The Reborn Luna Who Walked Away

I was mated to Alpha Carlo for fifty damn years. However, He kill me cruelly with all of our kids! Just to revive his dead first love.

After this horrible, tearing pain, I found myself back fifty years.

Right on that goddamn mating ceremony day.

"I, Rosa, refuse to forge a soul-link with Alpha Carlo!"

My hand trembled as I took off the ornate headdress, the symbol of a Luna’s honor, and announced it to everyone.

"I willingly give up my claim to be Luna."

Carlo was standing right in front of me.

The look he gave me wasn't full of adoration like at the last ceremony. Instead, it was pure, cold hostility.

"Rosa has made a sensible choice. In that case, the ceremony is paused," Carlo said, his tone shifting to relief. He almost couldn’t wait to scan the crowd, as if searching for someone.

Suddenly, he turned and walked off the ceremonial platform, heading towards the edge of the forest. My heart sank.

"Carlo!" Elder Torvin called after him. "The ceremony isn't over!"

But Carlo didn't even pretend to hear. I knew who he was going to find.

Olivia.

The first love Carlo had "tragically lost" in our previous life.

A few moments later, Carlo walked back, hand-in-hand with Olivia.

Olivia's eyes were red-rimmed, like she’d just been crying her heart out over my bonding with Carlo.

I saw Carlo whisper something to her, gently wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. That familiar, intimate gesture made my heart ache all over again.

"Rosa," Carlo's mother, Arya, took my hand, her voice laced with worry. "What's wrong? You and Carlo grew up together. Everyone knows you two were fated."

I managed a bitter smile. Before I could answer, Carlo led Olivia to the center of the crowd.

“Since Rosa has given up her chance to be Luna, I officially announce Olivia as the Luna-to-be for the Silvermoon pack. We will hold the bonding ceremony at the next full moon.”

Olivia snuggled shyly against him, seemingly overwhelmed by this sudden turn of good fortune.

“Carlo, can I really? But Rosa…” she looked up at me.

"Of course. No one is more qualified than you," Carlo said softly, pulling her into an embrace. But when he looked at me, his eyes were full of contempt. "The one who truly isn't worthy has clearly learned her place and backed out."

That look in his eyes—it was the same one he’d given me in my past life, right before he killed me.

Fifty long years of devotion, and all I got was everyone’s hatred and a brutal death at the hands of my own mate.

The thought sent a sharp pain, like a needle, through my heart.

Elder Torvin stepped forward, his face grim. "Carlo, even though Rosa has renounced her claim as Luna, the traditions of the Silvermoon pack can't just be tossed aside like this. At the very least, the council of elders needs to discuss—"

"Traditions?" Carlo cut him off. "It's time to change those outdated rules."

"Besides," he added, "since Rosa won't be the pack's Luna, she's not fit to be Head Healer anymore either!"