Chapter 1

In my past life, my Alpha husband, Damian Blackwood, despised me for giving birth to a lowly Omega black wolf pup. He killed our cub with his own hands and tore me apart with claws laced in silver.

As I lay dying, I cursed him to fall into eternal damnation. I watched as his body, along with mine, plunged into the icy depths of the Moonlight Abyss.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of Damian's mate selection ceremony. This time, he chose my younger stepsister, Chloe Thorne—a Beta gray wolf whose bloodline was just one rank above that of an Omega. His gaze, once filled with affection in my previous life, now brimmed with disdain.

I instantly knew Damian had been reborn, just like me.

In my past life, Chloe was ordinary, a Beta with no notable status, while I was an Alpha of the prestigious Silver Moon lineage—second only to the legendary Golden Lycans. Damian had chosen me without hesitation back then.

Later, Chloe married a common Alpha but gave birth to a pure Golden Lycan pup, earning the envy of the entire werewolf society. Meanwhile, I, the high-blooded Alpha, bore a lowly Omega black wolf, subjecting Damian to endless ridicule from the alliance.

This time, Damian believed that choosing Chloe would secure him the golden pup he desired. But bloodlines do not lie. A tainted Omega bloodline like his could never produce a truly pure Golden Lycan.

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A deafening clap of thunder roared as enchanted silver chains sliced through the storm clouds, striking me with merciless precision. My flesh tore apart under their force. As I fell, I saw my husband, Damian Blackwood, standing beyond the storm clouds, his wolfish eyes cold and cruel as he watched me sink lower and lower.

"By the blood of the Silver Moon, I curse Damian to fall into the abyss this instant!" I murmured with my last breath. My curse took hold, and I watched his wolf form shatter and crumble. He fell alongside me, the two of us plunging into the Moonlight Abyss together.

"Elara, what are you daydreaming about?" A nudge jolted me back to reality. Blinking rapidly, I turned to see my father, Gideon Thorne, standing beside me.

I wasn't dead. The silver chains hadn't pierced my heart. Confused and disoriented, I glanced around, trying to shake off the feeling that this was some cruel illusion. But everything felt too vivid, too real. I had been reborn—and it was the day of Damian's mate selection ceremony.

"Damian, between my two daughters, which one will you choose?" my father, the Alpha of the Silver Moon pack, asked.

My eyes met Damian's. In my past life, his gaze had been tender and unwavering as he handed me the Blackwood family's wolf fang token, a symbol of his commitment. But this time, his eyes were filled with unmistakable loathing.

"Although my younger daughter Chloe is merely a Beta gray wolf by bloodline, she has a loyal heart and a gentle nature. I know she has long admired you. If you return her feelings, I will gladly bless this union," my father said, stroking his beard. Chloe stood shyly beside him, occasionally sneaking glances at Damian.

The mate selection of a Golden Lycan was a significant event in the werewolf alliance. It determined the continuation of a prestigious bloodline, and even the Elders of the alliance came to witness it. Though my father spoke as if Chloe were a viable option, everyone knew the truth: Damian, as a superior Golden Lycan, was expected to choose me, a high-ranking Silver Moon Alpha.

But Damian handed the wolf fang token to Chloe.

Gasps rippled through the room. Even Chloe looked stunned, her eyes wide in disbelief. And in that moment, I was certain—Damian had been reborn just like me.

In my previous life, Damian had chosen me, just as everyone had anticipated. Chloe, with my father's help, had married another Silver Moon Alpha of our kind. Back then, Damian had showered me with love and care, and we were considered the ideal couple in the alliance—until I gave birth to an Omega black wolf pup.

Everything changed after that.

The alliance mocked Damian relentlessly, questioning the purity of his bloodline. Meanwhile, Chloe gave birth to a golden-furred pup, earning her family endless praise and admiration.

Humiliated, Damian grew cold and distant. He began to lash out at me, openly regretting that he hadn't chosen Chloe as his mate.

The werewolf hierarchy was everything in our world. Bloodlines determined status: Omega black wolves were at the bottom, followed by Beta gray wolves, Alpha silver wolves, and the revered Golden Lycans at the top. Each rank was further divided into lower, middle, and upper tiers, with higher bloodlines being rarer and more powerful. Families with superior bloodlines naturally held higher status in the alliance.

Choosing a mate wasn't just about love; it was a political and practical decision to ensure powerful offspring. Though exceptions existed—a low-ranking wolf might produce a high-ranking pup, or vice versa—such occurrences were rare. A werewolf only fully matured when they gained the ability to shift seamlessly between human and wolf forms.

Damian, consumed by the shame of being paired with me, became increasingly unhinged. To restore his reputation, he spread a vile rumor that I had mated with a rogue Omega, claiming that was why I birthed a black wolf.

He killed our pup with a single blow before summoning enchanted silver chains to execute me. I died without ever revealing the truth: Damian Blackwood, the so-called Golden Lycan, was nothing more than a lowly Omega black wolf in disguise.