In my past life, during my Silvermoon Pack's Mating Ceremony, I saved a wolf who had been brutally defeated in a territorial dispute. He turned out to be Julian, the Alpha heir of the Crimson Sun Pack. To repay my kindness, Julian returned to his pack and immediately declared me his future Luna. Within a year, I gave birth to a pure-blooded Alpha, a miracle not seen in a century. Julian was ecstatic. When his father stepped down, he officially made me his Luna. I had a mate who was outwardly loyal and a status that was second to none. Meanwhile, my sister, Rosalie, chose Jacob, the fierce Alpha of the Stone Ridge Pack. But she was cast out for her betrayal, tortured and broken, and sent back to us in shame. Our pack believed she had disgraced our name and drove her away. I pitied her, alone and helpless, and brought her to live with me in the Crimson Sun territory. But she grew jealous of my life. She murdered me with silver-laced poison and threw our child from the highest tower to his death. When I open my eyes again, I’m back at the Mating Ceremony. I watch my sister run without hesitation toward the wolf lying half-dead in the woods—Julian. I know instantly. She’s been reborn, too. But she doesn’t know the truth. Saving an Alpha is one thing, but carrying his pure-blooded heir is a living hell. The title of Luna of the Crimson Sun Pack is not so easily won. … To ensure the strength and future of our pack, all young women of the Silvermoon Pack must choose a mate upon coming of age. My sister Rosalie and I were known as the beauties of our pack, and the news of our ceremony drew nearly every eligible male from the neighboring territories to our camp. My mind is a chaotic mess, my head splitting with a pain so intense I want to curl up on the ground and scream. Rosalie is standing beside me, her face glowing with excitement, while one of the pack elders drones on and on. Seeing this familiar scene, my fists clench. I've been reborn. I'm back on the day we were meant to choose our mates. Looking at Rosalie’s sweet smile, I can’t stop myself from trembling. If I hadn't lived through her betrayal, I never would have known the venomous heart that hid behind that beautiful face. In my last life, on our way to the ceremony hall, we found a wolf grievously wounded, his skin seared by silver. My sister, desperate to pick the strongest mate before I could, ran ahead to the hall while I stayed to heal the injured wolf. After she chose Jacob, the Stone Ridge Alpha, she lied, telling everyone I had scorned the ceremony. She dismissed all the remaining males. When I finally arrived, the hall was empty. The elder scolded me for my willfulness and sentenced me to the confinement chamber for reflection. Rosalie was thrilled. I was born with more of the Moon Goddess's favor, my wolf form more beautiful than hers. I had always outshone her, and the pack members had always preferred me. Now, I was mateless and had angered several packs. It was exactly what she had wanted. Just as our people worried for my future, an envoy from the Crimson Sun Pack arrived with a lavish bride price, asking for my hand on behalf of their Alpha heir. The dying wolf I had saved was Julian. When Rosalie heard the news, her face twisted with rage. Less than a year after my union with Julian, I gave him the pack’s first pure-blooded Alpha in a hundred years. Julian was overjoyed. After his father abdicated, he immediately made me his Luna. The entire Crimson Sun Pack was grateful to me for giving them such a powerful heir. The elders constantly warned Julian to be faithful and never betray me. My glory was infinite. My sister's fate, however, was tragic. After marrying Jacob, she was exposed for infidelity and sent back to our pack, her body covered in scars. Our people, ashamed of her, exiled her. She wandered the wilds, fighting with rogue Omegas for scraps of food, even suffering their assaults. I took pity on her lonely state. Remembering we were sisters, I brought her to the Crimson Sun Pack. But seeing my noble status, Rosalie’s heart filled with jealousy. She poisoned me when my guard was down and dashed my child to his death. She hated me to the core. The poison she used was an agonizing toxin designed to inflict maximum pain on a werewolf. The memory of my death sends a shiver down my spine, and I subtly edge away from her. My sister glances around anxiously. As we approach the same patch of woods where I saved Julian last time, I don't make a move. She shoves me aside. "This poor wolf," she says with a smile. "I have to save him. Clara, you go on to the ceremony hall." Without a second thought, she begins tending to Julian's wounds. Seeing this, I understand everything. My sister has been reborn, too. I wait for her, but she impatiently urges me to leave. I turn and walk away without hesitation, leaving her to bask in her dream of becoming the supreme Luna. Rosalie, saving a life is easy. Being a Luna is hard. In your last life, you only saw the power and glory that surrounded me. You never saw the thorns that tore my flesh to ribbons.
I arrive at the ceremony hall to find it packed with males from various packs. Their muscles are bulging, and the air is thick with the scent of testosterone. I don’t try to sabotage Rosalie like she did to me in our last life. Instead, I offer them a graceful curtsy and explain that my sister was delayed but will be along shortly, asking for their patience. They smile and tell me they understand. These male wolves are all eager to find a mate, each one trying desperately to show off their charm. The naive girl I was in my past life would have been swept off her feet. But now, my heart is filled with a bitterness that makes it impossible to smile. My eyes immediately find my sister’s former mate, the Alpha of the Stone Ridge Pack—Jacob. He stands out in the crowd, his presence calm and steady. Jacob isn’t fawning over me like the other males. In fact, he’s standing at a distance. If it weren't for the flicker of admiration in his eyes when he looks at me, I might have thought he wasn't interested at all. Just then, my sister Rosalie rushes into the hall, beads of sweat on her forehead. A look of surprise flashes in her eyes when she sees the room is still full. Did she really think I would stoop to her level and seek revenge? Rosalie announces, "I'm sorry, everyone, but I have already given my heart to another. I have decided to be his mate." A wave of disappointment ripples through the males, but they quickly turn their attention back to me, their enthusiasm renewed. A spark of jealousy flashes in my sister's eyes. She points to Jacob in the distance. "I think that one looks good enough for my sister. Our mother is gone, so as the elder sister, I’ll make the decision for Clara. I betroth you to him." Seeing her smug, meaningful smile, I lower my gaze to hide the complex emotions swirling within me. My sister wants me to suffer the same fate she did in her last life. And just like that, with Rosalie’s silver tongue, my marriage to Jacob is decided. The elder is annoyed that she participated in the ceremony despite already having a mate, but he only sentences her to confinement for a few days of reflection. I count the hours, knowing the envoy from the Crimson Sun Pack should be arriving soon. What I don't expect is that this time, Julian comes to ask for her hand himself. The elder is stunned by the news. Our Silvermoon Pack's status has long since faded. Even in our prime, we never managed to attract a suitor from a noble bloodline like the Crimson Sun Pack, let alone their direct heir, Julian. The elder bows low, speaking to Julian with the utmost respect. My sister has already been released and now stands beside the elder, gazing at Julian adoringly. "I've been waiting for you. The elder even locked me up." Her words make both the elder and Julian flinch. Julian’s face darkens with anger. "Why would you lock up my future Luna?" Julian has always been domineering. He sees the elder's action as a direct insult. Seeing Julian's displeasure, beads of cold sweat form on the elder's forehead. His lips move, but in the end, he bows his head in defeat. "I accept any punishment, Alpha Heir." I can't bear to see this old man who raised us treated so humbly. I step forward. "Your Highness, you misunderstand. My sister participated in the Mating Ceremony even though her heart was already promised to you. The elder was only trying to protect her reputation. Otherwise, the other packs would surely hold it against her." Julian’s eyes fall on me, and a flicker of surprise and admiration crosses his face. Sensing his interest, Rosalie becomes defensive, quickly linking her arm with his and whining for his attention. Watching my sister’s frivolous display, the elder looks as if he might faint.
At Julian's forceful insistence, the date for my sister's union ceremony is set. Then, with a glint in her eye, Rosalie maliciously suggests that I should have my ceremony on the same day. She claims that as sisters, we are very close. Now that she is to become Julian's Luna, she wants me to share in her good fortune, to let Jacob know that I have a powerful pack backing me. Her words sound so sincere that even Julian's gaze softens. The elder is hesitant. A union ceremony is the most important day in a wolf's life. The bride is meant to be the sole focus of attention. It’s unheard of for two brides from the same pack to be wed on the same day. Besides, Rosalie is marrying the noble heir of the Crimson Sun Pack. Her procession and dowry will far outshine mine. He is about to protest, but I place a hand on his arm and smile at my sister. "You're so good to me, sister." I feel Julian's undisguised stare on me, and my smile tightens. Rosalie glares at me and steps in front of him, blocking his view. Jacob arrives with the bride price. Following an ancient tradition, he has personally hunted a rare white stag as a gift. My wedding in the last life was rushed, so I never saw Jacob’s courtship of my sister. But I imagine she must have received this same magnificent gift. Rosalie’s face darkens slightly, annoyed that Jacob would value me so highly. I have to stifle a laugh. She isn't even his mate in this life, yet she's still angry over this. What a strange person she is… The elder, weary from the day’s events, retires to rest. The days leading up to the ceremony are pure bliss for me. In my past life, I was married in a hurry and immediately shackled by the endless rules of the Crimson Sun Pack. This time, I get to enjoy the freedom and anticipation a bride-to-be deserves. I take Jacob for walks through the Silvermoon territory, while my sister spends her days clinging to Julian, constantly in his quarters. The day before our ceremonies, the elder summons us both to his room. He first presents a list of parting gifts. "Rosalie," he says, "your union is a matter of pack honor, but Clara is our child, too. I would like to give her a larger share of the pack's blessing. Do you think…" Rosalie's face hardens. She snatches the list from his hand. "No! I'm marrying the heir of the Crimson Sun Pack. I represent the face of the Silvermoon Pack. My parting gift must be bigger, not smaller. My sister is just marrying into the Stone Ridge Pack. She doesn't need such extravagance." She scans the list, pulls out the most meager one, and tosses it in front of me. The elder is furious, but I simply thank my sister and pick up the paper. Swallowing his anger, the elder looks at Rosalie with concern. "Our pack hasn't had a union with the Crimson Sun Pack for a very long time. Though it is a marriage, our status is not equal to theirs. I worry you will be mistreated when you go there, and we will not be able to help you. You must be careful." Rosalie looks down on him with a sneer. "I know you're useless. Useless and obsessed with saving face! Of course I won't be mistreated. You, on the other hand, Clara..." Her eyes are filled with mockery, as if she can already see the miserable fate awaiting me with Jacob. But I want to laugh, too. Does she really think that just because she saved Julian, she can safely birth a pure-blooded heir and become the supreme Luna? An ancient bloodline like the Crimson Sun Pack struggles with heirs for a reason. Their Alpha blood is so potent, so aggressive, that an ordinary female body cannot withstand it. Carrying a pure-blooded heir is the highest honor, but for every day that child is in the womb, it drains the mother's life force, torturing her day and night. If the mother weakens, the Crimson Sun Pack will sacrifice her without a second thought to save their precious heir. They only show concern for the mother if she herself possesses an equally powerful bloodline. I was lucky in my past life. I stumbled upon a Moonpetal Flower before I knew I was pregnant. Without it, I would have been sacrificed, too. But Rosalie doesn't know that. She's still lost in her beautiful dream, and I have no intention of waking her. She looks at me and says, "Clara, Jacob is a violent man. Don't expect the pack to stand up for you. You'll just have to endure it. I was going to help you, but you shouldn't have tried to seduce my Julian." The moment the words leave her mouth, Jacob kicks the door open, his eyes blazing with fury as he stares at my sister. Rosalie flinches. Then she sees Julian standing behind Jacob, and her face lights up. She runs to Julian's side and clings to his arm. Julian ignores her. He looks at me, a playful glint in his eyes. "The Alpha of Stone Ridge is violent? Why don't you marry me too, Clara? I can give you and Rosalie equal status. You two sisters can serve me together." At his words, my sister's face turns deathly pale.
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