I'm in the Packhouse. Can't believe my mate holds another female werewolf's hand and says she's his true mate. I smile and accept the rogue. Because, I'm reborn with the Moon Goddess's help. To escape last life's tragic end, I'll change. I pick Theodore, the Lycan King's illegitimate son, as my ally. But fate tricks me. He's my true mate. When I'm doubting about trusting the Moon Goddess again for a second chance, my ex-mate shows up. He's in tears, crying about his faults, begging me to return.
View MoreVanya’s POV
I jolted awake, my vision slowly sharpening as I realized I was in my bedroom, not the storage room of the pack hospital.
Turning my head, I noticed the absence of my mate beside me.
Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door shattered the silence.
Startled, I called out, “Who is it?”
No response. Instead, the door swung open, and a familiar figure hurried inside—Jenny, an Omega responsible for cleaning the Packhouse.
“Luna Vanya, you need to come to the Packhouse. Now.” Jenny’s voice trembled with urgency.
She hesitated for a moment, lips parted as if she wanted to say more, but ultimately remained silent.
“I understand.” I didn’t press for details. Instead, I got up immediately.
As I reached the entrance of the Packhouse, I stopped in my tracks, my breath catching in my throat.
There, in the heart of the Packhouse, stood my mate—Alpha Cliff—holding the hand of a petite young woman.
She stole a quick glance at me, and for the briefest moment, I swore I saw a triumphant smirk flash across her face.
“Luna Vanya, what are you doing here?” Cliff—my legal husband, my mate, and the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack—addressed me with an air of superiority.
“If I remember correctly, I am the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack. That means I can go anywhere in this pack’s territory.”
I stepped inside, my presence silencing the entire room.
All activity ceased, and every eye turned toward us.
Cliff gave me a measured look before speaking. “Let me introduce you—this is Melinda Coleman, my student.”
“And?” I asked, my voice steady.
Noticing where my gaze had landed—on their joined hands—Cliff cleared his throat. “I discovered today that Melinda is my true mate. But I want to reassure you—our bond as mates and your position as Luna remain unchanged. I promise you that.”
His words felt like a cruel joke.
“I can’t reject Melinda right now,” he continued. “If I do, my wolf will spiral out of control, and it will weaken the entire pack. You know how vital a wolf’s instincts and emotions are to our people. I have to consider that.”
I let out a cold, silent laugh. The same excuse. Always the same excuse.
Our mating had been an arranged union between two powerful packs, meant to forge an alliance and strengthen both sides.
Cliff’s family sought to solidify their power through this marriage.
I, the daughter of the Alpha of the Thunder Pack, was raised to lead. Trained from birth to be the perfect Luna, I dedicated myself to mastering pack politics, conflict resolution, and caring for my people. I didn’t aspire to be just another wolf in the pack—I was meant to lead.
For the Silver Moon Pack, I was the ideal Luna.
Cliff and I had known each other for years before our marriage. We had dated, and he had been nothing but devoted and passionate.
When he proposed, he swore that even if he ever found his true mate, he would reject her.
Now, I was a respected Luna, admired by the pack.
I glanced around the room, taking in the shocked expressions of my pack members.
But not everyone seemed surprised.
In the corner stood Elliot, the Silver Moon Pack’s Beta. Arms crossed, silent, his face unreadable.
But the one most stunned was me.
Cliff’s words echoed in my head, and I instinctively reached out to my wolf. *This isn’t real. This can’t be happening.*
Because I had already lived through this.
Moments ago, I had been in the pack hospital’s storage room, writhing in pain.
I had been poisoned with wolfsbane, weakened, unable to shift.
Rogues had ambushed me at the border, slashing my abdomen open. Blood had poured from the wound, and without my wolf’s healing, I had been helpless.
“You might as well cry now while you still have the strength.”
Melinda had leaned casually against the doorframe, a cruel smile on her lips.
“Call Alpha Cliff,” I had begged weakly. “He’s my mate. Please…”
When a werewolf is on the brink of death, only their mate can restore their strength through the mate bond.
“I think you still don’t understand,” Melinda had said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Alpha Cliff doesn’t want to see you.”
I had gasped for air, struggling to sit up. “Why? Why are you doing this? Why take everything from me—my mate, my pack—?”
“A dead woman doesn’t need answers.”
She had turned away, walking leisurely as if she had all the time in the world.
A tear had slipped down my cheek as my life drained away.
*This isn’t fair. If I had another chance, I’d do everything differently.*
And then—
I had woken up.
Back in my bedroom.
By the will of the Moon Goddess, I had been reborn.
And now, as Cliff stood before me, justifying his betrayal, I realized the truth—
The Moon Goddess had sent me back in time.
To the moment one month after I became Luna of the Silver Moon Pack.
Why had she chosen this point in time? Why not earlier, before I ever accepted Cliff’s proposal?
I didn’t know.
But what I did know was this—
I would not make the same mistakes again.
A slow, bitter smile curled my lips.
“It seems you’ve forgotten the promise you once made.”
Third Person's POVGrace sat down beside Vanya and said with a smile, "This is all their business. You don't need to worry about it. Once Theodore really wins you over, I bet he'd be willing to give you the entire Winston family as a gift!"Vanya's face flushed red as she said, "I don't need the Winston family!""Oh, it's just a figure of speech," Grace said as she put her arm around Vanya's shoulders. "But know this—I'm completely on your side. No other woman stands a chance!"Vanya didn't respond.She had never wanted immense wealth.Having lived through lifetimes of intrigue and betrayal, all she wished for was a peaceful life with the right person—a life without betrayal or conspiracy, like an ordinary married couple.As night deepened, the nightclub came alive with flickering lights and shadows.In a private room, Zander, with his sharply defined features and slightly unbuttoned black shirt, swirled a glass of whiskey in his hand.Raising an eyebrow with a faint smile, he said, "
Third Person's POVVanya stared at her phone, her mind in turmoil.In her previous life, Zander had found his fiancée Ella half a year later. Now, for no apparent reason, it had happened half a year earlier, and the original Ella had been replaced by Melinda.If Ella wasn't dead, then Zander's vow of "never marrying again" from her previous life was null and void.While his deeply devoted persona remained intact, he now carried the humorous label of a "white knight."Grace, who was also waiting at the Winston residence for Theodore, said, "Haven't you been monitoring Melinda's mother all along? She must know whether her daughter is biologically hers.""I've just contacted Stewart and had his men ask her. We should have the answer soon," Vanya replied.Pausing for a moment, she added, "But I recall that Melinda and her mother were originally from Seattle.""Could it be that Melinda's mother kidnapped the Chambers family heiress?" Grace speculated."That doesn't add up. The Chambers fam
Third Person's POVVanya rubbed her aching ear and said, "It's not worth arguing with people like that.""I just wanted to stick up for you," Grace replied, looking at Vanya's ear worriedly."How's your ear? Should I call a doctor?""No need. It's just ringing from her loud voice," Vanya shook her head.The two slaps on her face were anything but light, and she couldn't help but think of that dream.If what happened in the dream was connected to her death in her previous life, then Melinda was the murderer of both her and her child.Vanya's expression darkened.If that was the case, she would not let Melinda off the hook so easily.However, the Helbut family was indeed a tough challenge.On the other side, Veronica, unable to find Melinda anywhere, checked the surveillance and found that Melinda had indeed left with a man.Fuming, she stormed into Cliff's office."Cliff!"Veronica burst in, st
Third Person's POVThe Helbut and Chambers families had long been close.When Mrs. Chambers gave birth to her daughter Ella and then left with the child after her husband's infidelity, the Chambers family never stopped searching for their daughter.The Helbut and Chambers families had even arranged a marriage between their children, but Ella's disappearance put everything on hold.After Zander took over the Helbut family, he used every resource to find Ella, determined to bring his fiancée home.Seeing this information, Grace couldn't help but sigh, "There really are deeply devoted people in these wealthy families."Then, she looked at Vanya doubtfully and asked, "Wait, how did you know Zander was acting for the Chambers family?"Vanya was momentarily at a loss—she couldn't very well mention the turmoil that erupted after Zander's fiancée passed away in her previous life.So she made an excuse, "I came acros
Third Person's POVAt that moment, a tall, sharply handsome man in a suit strode in.His voice was steady, edged with indifference, "I'm late."Grace, seeing the unfamiliar face, bristled, "Excuse me, but who are you?""Zander, you're here," Melinda announced, linking her arm through his.Hearing that name, Vanya froze.Zander?She had heard whispers of Zander before her rebirth—the powerhouse from Seattle's Helbut family. If Los Angeles had Cliff, Seattle had Zander.Years back, a massive scandal rocked Los Angeles when Zander publicly revealed he had spent a decade searching for his fiancée.He eventually found her, but she was imprisoned for prostitution and suffered terribly behind bars.By the time Zander located her, she was already dead.Afterward, he declared to the media that he would never marry, crafting an image of eternal devotion that skyrocketed the Helbut family's influence.
Third Person's POVVanya's face flushed crimson, a reaction she had never experienced in her previous life.She wished desperately to vanish into a crack in the earth. Yet Theodore's body, like an impenetrable wall, trapped her in his embrace. His intertwining aura of ice and fire permeated every inch of space, leaving her no room to retreat. Her scent glands at the nape of her neck throbbed intensely from his extreme proximity."Vanya, answer me," Theodore urged, cradling her face in his hands. His thumbs gently caressed her feverish skin, compelling her to meet his gaze.In his fervent stare, Vanya discerned the sincerity and longing in his vertical pupils, akin to a lone wolf that had finally discovered a place to rest. Even his overwhelming aura softened into tender caution."I... I'm not divorced yet," Vanya whispered. "Once I am, I'll give you my answer."Theodore tenderly brushed her cheek with his warm palm, his deep voice steady. "I
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