Chapter 1

In my previous life, my father ordered my sister Sarah and me to each choose a marriage alliance from the Alphas of three wolf packs: Black Fang, Red Claw, and Silverwind. Among them, the strongest was Red, the Alpha of the Red Claw pack.

Both Sarah and I chose him, but Father refused to allow it. Instead, he forcibly arranged for me to marry Blake, the Alpha of the Black Fang pack, whose strength was slightly inferior to Rhett’s. However, no one expected what happened afterward.

After I became pregnant, Blake awakened the hidden power within his bloodline—the legacy of the Black Wolf. In an instant, he rose to become the most powerful Alpha of them all. Because of that, Blake treated me with endless affection. He was gentle with me and indulged my every wish.

Meanwhile, Sarah only received Rhett’s fists and cruelty. Every time we met, she was covered in fresh bruises. Whenever she saw the way Blake cared for me—his tenderness and the way he protected me—her gaze burned with hatred.

Then one day, she secretly dripped wolfsbane into my cup. The moment the liquid slid down my throat, my vision went black. My throat felt like it was being burned by molten lava. Blake panicked. The mighty Black Wolf, who could dominate every battlefield, was utterly helpless in the face of my body bleeding from every orifice.

Due to my pregnancy, I had lost my ability to heal. I could feel the poison spreading through my body, devouring me from the inside out. It was a pity that the tiny life in me was dying with me as well.

In the final moment before my consciousness disappeared, I saw Seville, the Alpha of the Silverwind pack—the man who had always seemed to fade into the background, rushing toward me. His face was filled with grief as he roared my name and ran toward me. Then, everything went dark.

When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Father told us to choose our husbands. Father told me to get Sarah, who was still fixing her makeup. However, before I could knock, moaning sounds spilled from inside the room.

The door was slightly open, and through the narrow crack, everything was visible. Sarah had both hands pressed against the mirror, her dress pushed up to her waist. Blake stood behind her, his powerful hips moving relentlessly, like an engine that never ran out of energy. The sharp slapping sounds of his body striking hers echoed through the room.

When Sarah saw me through the mirror, her bright red lips curved into a provocative smile. Slowly, she mouthed the words to me.

“You’re… too late.”

So she had been reborn, too.

Sarah pushed herself up slightly, trying to change positions. However, Blake immediately shoved her down onto the cold table. He yanked open the collar of her dress and slapped her chest, leaving a vivid red mark across her skin.

“You don’t move unless I tell you to.”

Sarah didn’t cry out in pain. Instead, she let out a soft, breathy moan.

“Bad girls need to be punished.”

Blake grabbed her, lifting her body slightly as his movements stopped.

Sarah’s face flushed deep red with excitement. Her eyes lost focus as she began babbling nonsense.

“Master… Daddy… Please… Wait…”

The words tumbled out of her mouth in a desperate blur.

Blake suddenly pulled himself out of her, earning an annoyed whimper from Sarah. That only earned her another slap—this time between her thighs—followed by the faint sound of liquid dripping onto the floor.

“You like that, don’t you?”

Blake narrowed his eyes at her reflection in the mirror. Three of his fingers pushed easily inside her.

“You’re a bad girl. You came without permission. You need to learn some rules.”

His fingers moved slowly. Sarah trembled as she instinctively pushed herself back against his hand. However, Blake wasn’t satisfied. He pulled his fingers out and slapped her again between the thighs. The sound this time was louder than before.

Sarah cried out in pain and finally stopped moving. She bit her lip, tears gathering in her eyes, her flushed face glowing with heat. Blake’s fingers brushed against her, watching with satisfaction as her body reacted, clenching and releasing in empty need.

Just as she was about to reach the peak again, Blake suddenly pinched down with two fingers. Sarah’s body went rigid. Then, she began to convulse.

Blake casually patted her cheek and wiped the fluids from his fingers across her face.

“Did I say you could?”

Sarah’s voice trembled. “I’m sorry, Master.”

Blake ordered her to turn around. She obediently placed her hands against the dressing mirror again. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at herself in the reflection. Slowly, he rolled his hips, his hardened length brushing against her again and again.

Sarah’s eyes turned hazy as her hips sank lower.

“Master, take me harder.”

Blake chuckled. “Good girl.”

He didn’t stop moving. However, his eyes were fixed on the mirror—on me. He, too, had noticed me standing there.

Suddenly, a hand reached from behind me and quietly closed the door. It was Father.

“Sarah has chosen Blake,” he said flatly. “Look for Rhett instead.”

I looked at him but said nothing.

Sarah’s mother had been his fated mate. After she died, Father poured all the love he once had for her onto Sarah. My mother, on the other hand, had only been an ordinary mate, without title or status. Because of that, I had never mattered much to him either. Since young, Sarah had always been his precious daughter. Whenever it came to picking something, Sarah always went first.

I quickly ran through the possibilities in my mind. Rhett definitely wasn’t an option as I had no desire to die again, and that left only one choice: the Alpha of the Silverwind pack, Seville.

When I died in my previous life, I had heard his grief-filled roar. I didn’t know why, but my instincts told me choosing him wouldn’t be a mistake. However, there was just one problem: the Silverwind pack was famously poor. If it weren’t for the fact that generations ago they had once produced the legendary Silver Wolf Alpha, Seville probably wouldn’t have qualified for the alliance list. So how was I supposed to convince Father to agree?

Just then, the powder room door opened. Sarah walked out, leaning against Blake’s chest. Her long, pointed nails traced slow circles across his chest as she stared directly at me.

“Blake belongs to me now, little sister.” She said, “Why don’t you kneel and beg me? Maybe then I’ll allow you to be Blake’s mistress. You’ll have no name or status, just like your mother.”

Sarah burst into sharp laughter, her eyes gleaming like a venomous snake.