The Fake Luna He Married
I died once—on the eve of their wedding. He held her in his arms while the one I loved most shoved me into the firelight. Laughter and the gleam of blood were the final scene before I left this world.
But the Moon Goddess seemed to have pity for me.
I was reborn and sent back to the point where everything first collapsed—the day my parents forced me to give up the Alpha’s love, forced me to go abroad, forced me to ‘disappear sensibly’ like a joke.
My lover texted me to ‘stop fantasizing,’ and had me to watch with my own eyes as he tangled with her.
In my previous life I knelt and begged, cried as I explained, begged them to believe in what the Moon Goddess had ordained.
This time, I smiled and agreed to every one of their demands. I would go; I would be good; I would be more obedient than anyone.
But when I turned back again, I would never beg for anyone’s forgiveness. I would make them watch with their own eyes how the Omega that was trampled into the mud, little by little, tore apart their so‑called destiny and glory.