Chapter 1

Vanya’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.”