On the day of my Luna Coronation, the low-ranking Omega Healer living in my mate's packhouse appeared before the entire assembly—clothes torn, hair disheveled—screaming that I'd hired Rogues to defile her. The guests turned on me instantly, their fingers pointed at my face like claws. "Poisonous bitch." "Unworthy Luna." The Omega wailed louder: "I only stayed in the packhouse to heal the sick! There was never anything between the Alpha and me—never! If the Luna hates me so much, just banish me! Why destroy my life?" To save face for both our bloodlines, I swallowed my pride. Through tears I didn't mean, I accepted blame for a crime I didn't commit. At my own mating ceremony, I agreed to let her become his second Luna—a co-equal mate. My Alpha looked at me with such theatrical pain as he grabbed my right hand. The snap of bone echoed through the hall. "Sage saved my life," he said, cradling my shattered hand like it was nothing. "This is the only way she'll forgive you. The only way we can have peace." My reputation destroyed, I had no choice but to endure. I served his family. His mother. His pathetic pack. Day after day, year after year. Until my body gave out. Until I died alone, unwanted. But before my last breath, I learned the truth: there were no Rogues. My mate and his precious Omega had orchestrated everything. They'd planned it together—to steal my title, my wealth, my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the morning of my Luna Coronation. This time, I didn't hesitate. "Lock down the entire packhouse," I commanded my warrior maidens. "Bind every male within a fifty-mile radius. Every. Single. One." But Sage still claimed someone violated her. Impossible. ... "Raina, what is the meaning of this..." I ripped off my ceremonial veil myself and tossed it to a maiden. Walking into the ceremony hall with my head held high, I smiled—a predator's smile. "Alpha Donovan, don't panic. I had a nightmare last night—a vision of Rogues disrupting our sacred day." "I merely increased security. Surely you understand." Donovan's face went rigid. "Isn't this... excessive? The High Council is watching..." "Let them watch." I cut him off, my gaze sweeping the assembled guests. Those who'd been whispering fell silent the moment my eyes found them. I am the Grand Luna's niece. The daughter of the High Alpha bloodline. The Alpha King himself declared me Princess of the Northern Packs. No one dares challenge me. In the ceremony hall, Donovan's mother sat in the place of honor, ready to receive our oaths of fealty. One look from me, and my maidens moved. They hauled her off the throne. I walked past her trembling form and sat down myself. Donovan's mother stumbled backward, her finger shaking as she pointed at my face: "Outrageous! You think because you're a pureblood princess, you can disrespect your Alpha's mother?" "I haven't even accepted you yet, and you're already acting like this? Have you no shame?" "Careful, Elder." I examined my nails, bored. "The ceremony hasn't begun. The mating bond hasn't formed. Technically, I'm not part of your pack yet." I looked up at Donovan with a cold smile. "Isn't that right, Alpha?" But Donovan wasn't listening. His eyes kept darting toward the back gardens. Sweat beaded on his forehead, running down his temples. I knew exactly what he was waiting for. In my first life, this is when Sage would have been "attacked." But now the packhouse was on lockdown. He couldn't check on her. Couldn't confirm if his little scheme had worked. "Raina is right," he said finally, voice tight. "The ceremony... we still have a few minutes." His mother's face went purple with rage, but my bloodline kept her silent. That's when it happened. A scream—raw and devastating—tore through the air from the back gardens. "HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!" The guests jumped to their feet, necks craning toward the sound. "Something's happened!" "The back gardens—" A woman stumbled into the ceremony hall, her dress torn, her hair wild, her eyes red from crying. Sage. She collapsed in the center of the hall, her sobs echoing off the marble. "Princess! How could you be so cruel!" "I'm just a Healer—I only stayed here to serve the Alpha! You're jealous, so you hired Rogues to—to—" She threw herself toward a pillar. "I can't live like this! I have no honor left!" Several pack women caught her before she could crack her skull open. "Miss Sage! Please don't do anything rash!" "Think of your patients!" The scene unfolded exactly like my first life.
"Raina! How could you be so heartless!" Donovan's voice cracked with fake anguish. He rushed forward, stripping off his ceremonial Alpha's cloak and draping it over Sage's trembling shoulders. "Sage saved my life when I was poisoned by silver! She's served this pack faithfully, healing our warriors without complaint!" "If you can't accept her, I'll send her away—but hiring Rogues to defile her? You wanted to destroy her!" His performance was Oscar-worthy. The High Council members—those pompous purebloods in their expensive suits—looked at me like I was filth. "A princess with such a poisonous heart." "She looks so refined on the surface, but her methods are disgusting. How can she be Luna?" I sat perfectly still on the throne, listening to their insults. In my first life, I'd been so ashamed. So desperate to prove my innocence that I'd crumbled under the weight of their judgment. But now? I lifted my teacup and took a slow sip. "Are you finished?" The porcelain clinked as I set it down. My eyes locked on Sage like a wolf cornering prey. "You claim I hired Rogues to violate you. Fine. Then show me these Rogues. Where's your proof?" Sage's crying hitched. She pressed herself against Donovan's chest. "It was—it was a Rogue, Princess. He said you paid him to—to hurt me..." "I fought him off, and he ran. I'm just an Omega—I couldn't stop him alone..." "He ran?" I cut through her rambling with a laugh sharp enough to draw blood. "I sealed the packhouse before dawn. Not even a stray mosquito could get past my warriors. So tell me—how did this Rogue get in and out?" "You have no witnesses. No evidence. Yet you dare accuse a pureblood princess of such crimes?" Silence fell over the hall. The guests exchanged nervous glances. She's right, their faces said. If the princess really locked everything down, where's the Rogue? Sage's face went pale, but she recovered fast. From inside her torn dress, she pulled out a jade pendant and held it high. "I have proof! The Rogue dropped this when he ran!" Someone in the crowd gasped. "That's the Princess of the Northern Packs' personal pendant! She wears it every day!" "Oh goddess, the princess isn't wearing hers—" "This is solid evidence!" The accusations came at me like a tidal wave. Donovan shook his head, his expression heavy with disappointed righteousness. "Raina. The proof is right there. Why keep lying?" He stepped closer, looking down at me with those fake sympathetic eyes. "Just apologize. I'll let this go." "But Sage saved my life, and because of you, she's lost her honor. She needs... compensation." He paused, as if the next words pained him. "Let her join our bond as co-Luna. Give her a title. Consider it your way of making amends."
Co-Luna? In his dreams. I rose slowly from the throne, my heels clicking against marble as I approached Sage. "You say this is my personal pendant?" Sage flinched backward but held the jade higher, her voice shaking. "Yes! It has the royal crest—it can't be fake! This is proof!" I reached out with two fingers, using a silk handkerchief to pinch the corner of the pendant like it was covered in filth. Holding it up to the light, I let my lip curl in disgust. "The crest is real. But this thing..." I flicked my wrist. The pendant flew from my fingers and smacked Sage across the face with a sharp crack. She yelped, red blooming across her cheek where the jade struck. "This cheap piece of garbage is supposed to be mine?" I turned to my head maiden. "Snowcloud. Show them what a real royal pendant looks like." Snowcloud stepped forward, her spine straight with pride. She pulled a silk pouch from her dress and opened it for all to see. Inside lay a pendant identical in design—but the craftsmanship was incomparable. This one glowed with an inner light, flawless and radiant. The jade was the color of moonlight on water, worth more than Donovan's entire pack estate. Donovan's face went white as death. Sweat poured down his temples. "That's not—you were supposed to—" He bit his tongue so hard I could smell blood. Of course he couldn't finish that sentence. The pendant in Sage's hand was the one I'd given him before our mating ceremony—a token of my love, my trust. He'd used my gift to frame me. In my first life, I'd screamed the truth about that pendant until my voice broke. No one believed me. But I learned my lesson. This time, before I even arrived at the ceremony, I'd sent Snowcloud back to my estate to retrieve a better pendant—one that made his little prop look like a carnival prize. "My pendants are carved from moon jade, gifted by the Western Wolf King himself. They glow in darkness. They're priceless." I pointed at the sad little trinket on the floor. "That thing?Shoddy workmanship—just a cheap knockoff. I wouldn't even give it to my lowest-ranking omega servant." "Sage," I said, my voice dropping to something cold and deadly, "you forged a royal artifact and used it to frame a pureblood princess. Do you know what the punishment is for that?" Her face crumbled, tears streaming as she shook her head frantically. "No—no, that's not—this is yours! The Rogue had it, I swear—" "Enough." I didn't give her time to spin more lies. "Seize her. Beat her to death with silver chains." My warrior maidens moved like a strike force, their hands already reaching for their weapons. "I'd like to see you try!" Donovan's mother threw herself in front of Sage, her face twisted with rage. "Raina! You're not even officially mated yet, and you're ordering executions? You think you can ignore your Alpha's mother?" At the same time, several Council members—clearly bought and paid for by Donovan—stood up with practiced outrage. "Princess, have mercy!" "Miss Sage's assault hasn't even been investigated properly—" "We must petition the Alpha King to strip you of your title! Such cruelty, such arrogance!" My maidens had their blades drawn. Donovan's family and their pet politicians stood opposite, shouting about morality and tradition. Sage cowered behind Donovan's mother, sobbing dramatically: "Princess, what did I do to deserve this? Please—just let me leave! " Her pathetic performance stirred the crowd's sympathy. The guests whispered that I was a tyrant, crushing the weak beneath my pureblood heel. Donovan stepped forward, his voice low and threatening. "Raina. This has gotten out of hand. You can't prove your innocence anymore." "Just apologize. Accept Sage into the bond. We can still salvage this." Salvage this. Like I was the problem. Like I was the one who needed fixing. I stared at his lying face, my wolf howling for blood beneath my skin. I was half a second from giving the order—consequences be damned—when— A high, formal voice rang through the hall: "THE GRAND LUNA ARRIVES!"
Relief flooded my chest. When I'd arrived at the packhouse, I'd sent a maiden to the High Council chambers with an urgent message. I hadn't expected the Grand Luna to respond this quickly. The crowd parted like water as she swept into the hall, her entourage of advisors and guards flanking her. The Grand Luna's eyes—cold and ancient—scanned the room. Every single person dropped to their knees. Even Donovan's arrogant mother pressed her forehead to the floor. "I heard," the Grand Luna said, her voice like frosted steel, "that someone has been threatening my niece." I let my eyes well up—just enough—and walked to her side. "Aunt..." She took my hand, her grip warm and reassuring. "Don't be afraid, child. I'm here." Her gaze swept over the kneeling crowd like a blade. "I granted this mating bond myself. Who dares disrupt a ceremony I personally blessed?" Donovan and Sage stayed pressed to the floor, trembling. Donovan crawled forward on his knees, his forehead touching marble. "Grand Luna, please—I would never—" "The princess is consumed with jealousy! She hired Rogues to destroy Miss Sage's honor, and when we confronted her, she tried to execute an innocent Omega!" "I only wanted to protect the pack's dignity—" "Silence!" The Grand Luna's hand slammed down on the arm of her chair, the sound echoing like thunder. "I raised Raina from a pup. I know exactly what kind of wolf she is." "If she truly wanted someone dead, she'd give the order openly. She has the authority. She doesn't need to hire Rogues." Her voice dropped to something dangerous. "But you—all of you—you reek of deception. You've tried to humiliate a pureblood princess at her own mating ceremony." Donovan's face went from white to gray, sweat dripping from his nose. I thought the worst was over. I thought we'd won. That's when Sage's head snapped up, her eyes wild with desperation. She knew—if she couldn't make her lies stick, she was dead. "Grand Luna, please!" She slammed her forehead against the floor over and over, blood welling from the impact. "I'm just a lowborn Omega! The princess wants me silenced because I know the truth!" "Is there no justice for wolves like me?!" She lurched to her feet, swaying. "If this is how it ends—I'll die with honor!" She threw herself at a marble pillar—hard. "Stop her!" The sickening thud of skull against stone. Blood sprayed across white marble. Sage collapsed, half her face painted red, convulsing on the floor. Donovan let out a strangled cry, cradling her broken body. "Sage! Why—you didn't have to—" The guests stared in horror. Even the Grand Luna's expression tightened. A death at a royal mating ceremony—the scandal would be catastrophic. "Someone get a Healer!" The tension in the room was suffocating. Just as the crowd began to turn against me again— Footsteps thundered from the back gardens. A packhouse servant stumbled into the hall, gasping for air. "Alpha! We found him—we found the Rogue!" "He was hiding in the old den beneath the garden!" My blood turned to ice. No. That's impossible. I'd locked down every entrance. I'd bound every male within miles. Where the hell did they get a Rogue? I spun toward Donovan. His face—for just a split second—showed triumph. Did they really manage to conjure a man out of thin air? Even in this second life, am I still trapped in their game?
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