My mate, Alpha Solomon of the Taylor Pack, was beside himself when his Luna, Luciana, was abducted. When she was found, she was already carrying another wolf’s pup. Despite my own heavily rounded belly, Solomon forced me to sign the papers to sever our mate bond.

“The healer said Luna Luciana’s condition is delicate. If she loses the pup, she might never conceive again,” he said, his alpha tone heavy with authority. “I’ll continue to provide for you and the child, but I must be a father to Luciana’s pup.”

I looked at the Alpha who had once vowed to stand by me for eternity and agreed without hesitation. Solomon had no idea this was my third life. This time, I was determined to protect my child and live well.

The words I had prepared to confront him went unused. Solomon seemed momentarily stunned, then his dark eyes narrowed, his voice sharp. “Don’t think of trying anything. If word gets out and affects Luciana, you’ll regret it.”

My fingernails dug into my palm as memories of my past two lives flashed vividly in my mind. After a brief silence, I seized the chance to make a demand. “I’ll agree to sever the bond, but you must put it in writing that I retain custody of the child.”

Solomon agreed without a second thought. The pack lawyer quickly amended the agreement, and after verifying the details, I signed my name. In the next instant, Solomon snatched the papers, a satisfied smirk on his face as he eagerly pulled out his phone to call Luciana.

At the door, he turned back, his alpha tone commanding. “You should move out as soon as possible. I won’t have you upsetting Luciana or stressing her out.”

Watching his resolute figure retreat, I could only smile bitterly, feeling a profound sense of irony. In my first life, I naively hoped that once the pup was born, our bond could be saved. My desperate attempts to hold on led to Luciana failing to become Luna, and her scandalous affair for the pup became public knowledge. Unable to bear the scrutiny, she leaped from a cliff.

Solomon’s reaction was indifferent. After attending her funeral, he never mentioned it again. Until my pup’s one-month celebration, rogues took us both, demanding a hefty ransom from Solomon. He not only refused their demands but callously listened to my suffering.

It was at that moment I realized he wanted me and the pup to pay for Luciana’s life. In my second life, I accepted the bond severance, taking the settlement to survive with my pup. Yet, when Luciana lost her pup, he let her unleash her anger on me. My newborn and I were locked in the pack’s stables, ultimately trampled to death by a startled horse.

Gently caressing my rounded belly, I resolved that this time, I would sever all ties with those two. Suddenly, a loud knock came at the door. Before I could react, several pack members, led by Jayleen, barged in, glaring at me with hostility.

“Maia,” Jayleen sneered, her tone dripping with disdain. “We need to clean the room. Get out.”

I hadn’t even received the official bond severance papers, and I was no longer worthy of being addressed as Luna. Taking a deep breath, I turned to pack my things. As I picked up a few pup clothes, Jayleen snatched them away.

“These were bought with the pack’s funds,” she spat, shoving the clothes into a garbage bag. “You have no right to take them.”

At her signal, a younger pack member dragged a battered suitcase and tossed it at my feet. “These are the only things you can take. Leave.”

As I stumbled, the zipper burst open. A few filthy, tattered clothes tumbled out, sliding down the stairs, faintly emitting a rancid odor.

“By the Moon Goddess,” someone exclaimed. “Alpha Solomon, what is this? It stinks and is disgusting.”

I clenched my fists, my wolf growling faintly in the back of my mind. This time, I wouldn’t let them break me. This time, I would fight for my pup and my freedom.

The sharp command in Jayleen’s voice made the other Omegas pause for a moment, but she quickly recovered, her expression hardening as she pointed an accusing finger at me. “Maia, how could you be so reckless? Are you deliberately trying to upset our Luna by kicking over the suitcase right as she walked in?”

I trembled with anger, my wolf stirring uneasily in the back of my mind, urging me to defend myself. But before I could speak, Luciana’s eyes filled with tears, and she leaned into Alpha Solomon’s arms, her voice trembling. “If my presence bothers you, just say so, and I’ll leave,” she said, her tone dripping with false hurt. “What if these clothes are contaminated? What if they spread germs?” she added, pretending to gag as she clutched at her stomach.

Alpha Solomon gently guided her to the couch across the room, his face filled with concern. Then he turned to me, his expression darkening, the alpha aura around him pressing down on me like a suffocating weight. “Maia, come here at once and apologize to the Luna,” he commanded, his voice sharp and unyielding.

Compared to Jayleen’s false accusations, the Alpha’s cold demeanor cut deeper. I stood there, feeling small and powerless, and murmured, “Believe it or not, I didn’t do this.”

His eyes narrowed, and he gestured sharply. Jayleen and a few other Omegas immediately seized me, dragging me toward the stairs. I stumbled on the last few steps, collapsing to the ground.

A dull pain surged through my abdomen, reminiscent of the moment I’d been trampled in the stables in my past life. Fear for the pup inside me overwhelmed me, and I curled up on the floor, tears welling in my eyes as I pleaded with him. “Alpha, my stomach hurts terribly. Please, call a healer for me.”

For a brief moment, I thought I saw a flicker of hesitation in his eyes, but Luciana clung to his arm, her voice dripping with disdain. “The carpet’s thick; how could falling on it cause pain?” she scoffed. “If Maia prefers faking a fall over apologizing, then forget it.”

Hearing her words, the Alpha’s face turned cold again. “If you like being on the ground so much, then kneel down and apologize to the Luna. Otherwise, you’re not going anywhere,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Clenching my teeth, I shakily reached for my phone to call for help. But before I could, a stiletto heel came down hard on my hand, and another foot crushed my phone to pieces.

Luciana’s soft voice floated down from above me. “Alpha, I’ve been thinking it over, and I believe Maia should stay and keep me company. She’s further along in her pregnancy and likely has more experience caring for someone expecting, don’t you think?”

I looked up at her, my hand throbbing with pain. In that brief moment of eye contact, I saw a cold glint in her eyes and felt a rush of dread wash over me. “I’m almost due. I can’t take care of you,” I said firmly, my voice trembling but resolute. “I’m sorry for bumping into you. I’ll move out immediately.”

But the Alpha raised his voice sharply, cutting me off. “Who said you could refuse the Luna’s kindness?” he snapped, his alpha tone sending a shiver down my spine. “Except on the day you give birth, you will stay here and look after her.”

Seeing my expression falter, he added, his tone almost mocking, “If you take good care of her, I might consider letting your pup have imported formula.”

Behind the Alpha’s back, Luciana smiled triumphantly, her lips forming the words, “I’ll never let you go.”

My heart sank. She had also been reborn, just like me.

In that previous life, while I lay dying in the stables, I had heard her hateful words clearly: “Maia, if it weren’t for you, would I have been driven to jump? You think giving up the Alpha would make me spare you? Hand over that locket now!”

It was only then I realized that she had been reborn, just like me. But she had killed me once already. In this life, all I wanted was to escape with my pup, but she still wouldn’t let me go.

"Jayleen, get her into the maid's uniform and take her to the kitchen to prepare some oatmeal for Luna Luciana."

The Alpha's voice was firm, his command leaving no room for defiance. As he spoke, he cradled Luciana in his arms, his expression dripping with affection, as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

"I'll take you upstairs to rest first," he murmured to her, his tone softening into something almost tender.

Jayleen and the other Omegas closed in around me, their presence suffocating. There was no escape, no way to resist. Reluctantly, I stood and followed them to the kitchen, the weight of my situation pressing heavily on my shoulders.

When I returned with the steaming bowl of oatmeal and entered their room, Luciana had already changed into a delicate nightgown, her figure subtly revealed, showing no signs of her supposed pregnancy. Solomon knelt beside her, his large, muscular frame dwarfing the bed as he tenderly massaged her legs.

I stood silently to the side, my legs trembling from exhaustion. Suddenly, Luciana teased Solomon by brushing her foot against his sensitive area. He inhaled sharply, a low growl escaping his throat. He quickly caught her pale foot, his grip firm but gentle, and glanced at me briefly before speaking.

"The oatmeal is getting cold. Perhaps you should eat something first," he said, his voice tinged with restraint.

Luciana looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, her lower lip trembling.

"Alpha Solomon, are you brushing me aside?" she asked, her voice trembling with feigned hurt.

Unable to bear her distress, Solomon's tone immediately softened. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close, and murmured soothing words.

"Luciana, how could I ever push you away? I’m just worried about hurting..."

Before he could finish, Luciana silenced him with a passionate kiss. The room soon filled with the sound of their mingled breaths and her soft, teasing murmurs. Despite this, neither of them seemed to care that I was still there, standing like an unwanted shadow in the corner.

By three or four in the morning, the room finally fell silent. The once-hot oatmeal had long since cooled, mirroring the icy numbness in my heart. Jayleen finally released me, but my room had been locked. Like a discarded object, Elia led me to the cramped utility room downstairs.

Once she locked the door and left, I leaned wearily against the wall, the cold oatmeal in my hands. I forced myself to eat it, knowing I needed the strength. No matter what, I had to protect this child. He was my only family in this world.

Being an Omega and an orphan, I had always yearned for a family of my own. In high school, Solomon was like a radiant sun to me, his Alpha presence commanding and magnetic. Feeling unworthy, I admired him from afar, never daring to hope for more. When I learned that the Taylor pack had fallen into ruin and his parents had taken their own lives, I mustered the courage to find him, wandering the streets like a broken shadow.

Under the guise of repaying the Taylor family's past kindness, I took him in, cared for him, and used my meager savings to encourage him to rebuild his pack. Later, in the dim light of our small apartment, he proposed to me, his voice steady with promise. He swore we would build a family together, a pack of our own.

But when Luciana returned, all those promises shattered like glass. Years of devotion meant nothing in the face of their past infatuation. The bond we had formed, the life we had started to build—it was all swept away by her arrival.

Lost in thought, I suddenly remembered something. Back then, to help Solomon gather funds for his pack, I had sold the locket my family had left me. The director of the orphanage where I was found had once said, "I couldn’t remember anything at that time, except for the locket I clung to so tightly."

They had tried to search for my family, but there was never any trace. Could it be the keepsake Luciana had mentioned in my past life? Perhaps my family wasn’t entirely gone. Maybe, somewhere in this vast world, I still had relatives waiting to be found.