The son I'd raised for twenty years ran off with an Omega servant. He left a note saying if he couldn't be with the one he loved, he didn't want to be Alpha. I burned the letter and turned to support my rival's son instead. Because in my past life, I'd forced my son to return and take his place as Alpha. The Omega girl he loved was caught by rogues during the chase—they raped her, broke her. She killed herself. Later, after my son became Alpha King, the first thing he did was murder Clara, the Beta's daughter I'd arranged for him to marry. The pack erupted in chaos. Beta Marcus, who loved his daughter more than life itself, demanded justice. My son just smiled and summoned the latrine slaves, reeking of sewage and filth. In front of the entire pack, he ordered them to defile me, to ruin my Luna scent forever. He looked down at me with contempt. "You destroyed my future with Ivy by dragging me back, then you had those rogues rape her to break my will. Now I'll let you taste what it's like to be violated by the pack's filth!" Then he pointed at me and announced to Beta Marcus. "She's the real culprit! If she hadn't forced your daughter on me, Clara would still be alive!" Beta Marcus, his eyes glowing red with feral rage, shoved my head into the cesspool. The thick, vile sludge filled my lungs as I drowned in the pack's waste. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my son left his note. "Luna Selene, don't worry! I'll send trackers immediately. We'll bring the future Alpha back before sunset!" The Gamma's confident voice finally pulled me out of the nightmare of my past death. My nails had torn through the paper in my hands. In my past life, when I'd read this note, I'd been furious. With the succession ceremony just three days away, I'd ordered the Gamma Caleb to hunt him down immediately. But now... I held the letter to a candle flame and watched the ashes dance in the air. My voice was calm. "Don't bother. Come with me to Damon's den instead." The Gamma's head snapped up, shock written across his face. He didn't dare question me. He simply melted into the shadows behind me as we left the royal pack house under cover of darkness. When word reached him of my arrival, Damon rushed out to meet me, bowing respectfully with his neck bared in submission. "Mother—Luna Selene. What brings you here?" Looking at the face I'd once despised to my very core, I felt a strange disconnect. My dead mate had only ever had two sons. One was Asher, born from my womb. The other was Damon, standing before me now—born from the woman my mate truly loved, the one who died giving birth to him. If it weren't for my position as Luna and the power of my bloodline, that bastard would have made Damon his heir without a second thought. He loved that dead female more than he ever loved me. "Luna Selene?" Damon called out again softly, suspicion flickering in his eyes. After all, in all these years, I'd never shown him anything but cold contempt. I'd certainly never sought him out. This time, I smiled at him warmly and reached out to take his hand, my voice gentle. "Damon, don't be so formal. You can call me Mother from now on." Damon's whole body went rigid. His eyes widened as he stared at me in shock. Then I continued. "Your father is dead. Asher isn't fit to lead the pack. I've thought it over carefully. You're the only one strong enough to hold our territory. It's late, but... why don't we go inside and talk?" By the time I left Damon's den, dawn was breaking. My Gamma materialized beside me, hesitating before speaking. "Luna Selene, are you really going to—" His words were cut off by a cold, furious voice. "Selene!"
The Gamma's face changed. He reached for his weapon but froze when he saw it was Asher. "What, Mother? So scared Damon will take the throne that you came to drag me back before dawn?" Asher's mocking eyes moved from the Gamma to me. But underneath, I caught something else—hatred. My blood went cold. A terrible thought hit me. Has Asher been reborn too? I kept my voice steady. "You chose to run off with that Omega and give up being Alpha. I can only respect your choice. Why would I drag you back? I just couldn't sleep. I'm old. I was taking a walk." The moment I spoke, Asher's face darkened. Then his eyes flashed with understanding. He stepped forward and stared straight at me. After a long pause, he laughed. It sounded fake. "So Mother and I have both been reborn. Why act like enemies?" "They say there's no lasting hatry between mother and son. I hated you in my past life because you hurt Ivy. But nothing's happened yet. I won't target you this time." He paused. "After all, only Damon and I can inherit the Alpha position. And you're Damon's mother's killer. So we're in this together, aren't we?" As he spoke, my face went pale. The injustice flooded through me like a wave. My dead mate had believed I killed her for twenty years. Now even my own son believed it too. The only one who trusted me was Damon—the dead woman's son. "She died in childbirth! What does that have to do with me!" Seeing my reaction, Asher became more certain. He laughed. "Alright, I'm not going to expose you. You're my mother. If I said anything, it would ruin my reputation too." "But from now on, don't interfere in things that don't concern you." He turned to Ivy beside him, his eyes going soft. "Ivy, I was too impulsive in our past life. That's how they hurt you. But this life is different. I've prepared everything. I swear I'll make you Luna!" Ivy buried her face in Asher's chest and nodded shyly. "I'll listen to whatever you say, my Alpha." I watched them coldly. Last life I gave you the throne and you didn't want it. This life you've tasted power and now you want everything. But it's too late. Asher returned to the pack house before me. He announced that the Omega servant Ivy was now his chosen mate. At the same time, I summoned Clara, the Beta's daughter. Beta Marcus led most of the pack's warriors. That's why in my past life I forced Asher to marry Clara—to secure the Beta's support. Clara bowed to me, her hands nervous in her sleeves. I spoke directly. "Do you know why I summoned you?" "I... have some idea." "Do you have feelings for Damon?"
Her head shot up, excitement flashing in her eyes. Then she seemed to remember herself and dropped to her knees. "I wouldn't dare! Both princes are exceptional. I'll accept whatever arrangement you make, Luna!" I smiled and helped her up. "Silly girl. I'm serious. I'm not testing you." "In three days at the succession ceremony, I'm putting Damon on the throne. And you beside him." Clara stared at me, stunned. But before she could respond, noise erupted outside. Ivy walked in like she owned the place. She grabbed Clara's hand without permission and gave me a casual greeting. "Good morning, Luna!" "Oh! You must be Clara! You're pretty, I'll give you that. Nice body too—almost as good as mine. I heard you want to be Asher's mate?" She frowned, pretending to look troubled. "But Asher promised he'd only love me. If you don't mind, I have a cousin back home who's about your age." "Since you can't mate to Asher, why not consider my cousin? He's a pack patrol. Being his mate is better than being some ignored second mate, right?" As she spoke, Ivy's attitude was full of pride. She didn't even acknowledge me. Clara's face had gone pale with humiliation. She looked at me. A Beta's daughter being mocked by the lowest Omega in the pack. Even with Clara's good temper, she couldn't take this. And I wouldn't let her suffer it either. "Caleb. Slap her." The moment I gave the order, my Gamma appeared. In a blink, Ivy was on the floor. Her expression went from shock to hatred. Then she clutched her stomach and started screaming. "Mother, why did you have someone hit me? My stomach—it hurts! The baby...!" I looked at her flat stomach, about to speak, when a force shoved me aside. "You vicious bitch! Who gave you permission to harm my heir!" Asher's push sent me stumbling. My head hit the decorative glass vase. The vase shattered. My temple was being hurt, bruising and bleeding. Clara rushed over to help me. Caleb appeared again, taking a protective stance. I took a sharp breath and waved them off. "I'm fine. Caleb, escort Miss Clara home first." After they left, Asher helped Ivy up. His eyes on me were venomous. "Looks like Mother has already forgotten how miserably you died in our last life. You still want to control everything about me." As he spoke, two figures appeared—reeking latrine slaves. The moment I saw them, my body went stiff. Past life memories rushed back. I could barely hold onto the doorframe as I dry heaved. Asher raised an eyebrow. "So you do remember. Then you should know what to do, right?" I forced myself to stand straight. I looked at the child I'd carried for nine months. Cold spread to my fingertips.
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