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Aldric's POV The memory of the Bloodmoon dungeon lingered in my head. The agonizing snap of the mate bond that had barely ignited, the fragile weight of Diana’s lifeless body in my arms. I could still feel the plunge of the silver blade through my back, shielding a tiny breathing pup whose desperate cosmic magic had shattered the sky right as we died.“Chronos Raven,”The name echoed in my soul,but I wasn't in the dungeon, I was sitting in the back row of the Silver Crest grand cathedral, draped in my heavy furs, suffocating under the deceitful sweet stench of wedding lilies.When I woke up this morning on my bed, I thought I had finally lost my mind. The timeline had reset. The universe had thrown me backward to the exact date of Alpha Zack’s mating ceremony. Is she alive? The last time I checked Diana was dead. What if I am the only one that made it back? What if Diana didn't make it back to this timeline? I spent the entire journey here in a frantic state of self awareness, check

Diana POVThe cathedral doors flicked open, throwing a blinding ray of sunlight down the long aisle.High-ranking wolves from both packs turned to look at me, their eyes were on me as I took my first step forward. To them, I was just Diana, the daughter of the mistress, draped in white silk, marching dutifully toward her fate.At the end of the altar stood Alpha Zack, looking devastatingly handsome in his dark ceremonial regalia. He crossed his arm over his chest, wearing a smug, triumphal smirk.Standing just behind him in the front row was Melissa, looking like a proud, benevolent saint. Her eyes shone with fake tears of happiness for her poor helpless step-sister. My gaze shifted to Alpha Leen Lancaster. He was alive. He wasn't the broken, erratic, mentally unstable shell of a man I remembered from my past life. He sat tall, his powerful Alpha aura radiated through the cathedral. His eyes carried a deep, hidden sorrow as he watched me approach the altar. “This time, I will protec

Diana's POV The suffocating scent of lilies was the first thing that wafted into my nose. Slowly, my eyes snapped open, and my hands instantly flew to my abdomen. I braced myself for the sticky warmth of blood, the agonizing tearing of my flesh, and the freezing stone of the Bloodmoon dungeon. But there was no pain. My fingers didn't sink into damp straw; instead, they brushed against the smooth fabric of a heavy white silk gown.I gasped, and sat up abruptly as I looked around.I wasn't in a cell. I was sitting in front of a grand mirror in my old quarters at the Silver Crest pack house. The morning sun streamed warmly through the window, catching the intricate lace of a wedding gown draped over my shoulders.My face in the mirror wasn't pale, or hollow. My skin was radiant, my hair intricately braided with pearls, and my eyes shone like stars.The realization hit me hard. My dying wish was honoured! “I am back!” I yelled. I looked around and looked down at my gown. Judging by the

Aldric's POVThe bond clicked, only for it to be ripped away in the same second. My wolf roared in agonizing torment, screeching at my ribs as the fragile, golden thread connecting my soul to Diana’s suddenly snapped.The warmth of a second-chance mate evaporated, leaving behind a hollow, freezing void. She was gone."Diana!" I choked out, my voice breaking as I cradled her lifeless, pale body against my chest. Her beautiful eyes were open, staring blankly into the dark ceiling of the Bloodmoon dungeon. Hot tears streamed down my face and l let it flow.I had spent months trying to reach her. Despite the rivalry between my pack and the bloomoon pack, I stole my way in, I sent emissaries, begging for an audience, desperate to help her appeal the treason charges. But she took me for a stranger and denied me every single time.I looked down at the tiny, unmoving form lying in the straw beside her. My heart raced. It was a pup.With trembling fingers, I reached out and lifted the small,

Diana's POVThe cold floor of the dungeon had long since seeped into my bones, but it was nothing compared to the agonising pain ripping through every nerve in my body.Another bout of contractions hit me hard. I gripped the damp straw beneath me, my fingers slipping into my own blood as I pushed harder.Dina, my wolf was gone. She was forced behind the agonizing silver seal the Bloodmoon pack had bound around my soul before tossing me into this dark abyss. Without my wolf’s strength, I was just a human girl bleeding out in the dark, trying to bring into the world a life that had already been condemned."Please…" I sobbed into the empty prison cell. My voice bounced off the stone walls, making an empty echo.“Please, help me…" l cried, but nobody answered… How pathetic, I knew nobody would come.For months, the heavy iron gates of the Bloodmoon Pack’s dungeon were firmly shut against me. Immediately after I was indicted, my mother, Luna Evelyn of the Silver Crest Pack severed ties wit