The biggest mistake I had ever made was falling in love with my Alpha husband.

William Miller.

CEO of the William Group of Companies.

Powerful. Ruthless. Untouchable.

And mine.

I was six years old when my mother died.

Her death didn’t just take away my happiness, it took away my safety.

My father remarried barely a year later, bringing a new woman into our home… along with her daughter. From that day on, my life became a living nightmare.

My stepmother smiled in public and turned cruel behind closed doors. My stepsister followed her every move, treating me like a servant instead of family.

I was beaten.

Starved.

Silenced. No one came to save me.

Until the night I was thirteen.

I had wandered too far into the woods, running away from the bruises and the pain. That was when the rogue wolves found me.

Five of them. I remember the smell of blood. The growls. The fear paralyzing my body.

Then—him. A massive Alpha wolf leaped between me and death, tearing through the rogues like they were nothing. He fought all five alone, protecting me without hesitation.

When it was over, he looked at me with eyes filled with concern. That was our first meeting.

And the first time my heart learned how to love.

Years later, at eighteen, fate crossed our paths again. I saved a man from a fatal accident, dragging him away moments before his car exploded. As our eyes met, my wolf screamed inside me.

Mate.

He was my fated mate.

But before I could tell him, before I could explain anything, He disappeared.

Four years passed.

And when we met again… it was at our arranged marriage. He didn’t recognize me.

Worse still, William believed the woman who saved him was my stepsister.

Our marriage didn’t happen in a church.

There were no flowers. No vows whispered with love.

It happened inside William Group of Companies.

The boardroom was cold and filled with powerful men in expensive suits. Papers were signed. Cameras flashed. Hands were shaken. Just like that, I became Mrs. William Miller.

William didn’t look at me once. His expression was hard, distant—like this marriage was nothing more than a business contract. To him, I wasn’t a wife. I was an obligation.

When the meeting ended, he stood up immediately.

“You’ll stay at the mansion,” he said flatly, already turning away. “My driver will take you.”

That was it.

No congratulations.

No warmth.

No acknowledgment.

And that was how I became his wife…

Loved by fate.

Rejected by my Alpha.

....

William’s mansion was massive, cold marble floors, towering walls, and silence that echoed my loneliness.

My stepsister, Selena , moved in like she owned the place. She laughed loudly, clung to William’s arm whenever she could, and acted like she was the true Luna.

One afternoon, while she sat beside William in the living room pretending to paint, I stayed quietly in a corner, sketching on my own canvas.

Art was the only thing that calmed my wolf.

I was so focused that I didn’t notice his gaze, until my wolf stirred.

I looked up. William was watching me.

For a brief moment, his eyes softened. Confusion flickered across his face, as if something about me felt… familiar.

My heart skipped. Then Selena laughed loudly, splashing paint deliberately on the floor.

“Oops,” she said sweetly. “I’m not as good as you, sister.”

William’s attention snapped back to her.

The moment was gone. Weeks passed after our marriage, each day heavier than the last.

William barely spoke to me. He spent long hours at the company—or with Selena. The servants whispered. The pack watched.

I was a Luna in title only.

Then one morning, everything changed. William’s grandfather—the former Alpha and founder of the William empire, asked to see me.

He studied me carefully, his sharp eyes missing nothing.

“You will start working at William Group,” he said firmly.

I froze. “Sir?”

“You are my grandson’s wife,” he continued. “And more than that, I sense strength in you. You will not sit idle in this house while others disrespect you.”

William stiffened beside him. “Grandfather”

“This is my decision,” the old Alpha cut in. “She starts next week.”

William’s jaw tightened, his eyes dark as they met mine.

For the first time since our marriage, I saw something in his gaze.

Not love.

But interest.

And deep down, my wolf whispered

This is where everything begins.

The William Group of Companies was nothing like I imagined.

The building rose into the sky like a fortress of glass and steel, cold and intimidating. As the car slowed in front of the entrance, my heart pounded painfully against my ribs. This wasn’t fear—it was awareness. My wolf was restless, alert, reacting to the powerful Alpha presence that filled the place.

William.

I stepped out of the car, my fingers tightening around my bag. Employees moved briskly past me, their faces filled with determination and quiet anxiety. This place breathed power, ambition, and dominance, everything my Alpha husband embodied. Inside, whispers followed me.

“That’s her…” “The Alpha’s wife…” “She doesn’t look like much.” “Why is she here?”

I kept my head high, even as their words cut deep. I had survived worse. Years of cruelty from my stepmother and stepsister had taught me how to endure pain without breaking.

At the reception desk, the secretary froze when she saw me.

“Mrs… Mrs. Miller?” she stammered.

“Yes,” I replied calmly.

She swallowed. “The chairman instructed us to prepare an office for you. You’ll be working under the executive department… directly under Mr. Miller.”

Under William.

My wolf stirred uneasily.

William’s office was on the top floor.

As the elevator ascended, memories flooded my mind, of the night he saved me from rogue wolves, of the day I saved him from death, of the moment my wolf recognized him as my mate.

And in the cold way he looked at me now.

The doors slid open.

William stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, his back to me, dressed in a perfectly tailored suit. Even without facing me, his presence was overwhelming. Alpha energy rolled off him in silent waves.

“You’re late,” he said without turning.

“I arrived exactly on time,” I replied softly.

He turned then, his sharp blue eyes locking onto mine. For a split second, something flickered in his gaze, confusion, maybe recognition, but it vanished just as quickly.

“You’re here because of my grandfather,” he said coldly. “Not because you deserve it.”

I nodded. “I understand.”

That seemed to irritate him more.

“You will work like every other employee,” he continued. “No special treatment. No using my name.”

“I never planned to,” I said quietly.

His brows furrowed. He clearly hadn’t expected that answer.

“Good,” he muttered. “My assistant will assign your duties.”

As I turned to leave, his voice stopped me.

“And stay away from Selena.”

The name sliced through me.

“She doesn’t like being disturbed,” he added.

I wanted to laugh. Or cry. Instead, I simply nodded and walked out.

The first week was hell.

I was given piles of work no beginner should handle, reports, market analysis, late-night data reviews. Some employees deliberately made mistakes and blamed them on me. Others refused to acknowledge my presence at all.

Yet I endured.

Every night, I returned to the mansion exhausted, my body aching, my wolf weak but unbroken. William never asked how my day went. Selena, however, made sure to mock me constantly.

“It's so tiring working all day, isn’t it?” she said one evening, lounging beside William on the couch. “Unlike some of us who belong in high positions naturally.”

William said nothing.

But he watched me.

Always watching.

One afternoon, everything changed.

William stormed out of a board meeting, fury radiating from him. The hallway fell silent as he barked orders and dismissed employees with a glare.

“Get her,” he snapped.

I froze when his assistant pointed at me.

“In my office. Now.”

The door slammed shut behind us.

William threw a file onto the desk. “Did you prepare this report?”

“Yes,” I answered steadily.

“This projection is impossible,” he growled. “These numbers—”

“They’re accurate,” I interrupted before I could stop myself.

Silence fell.

My heart raced. Challenging an Alpha, especially him, was dangerous.

William’s eyes darkened. “Explain.”

I took a deep breath and walked closer, pointing at the data. “The market shift in Asia will affect raw material costs within three months. Your current suppliers won’t survive the inflation.”

He stared at the report again.

Then at me.

“You noticed this,” he said slowly, “when my senior analysts didn’t?”

“Yes.”

Something changed in the air.

His scent shifted, curiosity mixing with something deeper. Pride, perhaps.

For the first time, he didn’t look at me like a burden.

He looked at me like an equal.

“Leave,” he said quietly.

As I turned to go, my wolf purred softly.

That night, William dreamed.

He saw blood-soaked ground. Rogue wolves. A small trembling girl behind him.

He woke with a sharp gasp, his heart racing.

Why does she feel familiar? he wondered.

Days later, Selena struck back.

She cornered me in the office restroom, her smile venomous.

“You don’t belong here,” she hissed. “This is my place. My mate. My future.”

I met her gaze calmly. “You’re mistaken.”

She laughed. “He believes I saved him. And he always will.”

My wolf growled softly inside me.

“You can keep lying,” I said. “But the truth always finds its way out.”

Her hand struck my face before I could react.

Pain exploded across my cheek.

Before she could strike again, a voice thundered, “What is going on here?”

William.

The hallway was silent.

Selena’s face twisted into false tears. “She attacked me” “That’s enough,” William snapped. His eyes were on me. And for the first time… they softened.

That night, William’s grandfather summoned him.

“You feel it, don’t you?” the old Alpha said calmly. “The bond.”

William clenched his fists. “She can’t be my mate.” “But she is,” his grandfather replied. “And the longer you deny it, the more damage you cause.”

William said nothing.

But deep down, something had already begun to crack.

It felt like a curse, to be married to a man who never looked at you.

That was my reality.

I was his wife, his Luna, yet invisible. William shared the same space with me, slept under the same roof, breathed the same air, but his eyes always passed over me, searching for someone else.

Every smile he gave was never meant for me.

Every softness in his voice belonged to another woman.

And that woman was Selena.

She arrived at the mansion one evening without warning.

I was in the living room with William, standing closer than usual as we discussed company matters. It wasn’t intimacy,just proximity,but to an outsider, it might have looked romantic.

Selena froze at the entrance.

Her eyes widened. Her lips trembled. Then her face twisted with rage.

“You—!” she screamed, her voice breaking as tears poured down her face. “How dare you touch him!”

Before either of us could speak, she ran out of the mansion, sobbing loudly.

William’s expression hardened.

That night, he didn’t say a word to me.

But I knew. I knew she wouldn’t let this go.

The following afternoon, the mansion felt unusually quiet. I was descending the staircase when I heard hurried footsteps behind me.

“Stop right there.”

Selena.

I turned slowly, already bracing myself.

“You think you’ve won, don’t you?” she sneered. “Standing close to him like that. Acting like a wife.”

“I am his wife,” I replied calmly, though my heart was pounding. Her laugh was sharp and unhinged. “Only in name. His heart belongs to me.”

“That’s not true,” I said. “You’re living a lie.”

Her eyes darkened. We moved from the staircase into the hall, our voices rising as anger spilled between us.

“You stole my life!” she shouted.

“You stole mine first,” I shot back.

Before I could react, she grabbed my collar violently.

“Let go of me!” I yelled, struggling.

Her grip tightened—and then she pushed.

Everything happened too fast.

My feet slipped. The world tilted. I fell.

The staircase rushed toward me as pain exploded through my body. I tumbled, hitting step after step, until everything went dark. I don’t know how long I lay there.

But I remember opening my eyes briefly.

But before I completely lost consciousness, I felt her body fall beside me. Selena deliberately threw herself down next to me. She lay still. Pretending.

Footsteps thundered through the hall.

William. My vision was blurry, but I saw him rushing toward us.

He froze when he saw both of us lying on the floor. For a moment, hope bloomed weakly in my chest.

He will check on me. But he didn’t.

William knelt beside Selena first.

“Selena!” he shouted, lifting her into his arms. She looked pale, weak, unconscious—perfectly acted.

He didn’t look at me. Not even once.

He picked her up and carried her away, leaving me there… broken… bleeding… alone.

I lay on the cold floor, unable to move.

Abandoned. Left to die.

Tears slid down my face as my vision faded. With the last strength I had, I reached for my phone.

My hands trembled as I dialed.

“Hel—hello…” my voice cracked. “Please… send assistance… I fall from the stairs… I can’t move…”

The call went silent. And so did everything else.

.….

Pain. Darkness. Silence. Then air.

I gasped, my lungs burning as if I had been underwater for hours. My eyes fluttered open, and my vision slowly adjusted.

Soft golden light spilled through the curtains. The scent of roses and vanilla filled the room. My hands touched something smooth and familiar.

I was… in the wedding night bedroom.

Panic surged through me.

I sat up, heart hammering, trembling violently. My body ached, but not the way it had before. No bruises, no blood, no broken bones.

I looked down at myself. Silk. White. Perfect. My wedding dress.

The realization hit me like a tidal wave.

I had been reborn.

The first day of our marriage. Our wedding night.

Every horrific event the fall, Selena’s betrayal, William ignoring me, being left to die none of it had happened yet.

My wolf stirred immediately, restless and alert. This is our chance, it whispered.

We won’t fail again.

I stayed frozen for a few minutes, my mind racing. Memories from the “previous life” flooded back. Selena’s jealousy. The way she had pushed me. The way William had picked her up, leaving me to die.

No. Not this time. I would survive. I would fight. I would take back my life.

The bedroom door opened quietly.

William stepped in.

Alive. Distant. Cold. Perfectly composed as always.

His eyes flickered briefly toward me. For a heartbeat, something almost familiar passed across his gaze. Then it hardened, his usual expression returning.

“You should rest,” he said, his voice flat, as if nothing had happened. “We’ll discuss boundaries tomorrow.”

“This is just a contract marriage ,” I repeated calmly, taking a step closer.

He blinked, momentarily speechless. His jaw tightened. “Excuse me?”

I didn’t flinch. I held his gaze steadily. My wolf prowled beneath my skin, restless, fierce, warning him not to dismiss me this time.

“I said,” I continued, my voice low but firm, “this is my meeting, my life. You don’t get to control me. You don’t get to decide how I feel, what I do, or who I am with. So don’t get yourself too worked up over me.”

William’s expression shifted—shock. Actual shock. Not anger. Not dominance. Shock.

He had never heard me speak like this. Not in all our time together.

For a moment, he opened his mouth, but no words came out.

I didn’t wait for his response. I reached for the blanket and pulled it over myself with deliberate confidence. I lay down on the bed, wrapping myself snugly.

“Goodnight,” I said simply, my tone calm, almost casual, as if I hadn’t just defied him.

William froze in place.

He stared at me, his eyes dark, stormy, conflicted. My words, my tone, my sheer audacity, they had caught him completely off guard.

You… talk too much for a Luna,” he muttered, though his voice was softer, unsure. I smiled faintly, my heart racing. “And you talk too little for a husband who has a mate.”

I could see it, the unspoken question in his eyes: Who is this woman?

I closed my eyes, letting silence fall between us.

The night was mine. My bed. My body. My boundaries. For the first time, the air between us felt… different.

I could feel the pull of our fated bond stronger than ever. My wolf howled silently within me, reminding me that William wasn’t just any man. He was mine.

And this time… I wasn’t going to let fate or Selena, or even William’s own ignorance, decide what happened next.

I would make him see me. Make him remember me. Make him feel me.

The night was quiet, but it held the promise of change.

Outside, the wind whispered through the trees, carrying my determination like a warning:

This time, nothing will break me.

I lay back on the bed, finally allowing myself to breathe. The first day of our marriage.

And the start of my second chance.

This was my life to rewrite.

And for the first time, I felt hope,sharp, thrilling, dangerous.

Because I knew one thing for certain:

Selena wouldn’t get away with stealing my life.

William won't get the chance to treat me as a trophy wife.

And this time, my wolf would not be silenced.