind. Without my job at Gavin’s, I spent the whole day running all over the city looking for work. But no matter where I went, even places that were desperate for help, everyone was polite but they all turned me down. I had no choice but to head back home. When I got there, my landlord was waiting by the door. She was a sweet old lady. When I’d first moved in and didn’t have much money, she let me skip a month’s rent so I could focus on finding work. Whenever she cooked something, she’d bring me some. But right now, she stood there with red, watery eyes. When she saw me, she grabbed my hand. Her voice shook. “Mark, thank God you’re back! I’m so sorry. I can’t rent to you anymore. Please don’t be mad at me. I don’t have a choice.” “Some important people from the city came around. If I keep renting to you, my son—he’ll… he’ll…” She started crying before she could finish. I didn’t want to make things harder for her, so I packed up my stuff and moved out that same night. So this was Isabella’s idea of compensation. Destroy what little I had, then swoop in and play the generous savior. What a joke.

The day I moved out, Isabella showed up in town. She looked thinner than she had a few days ago, with dark circles under her eyes. She clearly hadn’t been sleeping. She’d brought a moving company with her and started directing them to pack up my things. Acted like we’d never gotten divorced, like she was just picking up her husband and bringing him home. When we got to her place, she handed me a glass of sparkling water and said, “You’ve always been so tense. Try to relax.” I took the glass from her without saying anything and had a small sip. I set the glass down. “Ms. Foster, the past is the past. If you really wanted to make things right, you shouldn’t have just shown up like this without asking.” Isabella froze. For just a second she almost looked wounded. “Mark. Stop being difficult.” “I know you’re bitter about all this, but it’s just the first step. I’ll find someone to take the blame for you, and then I’ll work on clearing your name bit by bit. I know you don’t like Ryan. I’ll keep him out of your way. Just take a rest for now.” Her voice was soft, but I knew exactly what she meant. She wasn’t giving me a choice. She wasn’t asking. What she wanted was to keep me completely under her control. But Ryan wasn’t going to stay away like she promised. The day I finished moving in, Isabella had barely stepped through the door when Ryan burst in with a whole crew of reporters behind him. “Bella, I heard Mr. Reid was here. Why didn’t you tell me?” “What he did back then was wrong, sure, but everyone’s gotta make a living. I hope Mr. Reid has learned his lesson and will turn his life around!” Ryan stood there in front of the cameras, shamelessly spouting off when he was the one who’d actually done wrong. Then he handed me a bank card. “Just a little something from me. You’re a veteran in the architecture world, and you’re my fiancée’s ex-husband, so please, don’t refuse. And if you’re ever struggling financially, don’t hesitate to reach out.” He really put on a performance. By that afternoon, news about me had spread all over Harbor City. “Engineer Behind Bridge Collapse Returns, Wealthy Ex-Wife Generously Takes Him In!” “Killer Welcomed Back to High Society, How Can the Dead Rest in Peace?” Just like that, Isabella became the entrepreneur with a heart of gold, and Ryan turned into the understanding, magnanimous fiancé. While me? I was the only one thrown back into the public eye and condemned by everyone. I didn’t know if Ryan did it on purpose or not, but somehow my address got leaked. From that day on, victims’ families and angry protesters showed up outside my apartment every single day. Three days later, my parents came too. It was the first time in ten years they’d sought me out. Part of me still hoped as I stood there watching the parents who’d raised me in my doorway. “Mom, Dad, come inside.” I stepped back to let them in. But my dad just glared at me and scoffed. “Hah! Like we’d set foot in a murderer’s house!” My mom leaned against the doorframe, looking exhausted. “Mark, we really can’t forgive you for what you did back then.” “You can’t keep making the same mistakes. Please, we’re begging you. Ryan really loves Isabella, and you two are divorced now. Stop hanging around her.” “Ryan’s a good kid. He’s too polite to say it himself, so we’re saying it for him. Leave Harbor City. If you insist on staying, don’t blame us when your father and I find a way to make you go.” Mom’s voice was as gentle as always. That gentle voice used to sing me lullabies and put me to sleep night after night. But now every word hit like a gut punch.

I stared at them in disbelief. “Dad, Mom, you never believed me even once this whole time?” “If I said Ryan was behind all of this—everything that’s happened to me—would you believe me?” Before I could finish, my dad slapped me across the face. “You bastard! Even now, you’re trying to drag Ryan’s name through the mud!” Isabella had come to drop something off and saw the whole thing. She rushed over in a panic, trying to explain. Right then, her phone rang. It was her assistant. “Ms. Foster, we have a problem! Mr. Cameron got drunk and he’s at the hospital getting an IV!” When they heard that, Isabella and my parents looked panicked. They completely forgot about me, piled into the car, and drove off. I actually laughed as I watched them leave. I laughed until tears streamed down my face. It turned out that whether they were threatening me or pretending to care, no matter how much pain I was in, none of it mattered when Ryan needed them. I thought that would be the end of it. After all, these ten years had taught me one lesson. I couldn’t expect anything from my parents or from Isabella. But I didn’t expect my parents to move so fast. One day, when I went out shopping, some of the victims’ families tracked me down. They knocked me out with metal pipes and dragged me away. When I woke up, I found myself stuffed inside a burlap sack. Through a gap in the fabric, I could see I was somewhere near a river. The man leading them kicked me hard in the stomach. “Fuck, you murderer! We weren’t even looking for you and you dared to come back!” His words set everyone off. “Give me back my son! He was only 19, just started college! You animal!” “It’s all because of you! You cut corners and killed my mother! I want you dead!” They beat me from every side. I tried to explain, but a gag was stuffed in my mouth. All I could make were muffled noises. When they grew tired, the leader spoke. “You owe us so many lives. Even cutting you to pieces wouldn’t be enough! Now that we’ve got you, you’re gonna pay with your life!” The moment he finished, I heard metal pipes whistling through the air. Then waves of unbearable pain crashed over me. I lost count of the blows. Each one landed harder than I thought I could bear. I passed out — only for them to douse me with water to wake me up. I could feel my bones breaking one by one. Finally, as I slipped in and out of consciousness, they tied rocks to me and threw me into the river. Freezing water closed in from all sides. I couldn’t breathe; my lungs felt like they would burst. I closed my eyes in despair and waited for death. Maybe it was better this way. My life had been nothing but pain. I was so tired. I just wanted to rest. Right when I was about to black out, a pair of strong hands grabbed me. Fresh air flooded back into my lungs.

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Ten years into my marriage, I, Hugh Baker, stumbled upon a paternity test on my wife’s computer, something I’d never known existed. It declared that the son I’d raised for a decade, Zack Baker, wasn’t my biological child. “Honey, what are you still doing in the study so late?” It was Lilith Wells, my wife. Her voice startled me. In a panic, I closed the document, but she had already seen it. She looked at me with a dark expression. “Don’t you trust me, honey?” I opened the paternity test report and confronted her about it. But she immediately shut down the computer and turned the tables on me, accusing me of not respecting her privacy. Watching her walk away, I realized how strange our ten-year marriage had become. I calmly opened the drawer and tore up the tenth-anniversary gift I had prepared long ago. … I pulled open the bottom drawer, where a signed share transfer agreement was kept. I had planned to give her 15% of the company on our wedding anniversary tomorrow as a tenth-year gift. But now, it seemed unnecessary. I took out the document and tore it apart, piece by piece. The scraps fell into the trash, mixing with the wrapping paper for the anniversary gift I had prepared. I looked at those gifts again. The joy I once felt was gone. All that remained was nausea. When I returned to the bedroom, Lilith was already in bed, as if nothing had happened. I stood at the door for a long time, watching her sleeping back, then turned and went to the guest room. I didn’t sleep all night. The next morning, I was woken up by Lilith. The next morning, Lilith woke me with a sharp knock. She stood at the guest room door, anger written all over her face. “Hugh, what’s this supposed to mean? Sleeping in the guest room?” I sat up and looked at her. It’s a face I had seen for ten years, yet now it felt completely unfamiliar. “I need some space.” Her face turned red, and she stormed off in a huff. “Like I care.” After Lilith went to work, I made breakfast as usual. Zack sat at the dining table, drinking milk. “Dad, you look pale.” I stroked his hair, soft and slightly curly, just like Lilith’s. Over the years, many people had said that they looked alike. “I didn’t sleep well last night. Hurry up and eat, or you’ll be late.” On the way to school, my mind kept drifting. At a red light, I turned around and pretended to fix his collar. From the back of his head, I plucked a strand of hair. “You’ve got a gray hair. Dad will take it out.” I slipped the hair into the small notebook I always carried. Watching Zack walk into the school, I went to the paternity testing center. “I need an expedited test. How soon can I get the results?” “Normally, it takes five working days. If you rush it, it will be before 4PM today. The fee is triple.” “Expedite it.” When I handed in the sample, my hands were a little shaky. After taking my oral cells, I sat in the waiting area, staring at the clock on the wall as it ticked away. During this time, I contacted a private detective. “I want to investigate my wife, Lilith Wells, especially her whereabouts in the past few months.” At 3:40 PM, my phone rang. The results were ready. I clicked open the electronic report and went straight to the end. “Based on DNA analysis, the probability of a parent-child relationship between Hugh Baker and Zack Baker is 0.0001%. According to genetic marker analysis, Hugh Baker is not the biological father of Zack Baker.”

I thought I was ready, yet the words still punched the air out of me. I steadied myself against the wall and slid to the floor. Not my child. The boy I had raised for nine years carried none of my blood. Then where was my child? I drove straight to the maternity hospital where Lilith had given birth. The obstetrician who had delivered my child was now head of the department. I went straight to the point. “Dr Roger, I need my wife’s full delivery file, charts, notes, everything.” Her smile faltered. “It’s been so long. Records are archived off-site.” After a while, the staff finally produced a thin manila folder. I flipped through it but found the records so brief, listing only the admission and discharge times, the mode of delivery, and the newborn’s weight. No labor progression sheet, no nursing hand-over, no pediatrician’s check. “That’s all?” She apologized. “I’m sorry, but paper records are only kept for ten years. Your wife’s is almost expired.” “What about footprints? Heel-prick blood card?” She shook her head. “Those should be in the neonatal records, but we couldn’t find them.” Obviously, something was off. A gaping hole where a life should have been documented. A son who looked like my wife and nothing like me. My phone buzzed. It was Lilith. “Where are you? I’ve already picked Zack up.” I had lost track of time. Luckily, I had told the teacher beforehand. “I’m running errands outside. Be home soon.” I hung up before she could ask more. After dinner, I lied to them, saying I had a migraine and escaped to the guest room. In the living room, Lilith was helping Zack with his homework. Their voices drifted faintly down the hall. “Mom, is Dad mad at me?” “He’s just tired. Finish your work and sleep.” When the house fell silent, I searched the entire place. Our bedroom, living room, Zack’s room, and everywhere else. Still, I got no clue. Finally, I shifted my gaze to the computer. I believed the truth was there for me to find. I was closing a document when Lilith appeared. “Still up?” “Clearing old files.” I turned off the monitor as I answered. She lingered for a moment, as if she wanted to say something. In the end, she only nodded. “Get some rest.” I sat in the dark, listening to her footsteps fade. That night, I didn’t open the computer again. My thoughts were a mess as I lay awake in bed. At dawn, I sent her to drop Zack off at school. She glanced at me and then complained to Zack. “See? Your dad’s just lazy. Good thing your mom spoils him.” The moment the gate clicked, I sprinted to the study. I opened the computer and typed in the possible password, our wedding anniversary. Password denied. Her birthday. Wrong. Zack’s birthday. Still wrong. I tried the date we first met, her mother’s birthday, even the company’s founding day. Still, nothing. The system prompted me to try again in fifteen minutes. I sat in the chair, staring at the screen. We had picked the computer together, but I didn’t have the access now. That night, Lilith came home, peeling off her coat. “I’m leaving for a business trip to Portle tomorrow. Not sure how long I’ll be gone.” I came out of the kitchen with a dish. “That’s so sudden. Who are you going with?” She placed her briefcase between us like a barrier, turning back at me. “It was arranged last minute. Hugh… can you not do this?”

I stared at her in silence, wondering why a casual question had caused such a strong reaction. “You always have to ask about everything, and suspect everyone. I’m just going to work.” I turned to serve the rice, my hand trembling slightly. “I’m just asking.” She didn’t respond, walking straight into the bedroom. Dinner was finished in silence. Zack seemed to sense something and, for once, didn’t pick at his food. After her shower, Lilith picked up her coat from the sofa to hang it up. A receipt fell from her pocket, landing at my feet. After she left, I picked it up and took a look. It was a receipt for an expensive perfume, purchased the previous afternoon. I had never heard of the perfume’s name, but I knew it wasn’t for me. In ten years of marriage, Lilith had never given me a gift. I used to make excuses for her, saying she wasn’t romantic and was too busy with work. Now it seemed she wasn’t incapable of romance; she just wasn’t romantic with me. I jotted down the information on the receipt. The next morning, as soon as Lilith left for the airport, I called the counter. “I’d like to check this invoice, yes, from yesterday afternoon.” “Just a moment. Got it. The purchaser is Mr. Stan Herbert.” Stan Herbert. The name rang a bell. Lilith’s secretary, a divorced man in his thirties, had been hired half a year ago. On my way to the airport, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to confirm. Maybe the perfume was for a client, or maybe I was just overthinking things. I waited outside the international departure hall for half an hour before I saw Lilith and him. Stan, in a beige trench coat and dragging a small suitcase, walked over with Lilith. Lilith’s face wore a relaxed smile I hadn’t seen in a long time. Then, in front of the security checkpoint, Stan stopped and reached out to adjust Lilith’s collar as if it were a habit. She didn’t flinch. He leaned down and whispered something into her ear. Lilith laughed, then stood on her tiptoes and kissed him on the lips. Her hand lingered on his waist for a little while before they parted, as if it were second nature. The last shred of self-deception I clung to vanished in an instant. It turned out there was a reason for those late nights at work and the impatient looks she gave me. As I watched their intimate figures, suspicion began to gnaw at me. Could Zack have anything to do with this man? On my way back, I called the private detective I had hired a few days earlier. “Help me look into a man. Name’s Stan Herbert. I want to know everything about him, especially whether he has a child.” The detective moved fast. By the next afternoon, I received the report. Stan Herbert. Thirty-two. Divorced five years ago. Has a ten-year-old son. William Herbert. Studies at an elementary school in the west district. That date suddenly caught my eye. His son was born only one week after Zack. For the first time in ten years, I felt the blood rush to my head. I sat on the sofa, gripping the report. Then a thought struck me. I rushed into the study. My finger hovered over the keyboard before slowly typing in Stan’s birthday. The desktop unlocked. Only one folder sat there—“Work Backup.” I clicked on it, and inside were subfolders neatly organized by year, starting eleven years ago. The earliest folder contained scanned old photos. Lilith and Stan, in school uniforms, stood under a locust tree. Nineteen-year-old Lilith was smiling, her hand resting on his shoulder. Stan, with short hair, looked up at her. The next photo was from college, in the library. The one after that was their graduation photo, both in academic gowns, holding hands. That same year, Lilith told me the company was in trouble. We canceled our anniversary trip. I closed the folder, feeling a bit nauseous. A decade of deception. Looking at the wallpaper of our wedding photo on the screen, I felt a wave of disgust. At three in the afternoon, I drove to the west of the city. The primary school was even older than the detective had described. The school bell rang, and children poured out of the gate. I sat in the car, gripping the steering wheel. He walked out alone, with no one to pick him up. He looked around, then slowly made his way down the sidewalk. I held my breath. That child, William. No, he was my child. The way he walked was a bit like mine, with a slight pigeon-toed gait. When he raised his hand to adjust his hair, I saw a birthmark on his wrist, in the same spot as mine. I saw dust on his eyelashes, his lips a bit dry, and the edges of his shoes coming undone. His eyes were hollow, not like those of a ten-year-old. I covered my mouth to keep from making a sound. He walked away, disappearing around the corner. I broke down and cried, my face buried in the steering wheel. For that child walking home alone, for the ten years of misplaced life, and for living like a fool in a play arranged by others. Then I wiped my tears and started the car. In the law firm, I placed the USB drive in front of Mr. Stuart. It contained backups of all the photos, the paternity test report, scanned medical records, the perfume receipt, and information on Stan and William. “I want a divorce,” I said. “I want her out with nothing. I want custody of the child. And I want her to pay for what she’s done.” As I walked out of the law firm, I remembered what Lilith had said when she proposed ten years ago. “Hugh, I’ll give you a lifetime free of worries.” Turns out, her “lifetime” was only ten years. No, maybe even less. I took out my phone and called the company’s second-largest shareholder, my father’s old colleague. “Mr. Wince, about next week’s board meeting… there are a few things I’d like to discuss in advance.” Lilith must have forgotten. This company carries the Baker name.

She became the general manager because I had persuaded my father to give her a chance. I could elevate her, and I could also make her fall hard. Two weeks after Lilith left, I liquidated everything under my name that could be turned into cash. These days, I spent every afternoon near the primary school in the west of the city. One rainy day, he didn’t have an umbrella. After he waited under the eaves of the school’s convenience store for half an hour, he ran home in the rain. I sat in my car, the rain blurring the windows. On Friday afternoon, I arrived near the school early. When I saw William come out, I got out of the car and pretended to be a passerby. The folder in my hand “accidentally” dropped in front of him. He paused, then bent down to pick it up for me. “Thank you, little one. Is your mom not here yet?” He shook his head. “Mom’s working overtime today.” “So how will you get home?” “By bus,” he replied. I pulled out an unopened bottle of mineral water from my bag and handed it to him. “Have some water.” He hesitated for a moment, then took it and whispered. “Thank you.” I noticed he had a habit of pursing his lips when he spoke, just like me. His eyes were similar too, hidden double eyelids, with slightly downturned corners. “Does your mom often work overtime?” He nodded, then shook his head. “Yeah, sometimes.” “What about your dad?” He didn’t speak, just looked down at his shoes. The edges of his sneakers were fraying, and the shoelace on his left foot was broken. I didn’t ask further and took out two hundred dollars from my wallet, pressing it into his hand. “Poor kids. Do buy yourself a new pair of shoes.” He took a step back. “No Sir, I can’t accept it.” “Consider it a thank-you for helping me with the folder.” I told him, slipping the money into the side pocket of his school bag before walking away. After a few steps, I looked back. He looked a bit bewildered. That night, I stood at the door of Zack’s room. He was playing with the new Lego set Lilith had bought him, a limited-edition spaceship model that was quite expensive. “Dad? What’s wrong?” I went in and stroked his hair. “Did you finish your homework?” “I finished it early.” He showed me the model in his hands. “Mom said if I get into the top ten in the midterm exam, she’ll take me to Disneyland.” I smiled. “That’s great.” The moment I turned around, my smile disappeared. The different attitudes Lilith had towards the two boys felt like a thorn in my heart. My own son, wearing shoes with fraying edges, took the bus alone, while this child enjoyed everything. After a two-week business trip, Lilith finally came home. She put down her suitcase and asked directly. “Where’s Zack? Why is it so quiet?” “I enrolled him in a tutoring class. Two hours in the evening.” “Why? He’s only in the fourth grade.” I didn’t answer, but smelled the perfume on her. She came over to hug me, but I stepped aside. “Who did you have dinner with?” Her expression froze, and she became impatient. “Hugh, you’re being suspicious again. Can’t you stop this?” Suddenly, I found it laughable. Only now did I realize how poor her acting was. I took out an envelope from the drawer of the coffee table, slowly pulled out the photos, and laid them on the table. Lilith’s face turned gloomy. She picked up one of the photos and threw it back on the table. “Did you follow me?” “Does it matter?” I smiled. “What matters is, what would happen if these photos appeared at the board meeting, or were sent to your clients?” She collapsed onto the sofa opposite me, covering her face with her hands. “What do you want?” I stared at her, my voice flat. “First, fire Stan and ensure you never see him again. Second, tell me what happened at the hospital ten years ago.” She stood up, furious. “You’re crazy. Just because of a few photos?” My voice was cold. “Lilith, don’t forget that the company bears my family name. You have what you have today because of me. And I can take it back.” I almost softened, but I thought of William’s shoes with fraying edges, and of him waiting alone for the rain to stop. “For the sake of ten years of marriage and our child, as long as you do as I say, we can continue this life. After all, we still have Zack.” I said, turning and going to the bedroom to get a document, handing it to her. A cancer diagnosis report.

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I am the world’s only Sliver Wolf, mated to the most powerful Alpha king. But the child I gave birth wasn’t a Sliver Wolf. Wasn’t an Alpha either. It was weak that couldn’t even shift into human form. Even so, Alpha Kael cradles it like treasure. Asking me if we should name our daughter Pearl or Daisy. I stayed silent for a long moment. “Rejection.” Alpha Kael froze. “What?” “I said,” I raised my voice, “I’m rejecting you as my mate!” The room erupted. Kael was the king of Alphas, the strongest alpha in existence. Outside the hall, Alphas and Lunas from every pack filled the space. Kael’s expression changed instantly. “Scarlett, if you don’t like so many guests, I’ll send them away. Don’t joke like this, please.” I stood, grabbing his arm to drag him outside. “I’m not joking.” “We’re going to the Moon Altar right now to break the bond.” Humans get married with papers and divorce with signatures. Werewolves are more complicated. On mating day, names are carved into the Moon Stone, sealing the bond. To reject your mate, you need to erase the names on th Moon Stone. But it isn’t just erasing two names. The one at fault gets punished by the Moon Goddess. Kael looked hurt. “Scarlett, you can reject me if you want, but tell me what I did wrong first.” I said nothing, glancing at the pup in his arms. After years as mates, one look was enough for him to understand. Kael’s eyes widened. “It’s because of the pup? Just because it’s not the Sliver Wolf you wanted?” When I first got pregnant, I told everyone every that the child in my belly would be a Sliver Wolf. And it wasn’t just me. Everyone believed it. After all, I was born a pure Sliver Wolf with huge power already in my blood. And Kael? The strongest alpha in the world. There’s nothing in heaven or earth that can hurt him except the Moon Goddess herself. Our child was famous before it was even born. But when I finally gave birth. It was just a weak werewolf. Not enough power to shift into human form. Not even a full tail. Seeing I didn’t deny it, every guest stared in shock. They say Luna should love all pups, even others’ children, treating them like their own. The first one to attack me is my maid, Bella. “Luna Scarlett, Alpha Kael is heartbroken. Please apologize to him.” “Don’t forget Alpha Kael went to the Northern Wastes to find the Fertility Herb for you, and he got attacked by rogues. He fought them off, but the wound on his shoulder still hasn’t healed.” “After the pup was born, he was afraid you’d be too tired, so he took care of it himself. He never left your side. How can you break his heart like this?” I glanced at her coldly. “I didn’t even know about his shoulder wound. How did you?” Bella’s face turns red. She stammers and can’t get a word out. “Scarlett, don’t blame her.” Kael stepped forward. “When I came back that day, I collapsed at the door from blood loss. Bella found me.” After he finishes speaking… A few more maids stepped forward, saying they witnessed it too. Their words made me look jealous and petty. The other Elders didn’t approve of my behavior either. “Luna Scarlett, I know women get sensitive after giving birth. But you’re the Luna of Sliver Moon Pack. How can you still be this jealous?” “Everyone knows how much Alpha Kael loves you. Back then, he endured sliver burns for you. How can you doubt him like this? It’s hurtful.” “And about the pup. You can’t expect every pup to be a Sliver Wolf just because you are. Since the beginning of time, there have only been Five Sliver Wolves total. ” “Enough.” Kael looked displeased at them attacking me. “Thank you all for your concern, but this is family business. Please say no more.” His words. Made everyone resent me even more. When Kael turned back to me, his tone softened. “Scarlett, I know you just gave birth. Your emotions are all over the place. But I promise I only love you. I will only ever love you.” “Although the pup isn’t a Sliver Wolf, with our strength, we can help her become a powerful werewolf.” The other Elders offered solutions too. Some promised rare herbs to boost power. Others recommended sacred training grounds. As if with one nod from me, this runt would transform into a powerful werewolf tomorrow. Seeing I was unmoved by their suggestions. Kael grew more anxious. “Scarlett, just tell me what you want! I can give you anything!” I stared at him for a long moment. “You’ll give me anything I want?” Kael nodded firmly. “I want my pup.” Each word sharp. “Give me back my real pup.”

A flicker of panic crossed Kael’s handsome face. He pushed the pup forward. “Scarlett, this is our pup.” I looked at the pup coldly. “This isn’t my pup. This is someone else’s.” Kael looked shocked. “Scarlett, what do you mean? Did someone switch the pups during the birth?” Before I could respond, he yelled. “Someone! Bring me the midwife who delivered my pup. I need to question her about what she did.” In less than 10 minutes, the midwife appeared. After hearing the situation, she dropped to her knees. “I’m innocent! This is the pup Luna scarlett gave birth to! And I wasn’t the only one there that day. Many pack members were present during the delivery.” The midwife quickly named several witnesses. They’re all friends of mine. They were worried about me during the birth, so they stayed in the room with me. Now those friends step forward. They all confirm they saw this pup come out of my body. Everyone’s gaze fell on me again. Their expressions seemed to say how could there be a mom like me in this world? Just because the pup didn’t meet my expectations, I wanted to abandon my mate and child. Some hot-tempered wolves openly cursed me for being ungrateful. I bit my lip. “Just because it came from my body means it’s mine?” “Scarlett, are you accusing Kael of infidelity?” Even the High Elder couldn’t stand it anymore. “If that’s the case, we’ll use the Blood Stone. Let’s see whose pup this really is.” The High Elder gave the order, and someone immediately retrieved the stone from the vault. With everyone watching, Kael cut the pup’s paw and let blood drip onto the stone. Then he cuts his own finger and adds his blood. The two drops made the stone glow red. This proved a blood connection. After Kael’s test, it was my turn. I did the same. After a moment, the Blood Stone glowed red. Seeing this, Kael breathed a sigh of relief. “Scarlett, now do you believe this is our pup?” I stared at the stone in disbelief. “No, that’s impossible…” No mom can fail to sense whether a pup is their own. This weak pup had no trace of my scent. Why didn’t anyone else notice? Even the Blood Stone confirmed it was my pup. Was I wrong? “How is it impossible?” Bella spoke up. “Everyone knows the Blood Stone never lies. Luna, have you been too exhausted lately? Are you hallucinating? Let me take you back to rest. Don’t humiliate the Alpha King any more.” Her hand barely touched my arm. I shoved her away hard. “This isn’t my pup! It’s not! Stay away from me!” Kael helped Bella up, then yelled at me: “Scarlett, how long are you going to keep this up? We have witnesses, we have the Blood Stone—why won’t you believe this is our pup? Have you lost your mind?” Not just kael—everyone looked at me like I was insane. I wasn’t insane. But panic was drowning me. To find the truth, I’d have to go there.

“Fine, go rest.” As Kael softened her tone again, reaching for my arm to lead me back. I struck his chest with my palm. Then turned and run toward the Moon Altar. I knew with my current power, even hitting Kael with full force, he’d recover quickly. But I didn’t expect it to be this fast. When I finally reached the Moon Altar and raised my hand to erase our names from the Moon Stone. He appeared behind me. “Scarlett, stop!” A surge of power knocked me aside. I couldn’t withstand it, falling to my knees and coughing blood. Kael pulled me up, his voice trembling. “Scarlett, are you alright?” The worry on his face made it seem like he wasn’t the one who’d just struck me. Other pack members arrived one by one. Seeing this scene, they sighed again about Alpha Kael’s deep devotion. Once my face looked better slightly, Kael held me and said. “Scarlett, don’t be rash. If you break the bond, it’s not just erasing names from the Moon Stone，the Moon Goddess will punish you too.” “I don’t want to see you suffer. If you want to reject me, I’ll agree.” “I won’t survive without you anyway. Once I’m dead, the names on the Moon Stone will fade naturally, and you won’t face the Goddess’s punishment.” His eyes were full of love for me. Every word considered my wellbeing. But I only felt cold dread. “Get away from me!” I shoved him aside again, lunging for the Moon Stone. To be safe, I used all my remaining strength to create a barrier, encasing the Moon Stone and myself inside. Even with all his ability, Kael couldn’t break my barrier quickly. Just as I raised my hand to erase the names. The barrier shattered. Someone grabbed my collar and spun me around. A slap landed across my face. “Scarlett, do you know what you’re doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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