Reborn

It felt like a curse, to be married to a man who never looked at you.

That was my reality.

I was his wife, his Luna, yet invisible. William shared the same space with me, slept under the same roof, breathed the same air, but his eyes always passed over me, searching for someone else.

Every smile he gave was never meant for me.

Every softness in his voice belonged to another woman.

And that woman was Selena.

She arrived at the mansion one evening without warning.

I was in the living room with William, standing closer than usual as we discussed company matters. It wasn’t intimacy,just proximity,but to an outsider, it might have looked romantic.

Selena froze at the entrance.

Her eyes widened. Her lips trembled. Then her face twisted with rage.

“You—!” she screamed, her voice breaking as tears poured down her face. “How dare you touch him!”

Before either of us could speak, she ran out of the mansion, sobbing loudly.

William’s expression hardened.

That night, he didn’t say a word to me.

But I knew. I knew she wouldn’t let this go.

The following afternoon, the mansion felt unusually quiet. I was descending the staircase when I heard hurried footsteps behind me.

“Stop right there.”

Selena.

I turned slowly, already bracing myself.

“You think you’ve won, don’t you?” she sneered. “Standing close to him like that. Acting like a wife.”

“I am his wife,” I replied calmly, though my heart was pounding. Her laugh was sharp and unhinged. “Only in name. His heart belongs to me.”

“That’s not true,” I said. “You’re living a lie.”

Her eyes darkened. We moved from the staircase into the hall, our voices rising as anger spilled between us.

“You stole my life!” she shouted.

“You stole mine first,” I shot back.

Before I could react, she grabbed my collar violently.

“Let go of me!” I yelled, struggling.

Her grip tightened—and then she pushed.

Everything happened too fast.

My feet slipped. The world tilted. I fell.

The staircase rushed toward me as pain exploded through my body. I tumbled, hitting step after step, until everything went dark. I don’t know how long I lay there.

But I remember opening my eyes briefly.

But before I completely lost consciousness, I felt her body fall beside me. Selena deliberately threw herself down next to me. She lay still. Pretending.

Footsteps thundered through the hall.

William. My vision was blurry, but I saw him rushing toward us.

He froze when he saw both of us lying on the floor. For a moment, hope bloomed weakly in my chest.

He will check on me. But he didn’t.

William knelt beside Selena first.

“Selena!” he shouted, lifting her into his arms. She looked pale, weak, unconscious—perfectly acted.

He didn’t look at me. Not even once.

He picked her up and carried her away, leaving me there… broken… bleeding… alone.

I lay on the cold floor, unable to move.

Abandoned. Left to die.

Tears slid down my face as my vision faded. With the last strength I had, I reached for my phone.

My hands trembled as I dialed.

“Hel—hello…” my voice cracked. “Please… send assistance… I fall from the stairs… I can’t move…”

The call went silent. And so did everything else.

.….

Pain. Darkness. Silence. Then air.

I gasped, my lungs burning as if I had been underwater for hours. My eyes fluttered open, and my vision slowly adjusted.

Soft golden light spilled through the curtains. The scent of roses and vanilla filled the room. My hands touched something smooth and familiar.

I was… in the wedding night bedroom.

Panic surged through me.

I sat up, heart hammering, trembling violently. My body ached, but not the way it had before. No bruises, no blood, no broken bones.

I looked down at myself. Silk. White. Perfect. My wedding dress.

The realization hit me like a tidal wave.

I had been reborn.

The first day of our marriage. Our wedding night.

Every horrific event the fall, Selena’s betrayal, William ignoring me, being left to die none of it had happened yet.

My wolf stirred immediately, restless and alert. This is our chance, it whispered.

We won’t fail again.

I stayed frozen for a few minutes, my mind racing. Memories from the “previous life” flooded back. Selena’s jealousy. The way she had pushed me. The way William had picked her up, leaving me to die.

No. Not this time. I would survive. I would fight. I would take back my life.

The bedroom door opened quietly.

William stepped in.

Alive. Distant. Cold. Perfectly composed as always.

His eyes flickered briefly toward me. For a heartbeat, something almost familiar passed across his gaze. Then it hardened, his usual expression returning.

“You should rest,” he said, his voice flat, as if nothing had happened. “We’ll discuss boundaries tomorrow.”

“This is just a contract marriage ,” I repeated calmly, taking a step closer.

He blinked, momentarily speechless. His jaw tightened. “Excuse me?”

I didn’t flinch. I held his gaze steadily. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless, fierce, warning him not to dismiss me this time.

“I said,” I continued, my voice low but firm, “this is my meeting, my life. You don’t get to control me. You don’t get to decide how I feel, what I do, or who I am with. So don’t get yourself too worked up over me.”

William’s expression shifted—shock. Actual shock. Not anger. Not dominance. Shock.

He had never heard me speak like this. Not in all our time together.

For a moment, he opened his mouth, but no words came out.

I didn’t wait for his response. I reached for the blanket and pulled it over myself with deliberate confidence. I lay down on the bed, wrapping myself snugly.

“Goodnight,” I said simply, my tone calm, almost casual, as if I hadn’t just defied him.

William froze in place.

He stared at me, his eyes dark, stormy, conflicted. My words, my tone, my sheer audacity, they had caught him completely off guard.

You… talk too much for a Luna,” he muttered, though his voice was softer, unsure. I smiled faintly, my heart racing. “And you talk too little for a husband who has a mate.”

I could see it, the unspoken question in his eyes: Who is this woman?

I closed my eyes, letting silence fall between us.

The night was mine. My bed. My body. My boundaries. For the first time, the air between us felt… different.

I could feel the pull of our fated bond stronger than ever. My wolf howled silently within me, reminding me that William wasn’t just any man. He was mine.

And this time… I wasn’t going to let fate or Selena, or even William’s own ignorance, decide what happened next.

I would make him see me. Make him remember me. Make him feel me.

The night was quiet, but it held the promise of change.

Outside, the wind whispered through the trees, carrying my determination like a warning:

This time, nothing will break me.

I lay back on the bed, finally allowing myself to breathe. The first day of our marriage.

And the start of my second chance.

This was my life to rewrite.

And for the first time, I felt hope,sharp, thrilling, dangerous.

Because I knew one thing for certain:

Selena wouldn’t get away with stealing my life.

William won't get the chance to treat me as a trophy wife.

And this time, my wolf would not be silenced.