You Can Keep That Alpha, Sis
In my last life, I made the dumbest mistake—picked up a Moonlight Ring from the grass. That cursed thing locked me into a mate bond with Silvermoon Pack's Alpha.
Too bad his heart already belonged to my sister, Irene. She lived to a hundred, had five pups with her real mate in Ravenshade Pack while I rotted.
Every time she got cozy with her mate, Leon tossed me in the basement.
"You picked up that ring! I had to watch my true love build a family with someone else!"
For eighty years, she lived happily. I barely lived at all.
Leon flayed me open, let my skin grow back, then crushed my bones just to watch them heal.
Every day felt like dying on repeat.
Only when Irene finally kicked the bucket did he let me go.
Then boom—I woke up, right back on the day I picked up that damn ring.
I wasn't gonna screw it up again.
But Irene—always the clean freak—snatched it off the ground before I could stop her.