Cerita Pendek Reborn Werewolf & Novel Bias

My fated mate, Alpha Horton, didn't love me. He loved another omega, Chloe. In my past life, Chloe took her own life in despair over him, and Horton was convinced I had driven her to it out of jealousy. He hated me to the bone. Even bound by our mate bond, he refused to touch me. But when a rival pack’s silver bullet flew toward me, he shielded me with his own body. As his life drained away, he wrenched his cold hand from mine, his golden eyes filled with nothing but regret and disgust. "Sienna," he said, "my one regret is not rejecting you from the very beginning." After he died, the pack fell apart. Every member cursed me, screaming about why it wasn't me who died, but their great Alpha. It felt like my heart had turned to ash. I swallowed a vial of liquid silver before his grave. When I opened my eyes, I was back ten years in the past, shortly after we were mated. The cold voice of the Moon Goddess echoed in my mind. "Child, I will give you one more chance. Fulfill the three deepest wishes in Horton's heart, and in exchange for your life, your soul will earn its true freedom." I knew his wishes. To break our mate bond. To be with Chloe. To ensure the survival of the Snow Moon pack. This time, it wasn't too late. The freedom he craved, the woman he loved, the pack he swore to protect. I would give it all to him, using the very life he loathed to do it. But when I granted his every wish, in return, he wept with regret, calling me his only fated mate.

After I get reborn, I've returned to the moment my mother wants me to pick out my future mate. This time, I don't choose anyone at all. Instead, I've decided to travel to the rural mountain area as a healer. In my previous life, the Alphas of the packs based in the northern meadow and the western coast had requested to form a marriage alliance with me to my mother. Similarly, I had feelings for both of them. But while I was conflicted as to which Alpha I had to choose, I happened to stumble upon them going into their rut earlier than expected due to them being drugged. The Alphas pinned me down on the bed. That was how I ended up spending the night with them. But it was precisely that night that left me with pup. Since we had no idea whose pup I was with, my parents decided to let me take both Alphas in as my mates for the sake of my pack's reputation. But on the day our mating ceremony was set to begin, the Alphas' first love, Julia Cooper, left her pack out of anger when she found out about their mating ceremony with me. Unexpectedly, the pack that Julia had gone to was invaded by another pack. She was exiled from the pack as a Rogue, only to get tormented by other Rogues till she drew her last breath. After her death, both Alphas laced my food with wolfsbane, which led to my death. On the second before I lost my consciousness, I heard their furious voices. "You have no right to be living a good life when Julia has died a terrible death!" When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the day both Alphas have gone into rut.

Everyone in the pack knew I was in love with the Alpha, Luther Pauley. I had done whatever it took to win him over, even sneaking into his bed more than once. When I turned 18, the pack's seer predicted that Luther was my destined mate. But I refused the marking ceremony and chose to leave the pack instead. Luther looked stunned as he blocked my way out. "If you walk away now, don't ever come back." No one in the pack believed I would really go. They were even making bets about how soon I'd crawl back. "I'm calling three days!" "You're giving her too much credit. I'll wager a bottle of healing tonic that she'll be running back here in three minutes!" I ignored them and went straight to Sawyer Dunn, the Alpha of Graymoon Pack. This time, I swore I would never look back again.

My mate, Rex Thornfield, hails from a world of a higher plane. He tells me that the world I live in is a werewolf novel and that he's forbidden from falling for anyone in the novel world. But the thing is, he's fallen in love with me at first sight. As long as Rex is still in love with me, he will keep getting backlash from the world's rules. The punishment he's forced to suffer is the pain and agony that's equivalent to having his bones shattered repeatedly. Later on, I get abducted by the Hunter's Guild. There, I get imprisoned in a dark dungeon, where I keep getting tormented and beaten up by silver weapons. When I'm on the verge of dying, I use the secret method that Rex has taught me to get in contact with him. But that's when I accidentally overhear his conversation with his system. "Rex, how could you purposefully let the hunters abduct Selena? Don't you love her?" Rex's voice is as cold as steel. "The female supporting lead, Vera Linden, was supposed to be the one enduring this ordeal. I have no choice but to let Selena take her place in order to save Vera. "Besides, Selena is the female lead of this werewolf novel. She will be fine with the Moon Goddess watching over her. "Once Vera is safe and sound, I'll use my entire life to make it up to Selena and atone for my sins." My heart feels like it has gotten shattered into countless pieces. When the hunters torment me once again, my heart has officially died, so I give up on struggling for survival.

As the most powerful witch in the pack, I gritted my teeth and swallowed the poison before the new Luna's ascension, destroying my own gift of foresight. In my last life, I had divined that the new Luna was a spy sent by the vampires, and that she would bring about the pack's destruction. When I begged Alpha Hall to banish her, someone reported me for coveting the Luna position, accusing me of selfish motives. Alpha Hall led a search of my quarters, and somehow, a letter conspiring with vampires was found under my bed. The moment Luna saw it, she flung herself into Hall's arms and sobbed with wounded innocence: "Bella, I know you've been in love with our Alpha, but you can't just frame me because you're jealous!" Hall flew into a rage, declared me a liar and a threat, and ordered me nailed to the stake and burned alive. As the flames swallowed me, I saw Luna grinning at me, twisted and cruel, her lips parting to reveal the glint of vampire fangs. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day before Luna's binding ceremony. The very moment Hall commanded me to beseech the Moon Goddess's blessing for his beloved.

During a battle with a rival pack, my Alpha mate, Damien, burst into my private healing sanctuary. He was carrying Lyra, a Beta warrior who had supposedly taken a poisoned blade for him. The next day, under the watchful eye of the Moon Goddess, Damien was forced by the pack elders to apologize. He explained that bringing an outsider into my sanctuary was a desperate act in a moment of crisis. After all, Lyra had saved his life. But that night, in the bed we once shared, Lyra stabbed herself with a dagger laced with wolfsbane and framed me for the attack. He chose to believe her. The rejection ceremony ripped my wolf from my soul. I was cast out—a powerless exile, left for dead in a storm, to be torn to shreds by rogues. But what Damien never knew was that the ancient curse afflicting him could only be healed by me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the beginning: the moment Damien carried that woman in, demanding I save her.

All my life, I refuse to lose to my sister, Isla Hawthorne. When my older brother returns from a hunt with game only for her, I throw a fit until I get one too. When Mom only takes her to the pack's important ceremonies, I cry and demand to come along. It's only during the mating ceremony that Mom locks me inside the house, only allowing Isla to attend. Because Kaden Ashford, the next Alpha of the Glorymoon pack, is coming. Mom says to me, "Isla is the one qualified to become the future Luna of the Glorymoon pack. Kaden's brother, Rowan, is of age as well. You can be with him." In my previous life, I couldn't accept it. After all, we're both her daughters. So, why am I always the one who never receives fair treatment? I do everything I can to win over Kaden's mother, convincing her that I'm the right choice for Luna. And I succeed. But Kaden dislikes my competitiveness. The moment he becomes Alpha, he wants to dissolve our mate bond because he wants Isla as his Luna. Now, I'm reborn. And that day is the day before the mating ceremony. This time, I won't compete with Isla. "Thank you, Mom. I'm happy to be with Rowan," I say.

Just because his first love's younger brother accidentally fell into Shadow River, my Alpha mate, Ethan Horn, forced me, the only Spirit Soother of our pack, to go and rescue him. When I sank to the bottom of the river, I chose not to save him. When the man was pulled out of the river, the healer lamented, "If it were a few minutes earlier, Leo might have been saved. What a pity." Ethan's first love, Serafina Pike, had her wolf soul shut off and soon passed away because she missed her younger brother, Leo Pike. From that moment on, Ethan, who had once loved me, hated me to the core. Without giving me a chance to explain, he slit my throat with a silver blade and ruthlessly sealed my wolf soul. Later, he believed the heresy of the witch about soul sacrifice and nailed me and our young daughter in coffins before burying us alive by Shadow River as sacrifices to resurrect his beloved Serafina. In the end, the woman he deeply loved did not come back to life, and my daughter and I died with endless resentment. When I reopened my eyes, I had returned to the night when Ethan forced me to jump into the river to save Leo. I tied up the specially made rope and asked him for the last time, "Are you really sure that you can bear the consequences after I rescue him?"

I have known since childhood that, within the pack, I'm supposed to give way to my older sister, Sienna Larke, in everything. It's solely because Sienna once shielded our father, Silas Larke, from a rogue's attack. She spent three days and three nights in the healer's hut, fighting for her life. From then on, she became the most revered person in our entire pack. Every time Dad returns to the pack with gold, silver, and gems, I never even get the chance to touch them. Every single piece is delivered straight to Sienna's princess-themed room without exception. In fact, Dad never seems to think it's enough. He'll always smile kindly at her and say, "Sienna, I'll bring you something even better next time." This continues up until Dad summons Sienna and me before the Council of Elders on the day we come of age. When I was young, the neighboring Werefang Pack's Alpha arranged a marriage between me and his son, Cassian Thorne. However, Dad is now letting Sienna take my place instead. I, on the other hand, am being married to the leader of the Moonfang Pack's trade division, Jensen Vance. I lose my composure in Dad's presence for the first time. I demand to know why he's so biased toward Sienna. Yet, he doesn't care at all—not even when I threaten him with my own life. So, on the day the Moon Goddess' ritual is to be held, I have no choice but to accept my fate and get on the wedding carriage bound for the Moonfang Pack. Unexpectedly, my married life turns out to be a happier one than I ever imagined. In contrast, after marrying into the Werefang Pack, Sienna is unable to adapt to the stringent rules there. She ends up suffering long-term bullying and discrimination. Within a year, her mate bond is dissolved, and she's sent home. I return home to comfort her, but she thinks I'm going out of my way to mock her. She grabs me and leaps off a cliff, causing both of us to plummet to our deaths. When I next open my eyes, I've returned to the day the Council of Elders convenes. Just as Dad is about to announce our marriage arrangements, Sienna steps forward before I can speak. She holds onto Dad's arm and says coquettishly, "Dad, I don't want to marry into the Werefang Pack."

My little sister Vanessa was obsessed with werewolf lore, convinced she was destined to marry a powerful Alpha. When Rex, the Alpha of the Firwood Pack, saved her during a riot, she thought fate had finally set its gears in motion. What she didn't know was that Rex saved her simply because she resembled what his fated mate had looked like in her youth— Helena, the Luna of the Firwood Pack. Any sane woman would've walked away. Vanessa saw it as her golden ticket to the top. She secretly mapped out Helena's usual routes, hired outlaws to stage a brutal car crash, and sprinkled silver dust—lethal to wolves—across the wreckage. Her plan? Wait for the esteemed Luna to draw her last breath, then step in as the "first witness who risked her life to help," climbing over the body to claim her place. Vanessa was convinced that once Helena was gone, she'd be the next Luna. In my past life, I snatched the keys before she could move, locked her in her room, and begged her to come to her senses. Rex wasn't some lovestruck wolf from those cross-species romance novels—he was the iron-fisted Alpha who ruled the entire territory. A wolf's mate bond was carved into the soul. If he ever uncovered the truth, he wouldn't just tear her apart—he'd reduce our entire human family to ash. Vanessa nodded through her tears, swearing she'd let it go. But that night, she drove a silver blade straight through my heart. As I lay dying, she leaned in and whispered: "You ruined my chance to be Luna, Eileen. So you had to die." When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the moment she made her move.

"Elias, you marked the weakest Beta in the pack just to protect Chloe?" "The elder has too many rules. He was afraid she'd make Chloe's life miserable. That's why he married someone reckless--someone who could cause trouble and take all the fire." Chloe Nightingale. The Omega that Elias Blackwood's brother married into the pack. I stand outside the study door. My heart doesn't even flutter. In my past life, I heard these words and burst through that door to confront Elias. All I got from him was: "Lose your Luna status and go back to being a useless Beta. Or pretend you never heard anything." Silence hangs in the study for a moment. Then Elias's voice cuts through--the words that shattered me the first time: "Chloe is soft. She can't take the pressure. But Wren... Wren can handle it." I can handle it? That was it. In my past life, every struggle, every scream, every ounce of pain I endured--he saw it all. He just thought I could take it. So I deserved to be used. Deserved to be the shield that protected his precious Omega. I blink. When I come back to myself, Elias has already left the study. I wipe the tears from my face. Hard. Then I pull out my phone and call my father. All this time, I've been hiding the truth from him. Letting him believe his daughter married into the Blackwood pack as nothing but a weak Beta. But I'm the Alpha King's daughter. So this time-- This time, I won't cling to Elias Blackwood anymore.

Cassian Wolfe, a candidate for pack Alpha, has an adopted younger sister named Daphne Wolfe who suffers from severe separation anxiety. She's always gentle and well-behaved in front of others and only seems to lose her composure when she sees me approaching Cassian. On the day of my bonding ceremony with Cassian, she breaks my Moon Goddess' crown. She even snatches away the mate ring that symbolizes my status as the pack Luna. Cassian hugs me and leans down to nuzzle against my neck. He says, "Daphne's just experiencing separation anxiety again. You'll be my Luna soon, so show a little more magnanimity. "Our bonding ceremony doesn't need to be constrained by formalities. It's just a crown. I'll give you even better things in the future." Thinking of the pup growing in my belly, I ultimately drop the issue and proceed with the bonding ceremony as usual. Yet, just before I go into labor, Daphne secretly slips wolfsbane into my tocolytics. Once the toxins take effect, my wolf falls into a deep slumber, and my body loses its self-healing ability. The healer tells me that only Cassian's blood is capable of suppressing the toxins. Cassian insists on soothing Daphne first since she's kicking up a crying fuss outside the door. I grab his hand and beg him not to leave. In response, he pries my fingers apart and replies impatiently, "You'll be fine with the healer looking after you. I'll be right back after pacifying Daphne." However, I don't have the luxury of waiting for his return. My soon-to-be-born pup and I die in the healer's hut together. When I next open my eyes, I've returned to the day of the bonding ceremony, and my unborn pup is still alive. Daphne has just shattered my crown, and everyone is waiting for me to back down like I did in my previous life. This time, I call off the bonding ceremony. I still want my pup, but I can do without a fated mate who will always prioritize Daphne over me.

On the day of my mating ceremony with the Alpha, everyone said the only reason I got to marry Adrian Hawthorne and become Luna was because my face looked so much like my sister's. At the ceremony, the ring engraved with her name and the slip when Adrian instinctively spoke her name during his vows. Every detail was a reminder that I was nothing more than a stand-in. But I had loved Adrian in secret for seven years. Even being his stand-in was enough for me. I told myself that was enough. Twenty years later, I happened to see him standing beneath the Moonlight Tree, praying to the Moon Goddess. "If only Vanessa hadn't died back then." His voice trailed off. A sharp pain shot through my chest. The world went black. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the beginning. Back to when I had just met Adrian for the first time. This had to be a gift from the Moon Goddess. A second chance. This time, I swore I'd never love Adrian Hawthorne again.

The first thing I did after being reborn was strip naked and walk into the room of Cain Edmonton, Alpha of the Northera Pack. That was because in my previous life, I'd been forced to mate with Cain's adopted son, Lukas Edmonton. I was even marked by him. After Lukas woke up, he completely denied forcing me to mate with him. He believed I had deliberately walked into his room and seduced him while he was in heat and not fully conscious. Later, we held our marking ceremony because I was with pup. During our eight years of sharing a mate bond, he barely ever came home. He spent most nights fooling around with his lover outside. Even when I went into premature labor and nearly bled to death, he never once came to see me. It wasn't until the pack was completely surrounded by vampires, and we lost all our territories. The evacuation helicopter only had one seat left. Everyone thought he would keep it for himself, but Lukas shoved me toward the final seat instead. "Go! Cecilia, I'm giving you the chance to live. If there's another life, please stay away from me. I only want to be with Isabella." The next second, vampires dragged him into the flames, while I died in a helicopter crash shortly after. What Lukas never knew was that he wasn't the only one who went into heat that night. His father, Alpha Cain, had gone into heat as well. After being reborn, I decided to give him what he wanted and let him be with Isabella Lancaster. In this life, I pushed open Cain’s door and walked toward him with nothing on. His cheeks were flushed. "Cain, let me help you."

After our pack lost the war, the survivors spent two years on the run. In the third year, the Wolf Council passed a decree allowing us to be absorbed into new packs. But there was a catch—we had to pass the Trials, a specialized test designed to test our physical fitness, reflexes, and overall abilities. Those who passed would be accepted. Those who didn't would be cast out as rogues for good. One month before the Trials, Vera Cross burst into the gathering, her voice trembling with excitement. "Everyone, stop preparing! I got a spell from a witch—just chant it in your head during the Trials, and you'll pass for sure!" She grinned and pulled out a record. "My friend Lily already took these exact Trials during her pack's routine check last month. She didn't prep at all—just chanted this spell in her head. And guess what? She passed." The record got passed around. Cheers erupted. Last life, I tried to warn them. Told them the official Trials would block all spellwork—that using it would flag them as anomalies, get their qualifications revoked on the spot, and dump them straight into rogue status. No one listened. So I reported the situation to the Council. Vera got her membership revoked. Died out in the wilds. Back then, every single pack member said she deserved it. Thanked me for saving them. But after we settled into the new pack, they cornered me. Doused me in gasoline. Burned me alive. "If you'd just kept your mouth shut, she'd still be alive!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the exact moment Vera was rallying everyone to give up on prep.

Our pack was forcibly dissolved for provoking a war. The Werewolf Council issued a new decree. All young wolves who hadn't participated in the war were required to undergo a heart blood extraction within one month to complete an aggression gene screening. Those who passed could join a new pack. Those who didn't would be expelled and cast out as rogues. Sophia, a white wolf, suddenly claimed that her father was the chairman of the Werewolf Council. She said she could get her father to exempt everyone from the screening and grant them unconditional entry into the Blackstone Pack. Our friends believed her and simply waited for her to lead them into the new pack. I urged everyone to complete the screening as a backup plan. That irritated Sophia. She mocked me for being clueless and making everyone suffer for nothing. "Some of them might carry the aggression gene. If they fail the screening, are you going to take responsibility?" My boyfriend Silas said I was too jealous and didn't want anyone else to have it good. Left with no choice, I reported what was happening in the pack to the Council. Sophia was immediately stripped of her membership for identity fraud and obstruction of the merger. Without the pack's protection, she died in the wilderness. At the time, every member of the pack said she deserved what she got and thanked me for saving them. But after we entered the new territory, Silas stabbed me with a silver dagger. Not a single pack member standing by lifted a finger to help me. "All we had to do was endure a little pain from the blood draw. Sophia lost her life!" When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Sophia declared herself the chairman's daughter.

The Lycan King's summons reached all fifty-six packs across the Northern Territories — he was choosing a Luna for his heir. The heir's reputation for brutality preceded him. So my mother swapped my sister Freya's name for mine. Her voice left no room for argument. "Elsa, your sister's wolf spirit hasn't fully awakened yet. She can't survive the journey. Go in her place — enter the Luna Trials for her." She gripped my hand, tears sliding down her cheeks at just the right moment. "When it's over, your brother will come for you. I swear it on the Moon Goddess." In my past life, I believed that oath. I traveled to the Lycan King's fortress, only to be singled out by the heir himself. I barely escaped his stronghold alive, fleeing through blizzards for seven days and nights before I finally lost my pursuers. After two years as a rogue, I made it back to the Frostfang Pack — just in time to witness Freya's Marking Ceremony with the Alpha. My mother stood at the center of the celebration and looked straight through me. "Rogue. There is no place for you here." Cast out a second time, I lost all hope. I died in a blizzard, alone. When consciousness returned, I found myself standing in the stone hall again. She wore the same expression, watching me with those calculating eyes. "Elsa, would you take Freya's place in the Luna Trials?"

When the Lycan King was attacked by rogues, my mate—the Gamma warrior and Head of the Royal Guards—was busy comforting his sulking first love. Instead of setting off the silver distress flare in my hand, I used my heavily pregnant body as a meat shield to protect the King. Because in my past life, I fired that flare. Rowan came, saved the King, but abandoned his first love, leading to her death. Rowan was hailed as a hero. But on the very day I gave birth, he tossed me into the Feral Pit. When I asked him why in absolute agony, he just glared at me coldly. "The King had plenty of guards! You fired that flare because you're a greedy bitch who only cares about wealth and power!" "If you hadn't set off that flare, Yara wouldn't have died! I will make you suffer a hundred times what she went through!" In the end, feral beasts tore me apart. They even devoured the pup right out of my womb. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back on the day of the rogue attack.

On the night I was supposed to mate with Alpha Lucien, the memories of my previous life came flooding back. In that life, I sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him all night. He was with his adoptive sister in another room, fucking her until dawn. He never wanted me. He just wanted Crimson Moon Pack's territory, and the hundreds of warriors my father left behind. The second year of our mating, I started coughing up blood every day. The pack healer told me I was weak, that my wolf was struggling, and I believed him. I drank the bitter herbal teas they brought me until I couldn't stand up anymore. That was when I finally understood. There was wolfsbane in those teas, the kind specifically used to poison an Alpha's blood. By the third year, my grandmother's emerald necklace, the modern art original that had been in my family for three generations had all ended up, one by one, in Vivienne's room. When I asked, Lucien said they were just borrowed. I let it go. After I died, every item on my mating gift inventory had been transferred to Vivienne. This time, on the same mating night, I tore the Luna crown off my head and threw it on the floor. In front of every guest in the hall, I said it clearly. "I reject you, Lucien Ashworth." Then I pointed at the adoptive sister cowering in the corner. "You wanted to be Luna? Take it. It's yours." I walked out of the pack house and held out my hand to the captive Alpha heir from the enemy pack. "Come with me. I'll help you take back Shadowfang Pack. You help me get my revenge."

I fall in love with my father's friend, an Alpha 20 years my senior. I'm only eight when I first meet him. It happens at a banquet for the upper echelons of the werewolf pack. My father brings me with him. Layson Romanov instantly catches my eye. He stands tall at six feet and two inches, and his toned figure shows through his black suit. He exudes a natural dominance. My father introduces me to him, and he caresses my hair with a smile. Then, he gives me a pink dress adorned with pearls and pink diamonds. "You'll look beautiful when you're old enough to wear this." Back then, I didn't understand what he meant. … Ten years later, I put on that dress and enter his room. He's drugged after falling into someone's trap, and his wolf is out of control. His usually calm eyes are filled with mania. I know that he'll go insane—even lose his life—if he doesn't have an antidote. So, I give him my pure, untainted body. I become his antidote. We later marry, and he loves me as my father would've done. However, when I'm four months pregnant, I discover that his personal secretary, Grace Parker, is also pregnant. "I'm sorry to have put you through this, Grace. Everyone knows I only married Charlotte out of duty. I'll make sure our child is my only heir," he says. It all makes sense now—no wonder Layson refused to mark me despite us being married. Grace is the one he loves. I'm heartbroken. I ingest a large amount of wolfsbane, leading to a miscarriage. I ultimately die of blood loss. Intense regret washes over me as I breathe my last breath. When I open my eyes again, I find that I've been reborn. I'm taken back to the day Layson is drugged…