The Day I Was Reborn, I Rejected the Alpha
The Day I Was Reborn, I Rejected the Alpha
In my previous life, on my third year as Luna, I took an arrow tipped with wolfsbane meant for my Alpha mate Julian.
My wolf was nearly killed, and I lay comatose for three full years.
When I finally woke, Julian held my sister Lyra's hand and told me they were in love. He wanted me to step aside.
My adoptive mother, Eleanor, pressured me to accept it.
I refused.
When the three of them closed in on me, I appealed to the Council of Elders.
In the end, the Council ruled that Lyra be exiled.
She couldn't bear the humiliation, and took her own life.
Julian let me keep my title as Luna, but he hated me for the rest of his life.
He would look at me with cold, dead eyes. "You should never have woken up. Then I wouldn't have lost Lyra."
My adoptive mother blamed me too — for killing my sister, for destroying our family.
Seven years later, grief and alcohol had hollowed Julian out completely.
On his deathbed, the cold mask slipped. He gripped my hand.
"In the next life... will you let me have Lyra?"
Something in me went numb.
After Julian was gone, the pack fell apart without an Alpha. Every one of them cursed me for being the one still alive.
In the fighting that came after, my own pack handed me over to a rival pack. They put a dozen arrows through me. I died alone in the wilderness.
When I opened my eyes, I was back — back to the day I first woke up.