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“Darcy is feeling dizzy tonight. Let's suppress our bond, Emma. We can have our marking ceremony some other day.” Those were the exact words he spat when I called him on the day that was supposed to be our marking ceremony. It was the seventh time he asked me to suppress the sacred bond between us for his childhood sweetheart. The first time he suppressed it was because Darcy’s pack was under attack and he wanted to be by her side. “Darcy is fighting for her survival and you want me to be pulled by our fated bond? Don't make me believe you are this selfish., Emma.” The third time he suppressed it he said, “Darcy is having a fever. I can't leave her alone.” By the sixth time, he didn't bother explaining why he had the witch suppress our bond in the most brutal way possible because he was in a hurry to go meet Darcy. Since we were fated mates, every time he wanted to be intimate with her, he would have a witch suppress the bond between us. As an Alpha, this suppression barely affects him but as an Omega, it would leave me in a terrible pain that I could not get up from my bed for weeks. Though devastated seeing me in such pain, he would offer me only a few lines of apologies and a bundle of promises to make it up to me in future. That's it. So, when the seventh time, he refused to mark me and came home to suppress our bond to be with Darcy, I had already packed my clothes. It will be the last time he suppresses our bond because the next time, there will be no bond between us to suppress.

After my rebirth, I no longer reached out to save Lucas when he was beaten half to death. Wherever he went, I went the other way. When he said we could be together, I refused without hesitation. I cut off every thread that tied us. In my last life, the moment I discovered this Omega was my fated mate, I fell for him recklessly. At first he was cold to me, but once we were together, he treated me with overwhelming care. I thought my sincerity and devotion had won him over. For twenty years, I used my position as the Alpha's daughter to make him the pack's Beta. The first thing he did after becoming Beta was frame my father and drive me to the edge of a cliff. He stood there with his first love in his arms, looking at me with pure hatred. "Why did you tear me and Catherine apart? Why did you make us miss each other for so many years?" In that moment, my heart died. I threw myself off the cliff. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Lucas got beaten by his loan sharks. This time, I planned to stand back and watch the show.

The night I planned to tell him who I really was—under the full moon—my boyfriend of three years, Logan, walked up to me with another woman on his arm. He looked down at me and said: "Seraphina. I've been formally appointed the new Alpha of the Greywolf Pack. Only an elder's daughter is fit to be my Luna. A pack-doctor with blood as thin as yours can crawl back to the slums and patch up Omegas where you belong." But I was the highest-born princess of the Werewolf Royal Pack. So tell me—shouldn't I just have my brother, the Werewolf King, strip the Alpha title off this man and exile him to the Frostlands to keep company with the rogues?

I had just left the Pack Healer when I stopped outside the VIP room of the club. The hallway was dim. Loud cheers spilled from inside. "Alpha Derek, you lost three rounds in a row. House rules. Three secrets. Spit them out." "Fine." Derek leaned back into the leather couch. He blew out a ring of smoke. His muscles looked sharp under the low light. Arrogant. Hungry. "That car crash three years ago? I set it up. Aria losing her voice? Also me." "I've never touched her. The Alpha in her bed every night is Damon." "All of it just to keep her writing songs for Victoria. Victoria is the only one I've ever loved."

I spent six months and over $20,000 to plan a family vacation. However, when my mate's childhood sweetheart Ethan heard about our trip, he wanted to join us. Chloe didn't hesitate. She cancelled my spot in the protected convoy and gave it to him instead. She forced me to travel alone through deadly Shadow Pack territory — a thirty-six hour journey where three wolves had died last month. The whole family supported Chloe's decision without a thought for my safety. So I changed my travel plans. I headed north instead of south. I spent three months enjoying myself, ignoring their mindlink messages. That's when the family started to panic...

At the werewolf nation’s annual gala, I stood in front of dozens of reporters and said it straight to the cameras: tonight, I was going to sleep with the Alpha King. They thought I was just running my mouth. Nobody took me seriously. Nobody guessed I’d actually do it. The Alpha King had just come back from the front lines, wounded and weak, and I dragged him into a hotel room before anyone could stop me. When his guards and the Werewolf Authority finally broke through the door, I didn’t run. I walked up to them and held out my wrists. “That’s right. I’m the one who took the Alpha King. Cuff me.” Everyone thought I’d lost my mind. They had no idea this was exactly what I wanted. In my previous life, my boyfriend’s childhood sweetheart Lyra killed the Greenmoor Pack Alpha’s daughter, and I took the fall. Every piece of evidence pointed at me. I couldn’t talk my way out of it. I was exiled. I was tortured to death in the wastelands. My father wasted away after losing me, slipped into depression, and our pack was swallowed up. My parents were dragged to the executioner’s block. My soul stayed with them through all of it. I watched, and I couldn’t do a thing. Just when I thought I’d break, a light flashed, and when I opened my eyes I was back — the day before Lyra committed the murder. This time, I was going to prove my innocence to the whole pack.

I got my hands on a crystal necklace from a witch, one that let me swap anything with anyone. The second I took it, lines of text flickered across my vision like a live comment feed. [Oh no, the Wolf Alliance Academy Trials are about to start. The villain's definitely going to use that Exchange Necklace to steal the heroine's scores.] [Relax. The heroine already overheard their whole scheme. She's just gonna leave her exam blank. Good luck swapping a zero.] [Our girl is the Alpha's daughter. Even if she bombs the Trials, she'll inherit his position anyway. What's the villain gonna do about that?] I gripped the Exchange Necklace tighter. Her test scores? Please. That wasn't what I was after. I wanted something far more important.

A major pharmaceutical company offered me a position, on one condition. I had to transfer my membership to their pack. While I was still on the fence, my boyfriend urged me to take it and promised to leave the pack with me. But the day before I submitted my withdrawal papers, he changed his mind. Outside a private room at the bar, I overheard him talking with his buddies. "You're really leaving with Serena Frost? Your Alpha father just acknowledged you. You've got a real shot at succeeding him. You'd throw all that power and status away for a woman?" Xander Blackwood let out a cold laugh. "Of course not. I've been lying to her the whole time. You know how powerful Vivienne's family is. Keeping her happy is my only shot at becoming Alpha." "I can't have Serena finding out and making a scene that wrecks my plan. Talking her into leaving the pack was the only way." Hearing it all, I felt the pain cut me wide open. Five years I had loved this man, and he had betrayed me. I turned and walked away from that room. The moment I was out the door, I reached for my father, the Alpha, through the mind-link. "Dad, I want you to pull every investment we have in Xander Blackwood's pack."

I am Aurora, Princess of the Crimson Moon, the North's most powerful pack. But I gave my heart to a worthless rogue named Blake. In my past life, I defied tradition to make him my personal guard. We were inseparable. I fought my own pack to make him my mate. But on the night of our mating ceremony, under the Blood Moon... He plunged a silver dagger straight into my heart. I was three months pregnant with his child. As I bled out, he whispered in my ear, his voice dripping with venom, "If it weren't for you, I'd already be with Clara. You deserve this!" That's when I understood. He never loved me. He only craved power. He had always wanted my sister, Clara—the pack's chosen heir. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Back at the guard selection ceremony. He rejected me in front of everyone. He declared his love for Clara and refused to be my guard. The entire pack stared at me with pity. This time, I just smiled. And I chose my silent childhood friend, Ronan. Blake thinks siding with Clara will lead to ultimate power. He's a fool. The pack's true Alpha isn't chosen by birthright. He is chosen by me.

The day I confirmed I was three months pregnant, I went to Oliver's office to drop off some files. I was finally going to tell him the good news. The Pack was in the grip of a record heat wave, and with the temperature climbing toward 122 degrees, I reached over to switch on the AC. His secretary stopped me before I could. "Luna, I'm on my period, and our Pack wolves already carry the Cold Curse. It isn't hot enough to need the AC." But I was afraid the heat would hurt the tiny life growing inside me. I shot her a glance, said nothing, and turned it on anyway. Late that night, Oliver came home from a business dinner and led with an accusation the second he walked in. "Sophia already gets cramps and nausea on her period, and you blasted cold air at her for forty-one minutes and thirty-eight seconds. You put her in the ICU with stomach spasms." "Oliver, air conditioning doesn't hurt anyone, and I've had periods too. Never mind that. There's something important I need to tell you. I'm preg—" Oliver pulled the corner of his mouth into a smile, drew me into his arms, and cut off the words before I could finish. "I lost my head. You're right." He kissed my forehead the way he always did, murmuring softly until I fell asleep. But when I woke, I was inside a transparent glass freezer room. Every face around me belonged to someone important in the Pack. Outside the glass, Oliver stood with a hand on Sophia's soft waist, watching me with a smile. "You like the cold air? Then today you can have all you want." My heart sank. I pulled out my phone and photographed the people around me. Then I made a call. "Dad. None of these people need to live to see tomorrow's sun."

In my previous life, my husband Kael Drayne, heir to the Beast King's throne and full-blooded dragon, cut open my belly with his own hands on the day I gave birth. He pulled our child out and dashed it against the floor in front of me. That was the moment I finally understood. The one he truly loved was my stepsister, Ivy Wren. Because she couldn't bear to watch the man she loved marry someone else, Ivy had staged a dramatic exit on our wedding day, slipping out alone, only to run into a gang of rogue beastkin. She vanished without a trace. Kael blamed every last bit of it on me. He hated me for it with everything he had. "Just because you're the only pure-blooded white wolf, you think you had the right to come between me and Ivy? She's gone because of you. I'm going to throw you to the horde — let you feel exactly what she went through." But he was the one who'd pursued me. He was the one who'd confessed his feelings. It was because I chose him that he was able to claim the throne at all. None of it mattered to him. There was nothing left in his eyes but hatred. Kael hurled me into a frenzied beast horde, and I was torn apart. In those final moments, I saw three figures, Kael's three unremarkable bastard brothers, charging toward me through the chaos, trying to drag me out. But the numbers were too great, the gap in power too wide. In the end, they died there alongside me. I thought my story ended there, full of regret. Then I woke up. I'd been reborn to just before Kael and I were to marry. This time, I wasn't going to choose him. And that, apparently, drove him out of his mind.

After hearing that my brother, Ronan, had bought his mate, Iris, a 200-grand designer bag, my coworker Lilith insisted on coming back to my hometown to attend the marking ceremony. In my previous life, I didn't think much of it and agreed to take her with me. The day after the ceremony, Lilith was found completely naked in Ronan's bed. She screamed that Ronan had assaulted her. Iris, who was pregnant, was so devastated that she miscarried and dissolved their mate bond. Unable to clear his name, Ronan fell into despair and eventually died. My nephew lost his family before he was able to be born. Yet Lilith used that so-called accident to force my parents into accepting her as part of the family. She moved into the home Iris had lovingly decorated for her future life. Even in old age, she would smugly tell me, "Mirabel, the smartest thing I ever did was follow you back home for Ronan's marking ceremony." When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Lilith asked to attend Ronan's marking ceremony. Leaning over from the neighboring cubicle, she looked at me expectantly. "Mirabel, I've never seen an Alpha's marking ceremony before. Could you take me with you?" I swallowed hard and pushed my chair several feet backward. I then replied, "I'm really sorry, but I just got word that Ronan isn't holding the marking ceremony anymore."

I was the sole heiress to the Alpha King of the Northern Territory, yet I fell in love with Caine, the Alpha of the Silver Moon pack in the East. Our territories were sworn enemies, so I kept my identity hidden and stayed by his side in the shadows. For ten years, I was his secretary, his weapon, and his only woman. I helped him transform the Silver Moon pack into one of the most powerful forces in the East. I had always hoped he would propose. After all, every night in bed, he would fuck me hard, his voice rough against my ear as he whispered over and over that I belonged to him. Then one day, after we made love, he said casually,”Starting tomorrow, you'll handle the schedule for the engagement.” I lay there, still trembling in the aftershocks. “Caine.” I sat up, my voice shaking. “Are you... asking me to marry you?” He turned and looked at me like the question surprised him. Like he hadn't expected anything so naive. “Marry you?” His tone was lazy. “The engagement's for Celina.” Celina. The daughter of the River Pack Alpha, next territory over. Something closed around my heart and dropped it straight through the floor. “You're marrying her.” My mind went blank.”Then what am I?” “Sophia,” he said. “You're an Omega. For ten years I've given you the best of everything. Protection. Status. My time.” His thumb stroked along my jaw. “But you know you can never be Luna. Don't go telling yourself fairy tales.” That's when I knew he had never considered me his mate. For his ambition, for that princess, he chose to sacrifice me. So, I chose to destroy everything I had ever given him. I dialed a number I hadn't called in ten years. “Dad.” “Sophia. My little princess. You've finally come to your senses?” The second I heard his voice, my throat locked up. “You were right, Dad. I want to come home.” I forced down the catch in my voice. “Come for me in five days.”

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.

On the day Sebastian formally took over as the Alpha of the Silverfang Pack, he brought only two people with him. One was our son, Leo; the other was his savior, Elina. Leo had inherited his pure Alpha bloodline. He wasn't about to let his son waste that talent in a human town like this. On the other hand, Elina had once saved his life. He owed her a promise, and he had to keep it. Only when it came to me did he say, "Faye, wait for me. Once I've stabilized things in the territory, I'll come back for you." In my previous life, I clung to that promise and waited in that shabby rental year after year. In the end, I died there alone. He never returned for me. Fortunately, the Moon Goddess gave me a second chance. I swallowed my last breath on that cold bed. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Sebastian's bloodline awakened. I had returned to three years earlier, to a time when everything could still be changed. This time, I wouldn't wait. I grabbed my backpack and walked straight toward the highway without looking back. From now on, he would live his life as an Alpha, and I would live my own life. Our paths no longer needed to cross.

At the party celebrating my mating anniversary with Damian, he lost a game to his friends. His penalty was to kiss the person he loved most, right then and there. My mate claimed childhood trauma made any physical intimacy unbearable. Yet he kissed his first love, Amber, without a moment's hesitation. They stayed locked in that kiss for a full three minutes, completely lost in each other. Just when everyone expected me to make a scene and storm out, I calmly pulled out the bond-dissolution papers and laid them in front of Damian. "Sign." Damian stared at the bond-dissolution papers, then suddenly laughed. "Grace Bennett, it was just a game. Are you really going to end our bond over this?" I slid the bond-dissolution papers closer to him. "Yes. I am."

I dated Logan, the Alpha of the most powerful pack in the North, for three years. For his sake, I left my own pack and moved into Black Moon territory. The day a rival pack attacked us, I sat alone in the emergency room getting twelve stitches. Logan never came. He sent a trainee guard to watch me and left a message: "I'm busy. Take a cab back to the estate." At that same moment, his secretary Maggie's livestream was going viral. All because she'd gotten a minor scrape, Logan deployed ten private helicopters and locked down the entire street. He said, "Anyone who makes her bleed a single drop is making an enemy of me." I looked at my sutured wound. I didn't cry. I was his mate. But in his eyes, I didn't deserve even a word of concern. I dissolved the mate bond and left Black Moon territory for good. Later, he tried to hand me the entire Black Moon territory just to bring me back. I didn't even look at it. Not out of spite. The version of me who would have waited for him simply didn't exist anymore.

At the pack's annual ritual, Damian's childhood sweetheart's daughter, Chloe, threw my three-month-old son onto the altar. The altar's power drained every drop of blood from his body, leaving behind nothing but a shriveled corpse. I stared at his mangled body and cried until my heart broke. I dragged her before the Werewolf Bureau and confronted her mother, Serena, demanding answers. But Damian, the Alpha and my mate, turned on me instead. "Chloe is just a pup! Pups make mistakes. Do you really want to drive her to her death?" Damian and his parents branded me as heartless and unforgiving. After losing my son, I sank into despair and spiraled into severe depression. My son was the future Alpha. After his death, Serena's son, who also carried the Alpha bloodline, became the next in line. Twenty years later, Axel became the Alpha. The first thing he did was pin the blame on me and have me exiled. I was tortured to death in the Wasteland. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the ritual. I immediately mind-linked my parents and told them to take my son away. But this time, Chloe still threw a baby onto the altar.

On the night of our mating ceremony, I found out my mate, Alpha Cain, had an Omega mistress. And they already had two pups together. Seeing he couldn't hide it anymore, he finally told the truth. "You were poisoned by silver, and the pack doctor said it'd be hard for you to get pregnant. Jasmine is a highly fertile Omega..." He hugged me, his eyes red as he promised. "Aurora, you are my Luna, my mate. I swear on my wolf, I only love you. As long as you just accept this, a mistress like her can never threaten your position." My wolf whimpered in agony. In my grief, I smashed everything and screamed the words to reject our mate bond. But I didn't expect my family to face his retaliation so soon. After my family was ruined, he locked me in a silver room and tortured me to death. "I told you, as long as you accepted it, you'd still be my Luna! Why did you have to break the bond? Why betray our love and make us both suffer the backlash?" My consciousness faded, and I died completely. When I opened my eyes, I was back. Back on the night of our mating ceremony. Right when I discovered his filthy secret. This time, I didn't cry or scream. Instead, I calmly took Cain's arm. "You are my Alpha. I could never blame you." When the time is right, I will send him straight to hell.

My mate and I have been together for five years, but he always said he wanted to save up $500,000 before marrying me. To help him reach that number faster, I secretly became the most sought-after fidelity tester in the city. One day, I landed a big case. The client complained to me, "We've been together for four years, and he's very generous. He's even planning to propose because he's worried I feel insecure, and he bought me a house." "But I heard he had a mate before me, so just want to make sure he really loves me." She was complaining, sure, but the happiness on her face was impossible to hide. She even showed me photos from their date last month. The moment I saw the photos, I froze. The couple in the pictures were vacationing at the most popular resort in pack territory, their faces pressed close together. They looked blissful and sweet. If only the man in the photo hadn't been Alexander.