"If the Moon Goddess grants us another life, I will never take you as my mate again." These were Silas's final words to me at the end of his life. It seemed the Moon Goddess answered our prayers, sending me back to the exact night Alpha Silas saved my life. When I opened my eyes, the thick stench of ash and blood filled my lungs. I crawled out from the hidden bunker beneath the burning ruins of our packhouse. Silas stood before me, his heavy combat boots planted firmly on the scorched grass. He had just shifted back into his human form, and the silver blade in his hand was still dripping with the blood of rogues He asked, "Are there any other survivors from your family?" In my past life, I had no idea that my sister, Serena, had hidden in the abandoned Moon Shrine to escape the massacre. I had shaken my head and denied it. Because of my ignorance, she was captured by the savage rogues. Later, Silas took me as his mate, but only to repay a life debt he owed my late parents. It was a completely loveless bond. Everything fell apart the day he returned from a border patrol mission, bringing my sister Serena back with him. She was five months pregnant and completely shattered. Seeing her like that, the usually cold and collected Alpha entirely lost his mind. Silas believed I had intentionally hidden the truth about her out of jealousy. He hated me for the rest of his life. He hated me for letting the female he truly loved fall into the hands of rogues and suffer unspeakable horrors. He loathed himself for being bound to me, unable to spend his life with Serena. Right up until his final breath, he never once looked at me with an ounce of tenderness. Suddenly, a low, rumbling growl from Silas's inner wolf pulled me back to reality. I looked up at him, my voice perfectly steady. "My sister... Serena is still alive. She is hiding in the abandoned Moon Shrine." As soon as the words left my mouth, a frail figure stumbled out of the dark woods, sprinting toward us. Serena grabbed my hands tightly, tears streaming down her soot-covered cheeks. "Aria, are you hurt? I thought I would never see you again." Her hands were incredibly warm. I stared at her blankly and murmured, "I am fine." Silas took a step forward. His tall, imposing figure cast a long, dark shadow over us. He took off his heavy tactical jacket and draped it gently over Serena's shivering shoulders. His voice was impossibly gentle. "The night air is freezing. Do not catch a chill." In that moment, everything finally made sense. I understood why, in this life, Silas had arrived at our packhouse fifteen minutes later than he did in the past life. Serena collected herself and wiped away her tears. She looked at me and explained, "Aria, this is the Chief Enforcer of the Lycan Council, Alpha Silas Thorne. He visited our pack when we were just pups. If he had not fought off those rogues at the shrine, I would have..." Her face turned pale with horror, unable to finish the sentence. Silas gripped her hand tightly, his knuckles turning white. His lips were pressed into a grim line. His inner wolf was clearly terrified of losing the female standing in front of him. He cut her off softly. "This is not a safe place to talk. I am taking you back to my pack." Silas guided Serena toward his armored SUV, pulling open the passenger door and carefully helping her inside. Not once did his gaze fall on me. I knew exactly what he was doing. He was fulfilling the dying vow he made in our past life. Finally, I could breathe a sigh of relief. My life was my own again. After a three-day drive, we arrived at the territory of the Bloodwood Pack. Serena and I were settled into the East Wing of the packhouse. In my past life, this area had been strictly forbidden. It was the one place Silas had entirely banned me from entering. Now, basking in the light of Serena's privilege, I finally got to see what was inside. White roses bloomed beautifully in the private garden. The interior design of the rooms was almost a replica of Serena’s old bedroom in our destroyed packhouse. Even the diffusers were filled with the exact vanilla and jasmine scent she always used. The only thing missing was a certain portrait. In my past life, I had sneaked into this wing only once. I found Silas standing in front of an oil painting of a female. His eyes held a profound, tender love that I had never seen before. Before I could clearly see the face of the woman in the painting, his wolf sensed my presence. The tenderness vanished instantly, replaced by his usual cold, ruthless demeanor. His eyes filled with absolute disgust, and his voice was like ice. "Who gave you permission to enter?" "I told you, without my direct order, you are never to set foot in here." At the time, I did not understand the bitter regret in his eyes. It was not until much later that I realized the woman in that painting must have been Serena. Silas was a man with a heart of stone. During the harshest winter of my past life, he had the heating in my quarters cut off for three days straight. The bitter cold seeped into my bones, making my knees ache as if thousands of needles were piercing my joints. To survive the freezing nights, I had no choice but to swallow my pride and beg him to stay in my bed a little longer, just to share his body heat. Silas would laugh coldly, gripping my chin tightly. "The Vance bloodline is supposed to be noble and pure. How did your parents raise such a shameless Omega? You are nothing like..." He would cut himself off, realizing what he was about to say. A flash of vicious hatred would cross his eyes. "Since you brought this upon yourself, do not regret it." That night, he had claimed me with unbearable roughness. The pain was so agonizing that I nearly blacked out. "Do you need anything else for your room? I can have the omegas fetch it for you." A warm, polite voice pulled me back to the present. Serena smiled shyly. "You are too kind, Alpha. I have everything I need." Then, she turned to look at me. "What about you, Aria?" As soon as she spoke, a heavy, unfathomable gaze fell upon me.
His overwhelming Alpha aura was suffocating. A phantom ache flared in my knees, a lingering memory from my past life. I lowered my head, avoiding his gaze. "Thank you, Alpha Silas. I don't need anything." A faint, scoffing laugh broke the silence. Even without looking up, I knew exactly who it was. It was the sound I had heard the most in my past life. Cold and laced with heavy mockery. My previous life was filled with unbearable suffering. I wanted absolutely nothing to do with him anymore, neither as a pack member nor as a mate. But avoiding him was impossible. Because of Serena, Silas visited our wing frequently. Sometimes he brought imported pastries from the eastern market, other times rare perfumes and romance novels to make her smile. It was obvious that Serena was falling for him， too. It was perfect. Without me standing in their way, they were destined to be the perfect mates. "Aria, is this pretty?" Serena's soft voice sounded next to my ear. It was a hand-stitched leather amulet pouch, finely embossed with two intertwined wolves. I nodded. "It is beautiful. Your stitching has always been the best among the females in our pack. He will absolutely love it." She smiled bashfully, looking down. "You always know what to say." Then, a hint of melancholy crossed her face. "There are so many high-ranking noble she-wolves in the Bloodwood Pack. I don't know if the Alpha will actually like something so simple." I gave her an encouraging nod. "He will." It was exactly like my past life. Back then, shortly after Serena was brought back to the pack, my relationship with Silas had hit rock bottom. An older Luna I befriended gave me some advice. She told me to stitch an amulet pouch for him, claiming that male Lycans could never resist a mate's soft, devoted gesture. But my hands were clumsy. The intertwined wolves I stitched looked like stray dogs. I pricked my fingers until they bled, and some of the blood even stained the leather. Then, a few days later, I saw Silas walking out of Serena's room with a rare, genuine smile on his face. Hanging from his tactical belt was a leather amulet pouch. I knew immediately it was Serena's handiwork. That older Luna was right. Male Lycans could not resist such gestures. But she left out one crucial detail. It only worked if the gesture came from the female they truly loved. For the next few days, Silas was surprisingly decent to me. He even bought me my favorite pastries from the market after finishing his Council duties. I ended up never giving him my ugly pouch. Later, it disappeared from my room entirely. One of the omegas probably saw it, thought it was trash, and threw it away. Serena was called out of the room by one of the pack's omegas. I stared blankly at the beautiful amulet pouch left on the table. If my stitching were this perfect, would someone treat me with that kind of love, too? A tall shadow fell over me. Thinking Serena had returned, I picked up the pouch and held it out to hand it back. I looked up, only to crash straight into a pair of pitch-black, predatory eyes. Silas's gaze dropped to the pouch in my hand. A cruel, mocking smirk formed on his lips. "Aria Vance, what kind of pathetic trick are you trying to pull now?" I didn't miss the absolute disgust swirling in his eyes. "Are you really that desperate? Trying to shamelessly crawl into my bed again?" "I told you before. I will never claim you as my mate. You'd better kill that delusion right now." A long-forgotten terror gripped my heart. His aggressive pheromones carried the chilling bite of that past winter, making me shiver violently. I trembled, taking a long moment to find my voice. "Alpha, this is Serena's handiwork. She made it for you." Silas froze. The vicious expression on his face twisted for a fraction of a second, shifting into a scrutinizing glare. "Alpha Silas, you are here." Serena's gentle voice drifted from the doorway. Silas immediately stepped back, putting distance between us. His cold features softened into warmth as he looked at her, his tone slightly probing. "Aria just showed me something. She said it belongs to you." Serena understood instantly. A deep blush spread across her cheeks, though she met his gaze earnestly. "You have taken care of us for so long, and I have nothing valuable to offer in return. Fortunately, my stitching is passable." Even though I wasn't the smartest, I knew how to read a room. I quickly shoved the pouch into Serena's hands and practically ran out the door. My legs were still shaking. I wiped the cold sweat from my forehead. The spring air in the Bloodwood Pack was surprisingly freezing.
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