See You Again? No, See You Never

After my rebirth, I vow to stop clinging to my fated mate—the man I grew up with—Damon Hale.

When he gathers all the healers in the pack for a party in Alohara, I book a flight to Harborwatch.

When he complains that my scent makes him and his wolf sick, I move out and hire a deep-cleaning service for 500 dollars.

When he orders me to stay away from his pack, I quit my job as Alpha's private healer and take up freelance work in Coghaven to support myself.

Finally, he says my existence might mislead his precious stepsister into thinking he still cares for me.

So, I nod and accept Coghaven Alpha's hand in marriage, along with the keys to an 18-million-dollar villa as my wedding gift.

Not until the very last moment of my previous life did I realize… he had always loved his stepsister.

In this life, I’ll let you be together—and from now on, I’ll live for myself alone.

……

"There was a clear sign at the entrance to the party. "Thalia Emberwood and cockroaches are not allowed inside."

I was Thalia Emberwood. Seeing my name next to cockroaches, I couldn't help laughing because I was reborn.

Today was Damon Hale's coming-of-age ceremony. In my past life, this was the day he subjected me to public humiliation.

As rain suddenly poured from the sky, I stood at the entrance to the party when one of his buddies blocked my way. "Go home, Thalia. Damon has made it clear that you're not allowed in."

I forced a smile.

Damon was the heir of the Shadowmire pack's Alpha. As for me, I was just an Omega orphan rescued by the Alpha from a pack war.

When we were pups, he always insisted I was his future mate and promised me the grandest marking ritual at the Moonveil Ceremony.

For years after, he cared for me in every way and gave me hope for a new life.

When I scraped my knee climbing trees, he was the first to scoop me into his arms and wipe away the blood, muttering something about how clumsy I always was.

On stormy nights, he would sneak into my room, carrying a lantern, just to make sure I wasn’t scared of the thunder.

But everything changed when he turned 14 and his stepsister, Raven Cross, appeared.

Still, thanks to the Moon Goddess’ mercy, even though there were vast differences between us, at eighteen, our wolves guided us to recognize each other.

But in the end… I died a miserable death.

This time, I was free and would never again beg for his love. I would live for myself and stay far away from the mate pull.

I turned and left under the shocked stares of all the healers in the pack.

After returning home, I took off the tailored red dress I'd brought just for the party.

Whenever it came to Damon, I was always the one who planned far in advance, just so he'd never feel embarrassed having an Omega like me at his side.

Even if this red dress nearly ate up my entire allowance for meals.

I packed my bags, grabbed my travel pass for Coghaven, and got ready to leave.

Just as I stepped downstairs, Damon pushed the door and entered in hunting gear. When he saw me, he let out a cold laugh and yanked my suitcase away. Then, he slammed it onto the floor.

I frowned. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

His gaze darkened as he couldn't hold back his rage and yelled, "You’re such a manipulative she-wolf—it’s suffocating, Thalia! Are you packing your bags and writing another letter to my father like last time?"