All Chapters of The Alpha’s Rejected Mate Was The Stolen Werewolf Princess : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Tailor’s POVAstrid’s mother died first.That was the beginning of everything.For a long time after her death, our father existed like a shadow of himself—present, but hollow. Astrid was still a child then, clinging to memories of a woman who had been warmth and safety and strength. A woman no one could replace.Then my mother came.She didn’t arrive loudly. She didn’t challenge the memory of Astrid’s mother. She stepped carefully into the house, soft-spoken and patient, offering comfort where grief had made space.Our father remarried.And I was born.From the moment I could understand words, I understood one thing clearly—Astrid had come before me. She was the first daughter. The one born of love, not recovery. The reminder of a marriage that mattered.I hated her for that.Not because she flaunted it—Astrid never did—but because she had it at all.My mother taught me early how to survive in a house that still whispered another woman’s name. She taught me how to be gentle where Ast

Astrid’s POV The ring was still on my finger, that was how I knew for sure.I stared at it in the quiet room, the thin silver band etched with Greymoon’s crest. In my first life, I had treated it like a promise. Like proof that I belonged somewhere. Now, it felt like a warning. I was already married to Damien Greyson. Seven years ago—before the betrayal, before the humiliation, before the council stripped me of dignity—I had woken every morning believing that if I tried harder, loved deeper, endured longer, he would eventually see me. I swallowed because that woman was no longer here. That woman is long gone. The marriage has not changed, only I changed.. A knock came at the door. "Luna Astrid,” a servant said carefully. “Alpha Damien requests your presence in the dining hall.” Requests I thought and I almost smiled. In my past life, I would have eagerly rushed to change into something nice, anxious not to keep Damien waiting. Tonight, I rose slowly, I straightened

Astrid’s POV “Finally, all set…”The words left my lips with a soft smile as I lit the last lavender candle on the dining table. For a heartbeat, the scene before me looked exactly as it had before—it looked elegant, warm, carefully prepared. Five hours of effort arranged into something that resembled love.Today marks my seventh year mate union anniversary with Damien Greyson, Alpha of Greymoon pack. My engagement to him was a last ditch effort by my father the Beta to maintain his profitable relationship with the Alpha family.My sickly step sister, Taylor, was Damien's fated mate and first love from teenage but on the day of their union Taylor collapsed in the drop of a hat she was hastingly rushed over to the pack hospital. This was not a lone occurrence, Taylor had always been as fragile as a snowflake despite being older than me."Astrid, there's no other choice... in order to protect our families honor you have to replace your sister,"My heart had sunk to the floor, hesitat

Here’s a rewritten version of the scene with Second-Life Astrid—calmer, sharper, emotionally detached, and actively correcting her past mistakes. She still remembers everything, but this time she cares less, thinks more, and refuses to be manipulated.“Your parents and I have already been tested,” Damien said, fingers laced together on the table. “None of us are a match, so—”“No,” I said.The word landed cleanly between us. Calm. Final.Damien blinked, clearly not expecting resistance. In my first life, I had never interrupted him. Never disagreed. Never refused. I had been trained—by my father, by circumstance, by guilt—to comply.This time, I didn’t even feel bad.“I won’t do it,” I repeated, pushing my chair back slightly.For several seconds, he simply stared at me, as though waiting for me to laugh and admit I was joking. I wasn’t. And when that finally sank in, confusion flickered across his face.“You… won’t?” he asked slowly.No pleading yet. No dramatics. He was still proces

Astrid’s POVThe annulment didn’t explode the pack the way everyone had warned me it would.It cracked it.Hairline fractures at first—whispers in hallways, looks that lingered a second too long, elders clearing their throats whenever I entered a room. But nothing collapsed. No lightning from the Moon. No riots. No divine punishment for a Luna daring to choose herself.That alone told me how much fear had been manufactured around me my entire life.I was discharged a week later.I walked out of the hospital on my own two feet this time. Slowly, yes—but upright. No wheelchair. No arm around my shoulders that felt like a leash.The air outside tasted different. Sharper. Cleaner.Home was… quieter.The pack house had always felt like Damien’s territory, even when I was called Luna. Every room carried his scent, his authority, his expectations. So I didn’t unpack.I stayed one night.Then I moved.Not far—just to the east wing reserved for administrative leaders. A place I’d never lived i