Reborn: I Married the Alpha King

After dying once, I was finally living the life I never dared to imagine in my past life. But I never expected to see Damian again, who, it seemed, had been reborn as well.

Damian and I met again was at the annual Pack Alliance Summit.

I had just pulled two all-nighters finishing the initial drafts for a jewelry design exhibition in the human world. Disheveled and too exhausted to change, I went straight to the grand hall.

Damian stood in the center of the Silver Moon pack, his arm wrapped around Aria's slender waist, basking in the praise of the crowd.

"Damian, you're the pride of our pack! In the few short years since you became Alpha, and you've already doubled our territory!"

"It's true, your power is immense. The elders say your aura now rivals that of the legendary Alpha King's!"

"Alpha Damian, my pack wishes to pledge allegiance to you. Just say the word, and our loyalty is yours!"

A Beta warrior in the crowd asked curiously, "Alpha Damian, are you and Miss Aria holding your mating ceremony on the next full moon?"

Damian leaned in, tenderly inhaling the scent from the crook of Aria's neck, the unique fragrance of her own Alpha bloodline.

"That's right. On the next full moon, we will complete our mating."

The announcement was met with a fresh wave of howls and blessings.

An old friend suddenly spoke up. "Damian, are you still in touch with Selene? You two were True Mates chosen by the Moon Goddess herself! I heard your first Alpha roar was a call to find her!"

At the mention of my name, Damian's expression turned to ice, his golden wolf eyes darkening slightly.

It was Aria, however, who stepped out from his embrace, a faint, practiced smile playing on her lips.

"Damian and I will soon be bonded for life," she said, her voice gentle, her smile elegant and poised.

"The threads of fate can be rewoven. We all make mistakes when we're young. But Damian has long since moved on from that unsuitable mate bond."

"You're right, my love," Damian chimed in. "Meeting you made me stronger."

The surrounding pack members laughed along, continuing to praise them as a true match made in heaven.

But I remembered. I remembered that first Alpha roar on his eighteenth birthday, the first time his wolf had howled for me.

In our past life, we were true mates, handpicked by the moon goddess, drawn to each other by a connection that ran soul-deep.

He had pinned me against a laurel tree, his hot breath ghosting against my ear. "Selene, look at me. My wolf has chosen you. The mate bond never lies."

And I had believed him with all my heart.

A shame he betrayed the Goddess's will in the end.

I watched them from the entrance, my face a carefully constructed mask of indifference, and then walked into the hall.

A sharp-eyed Beta recognized me.

"Selene, you're finally here!"

"Gods, you're still in human clothes. You don't even have a ceremonial gown."

"Were you exiled? You don't have a single pack marking on you, and even your wolf scent is so faint! Quick, tell us, what hole have you been hiding in to survive?"

Seeing my attire, many of the werewolves around me let out undisguised snickers.

I couldn't be bothered to respond, just offered a tight, dismissive smile, holding on to the last shred of my dignity.

Damian's gaze had been locked on me like a dagger from the moment I entered.

Just one look, and I knew—he had come back, just like me.

"Long time no see," I said coolly.

His eyes held a storm of emotions before settling into sharp ridicule.

"Selene. It's been seven years, and your wolf has nearly vanished. What a pathetic Omega."

Aria clearly had no intention of letting me off the hook either, her eyes filled with a playful malice.

She deliberately pressed herself closer, melting into Damian's side, in a clear declaration of ownership.

"Damian, don't be so harsh. She's pitiful enough as it is. We shouldn't twist the knife."

She scanned me from head to toe, undisguised contempt in her eyes.

"But Selene, your outfit really is… shabby. No matter how poor life gets, you must have some pride as a she-wolf. Otherwise, what pack would ever take in a rejected, worthless Omega?"