Chapter 2

As the Moon Goddess’s guidance fell, the space around me began to distort.

In the next instant, I was already standing on this barren land.

Memories of my past life resurfaced.

Back then, Camilla believed that by seizing the Alpha identity, she could look down on everyone.

As for the three crippled lone wolves that the Moon Goddess assigned to her, she didn’t think much of them at all. She beat and kicked them whenever she pleased.

Blinded by confidence, she believed that possessing top-tier strength meant she didn’t need to train or improve. She refused all real combat, spending her days hiding in her tent, indulging in comfort.

The three lone wolves by her side suffered endlessly under her abuse. Even hunting was difficult for them, and they often went hungry.

In response, Camilla would lash out with venomous insults, calling them trash and worthless, useless garbage.

That kind of life went on for five full years.

Although she possessed peak-level power, her constant indulgence and laziness caused her body to grow increasingly bloated, and her movements to slow.

Without even realizing it, her Alpha rank gradually declined until she had fallen to Gamma.

When a rival pack caught wind of it, they quickly launched an attack on her territory. Camilla had neither the ability to lead nor any real combat experience. Her defenses collapsed almost instantly.

At the brink of life and death, she didn’t hesitate. She kicked the three crippled wolves who had been shielding her straight into the enemy’s jaws, using them as bait to escape.

After fleeing, Camilla tried to find a new pack to rely on.

However, her reputation had already rotted. Even though her rank wasn’t low, no pack was willing to take in someone so treacherous.

With nowhere left to go, she set her sights on the vampire race. She thought she could gain something through betraying the werewolves.

However, in the eyes of the vampires, a degenerated werewolf didn’t even qualify to be a lowly servant.

What awaited Camilla was endless torment and a fate as nothing more than a living blood bag.

Later, after I helped those three royal heirs break the curse of having no wolf spirit and reclaim their throne, Camilla somehow managed to escape from that hell.

When she learned that I was living well, her jealousy drove her insane.

Taking advantage of the moment I had just given birth, when my body was at its weakest, she assassinated the guards around me, put on their clothes, slipped into my chamber, and forced a cup of silver poison down my throat.

The pain tore through my insides instantly. I didn’t even have the strength to struggle.

Even now, I can still remember the twisted expression on her face.

She had said, "Sera, in the real world, you stole my life. Why is it that in this world, you still get to rise above me? You filth, go to hell!"

That searing pain of death ripped open memories I had buried deep.

In my first life, Camilla had been the long-lost true daughter. I was nothing more than a replacement adopted by her parents, Raoul and Elaina Voss.

When she was found and brought back, Dad and Mom had cried and begged me to stay.

Thinking of the years they had raised me, I chose to remain.

From that moment on, the balance in our household completely shifted. Anything Camilla wanted, no matter what it was, I had to give it up without question.

Camilla said her grades were poor and that she felt inferior in front of me. So Dad and Mom did everything they could to force me to give up my exams.

Later, they even allowed her to tamper with my college application.

She took a liking to my fiance, Ulrick Black, and they joined forces to pressure me, handing over my engagement to her as compensation.

Even Dominic Voss, the older brother who once loved me the most, began to sneer at me with cold mockery.

After Camilla repeatedly framed me, Dominic pointed at my face and called me "a shameless thief".

In their eyes, I was the one who had stolen Camilla’s life.

Alas, they seemed to have forgotten that they were the ones who lost her.

I had been forced into the role of a substitute, filling the void of their guilt. In the end, it all became my fault.

They also forgot that while they had raised me, I had truly fulfilled over a decade of filial duty in Camilla’s place. The debt of their upbringing was repaid in full the moment I died from poison in my previous life.

A cold wind brushed across my face. I opened my eyes again, my gaze turning icy.

Across two lifetimes, I had always given her the right to choose first. Now, I owed her nothing.

From this moment on, all ties between Camilla and me were severed.