On her deathbed, Ellie found out that her powerful Alpha King husband, Dominic, wanted her stepsister Vivian instead of her ever since they were teenagers. Not only had he betrayed her love, but he had eagerly crowned Vivian as his Luna Queen even before her death.

But fate decided to give Ellie a second chance.

Reborn at eighteen, Ellie is done being the stupid girl who always chased after Dominic.

However, she didn't expect that Dominic would also change, and it seems that what happened in her past life was not that simple.....

Ellie's POV

I knew I was dying, and all I wanted was to see my mate Dominic one last time, but…

“Luna, Alpha…is very busy,” said my handmaiden Abigail.

"Please." My voice cracked. "Just go tell him his mate is dying."

Abigail looked hesitant to leave me by myself, but after I urged her again, she nodded and left the room with tears.

Then I heard someone open the door to my room, and my heart leapt. It had to be Abigail returning with Dominic!

However, I saw my stepsister Vivian walking in. She wore an elegant white dress and held my golden tiara in her hand, a small smirk on her face.

I stared at her in utter shock and confusion.

“How are you feeling, sister?” she asked, her voice full of mockery. “It’s a shame you missed my coronation as Luna. I know Dominic would have loved for you to be there.” She placed the crown delicately atop her own head, dragging a finger on it with greed.

I grunted in pain, the poison spidering up my side where I’d been stabbed. “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” she hissed like a snake, “that Dominic just couldn’t wait for you to die before putting me in your place."

My head began to pound, and probably for ten seconds, I couldn’t hear anything.

Deep down, I knew I’ve always been the one chasing after Dominic, while he treated me with a cold kind of indifference.

Even after we found out we were fated mates at the mating ball when we turned eighteen, his reaction had been disappointment. I remembered the way his jaw tightened when he realized the Moon Goddess had chosen me for him.

"I suppose we have no choice," he said afterward. Those words had cut deeper than any blade.

I told myself it would get better once we are mated.

But now I was left longing for his presence when I was dying, while he crowned my stepsister Vivian?

Even when I was dying because of him?

How could Dominic be so cruel?

I still remember a week ago, an assassin attacked us at home, appearing out of the dark with a knife.

The assassin was after Dominic.

Dominic was about to be crowned the Alpha King, but he had made more than a few enemies over the last few years.

We absorbed the weaker packs around ours until we were the fastest-growing, strongest and most successful pack in the realm.

When I saw the assassin, my every instinct screamed to protect my mate. I pushed Dominic out of the way, and took the brunt of the attack that was meant for him.

I was able to dodge a fatal blow, and the enforcers guarding the house quickly rushed in and subdued the attacker. However, when Dominic’s personal doctor checked the wound, the telltale swelling and red streaks running up my neck and down my arm revealed the truth: the assassin’s blade had been tipped with the deadly wolfsbane toxin.

Despite the devoted efforts of our best pack doctors, my health quickly deteriorated. In a matter of days I went from healthy and in my prime to wasting away in my sickbed, barely able to move.

For a couple of days after that, Dominic did come to stay with me regularly. And I got some caring touches and gazes from him that I never had.

But then Dominic ended his visits abruptly.

The more I thought, the more restless I became.

“I’m going to see him.” I struggled to sit up by myself and swung my legs over the side of the bed.

I was dying, but I’d be damned if I didn’t get to see Dominic one last time—and get the answers I deserved.

However, Vivian stopped me.

"Save your energy, Ellie. You know, Dominic never wanted you as his mate. He only used you once he realized you two were Fated. He’s always loved me more—he just didn’t want to put my life at risk. Actually, I would have replaced you even if you lived.”

“You’re lying.” But, honestly, thinking back to how he always had more patience, more time, more empathy for my little sister than his own goddamn mate—it hurt to think that it made sense. The pain blossomed higher, to my chest.

She laughed at me and drew something out of her pocket. A small recording device. “You don’t believe me? Listen to this.”

And she pressed play:

“Let's make you my Luna queen. It’s the way things should have been all along...."

Shocked by Dominic’s voice rumbling out of the recording, I collapsed back onto the bed.

Vivian quickly turned it off. She met my stunned look with a sharp, cold smile.

“You see, big sister? Dominic never really loved you. You’re too pathetic and needy to love.”

Tears filled my eyes, and the pain wrapped tight around my heart. The purple veining of the wolfsbane had begun stretching up my neck, encircling my throat like a chokehold.

Before I could fully process what I just heard, Abigail burst into my room.

“Luna!” she cried. “Your mother!”

My mother?

She was here with me everyday and she always refused to leave until midnight.

I was wondering why she wasn't here today.

Vivian’s face grew smug. “Mother objected, naturally, to my coronation. Threw a big fit about it, started screaming and throwing things. Dominic had her arrested for it.”

What?

“She’s to be put on trial for obstruction and heresy.”

The wolfsbane tightened in my throat—or maybe it was my own anguish.

“No…” I whimpered. Surely, Dominic wouldn’t have made such an order. Surely Vivan was lying to me. Surely my mother was about to walk through that door and hold me in my last moments.

But no. Abigail’s expression confirmed what Vivian had said—my mother had been arrested.

I couldn’t even cry. It was too hard to breathe, and I frantically grasped at my chest while falling to the floor in a heap of tangled blankets. Abigail cried out and ran to my side—Vivian took a step back, now forced to face the passing of her stepsister and Luna.

Behind the thickening veil of death surrounding me, I heard a commotion.

Dominic burst into the room, the nurse hot on his heels. He started shouting, and Vivian began crying—I recognized it as the fake sob she put on for our parents.

Dominic gathered me into his arms and began whispering something to me, but I was too far gone to understand it.

The world faded to black, and I felt my heart give its final, painful beat. I was dead.

My last thought before the darkness claimed me was a wish—a desperate, furious wish that I could do things differently. That I could make them all pay for what they had done to me. That I could have another chance.

Then I heard it.

Ring! Ring! Ring!

An alarm clock. Shrill and insistent. I gasped and opened my eyes to see sunlight streaming through familiar windows.

I was…back in my childhood home.

Ellie's POV

The alarm clock kept ringing, but I couldn't move. I stared at the ceiling of my childhood bedroom, my heart hammering against my ribs.

This was impossible. I had died. I remembered the wolfsbane burning through my veins, remembered Vivian's cruel smile as she wore my crown, remembered the darkness closing in.

But here I was, surrounded by pale yellow walls I'd painted at sixteen. The fairy lights around my window still twinkled softly in the morning sun.

I sat up slowly, hands shaking as I touched my neck. No purple veins. No burning pain. Just smooth, healthy skin.

"Ellie?" a voice whispered in my mind.

My wolf. She was crystal clear, vibrant in a way she hadn't been for years.

"You're here," I gasped silently. "But how?"

"We've been given another chance," she replied. "The Moon Goddess heard our pain."

My hands trembled as reality sank in. "But why?"

"Because our last life was a tragedy," my wolf explained gently. "The Moon Goddess made you and Dominic fated mates, expecting a love story that would strengthen the kingdom. But…..."

The weight of those words hit me. The Moon Goddess herself had seen our tragic end and found it so pitiful that she'd intervened.

"She regrets pairing us?"

"Maybe."

"So the problem was being mated to Dominic," I whispered. "Then this time, I'll change that entirely."

Eighteen, again. I had time. Time to change everything before it all fell apart, and I wouldn't waste this precious second chance.

My mother was alive. She was downstairs, probably making breakfast and humming that old song she used to sing. She didn't know what Dominic would do to her in the future. She was safe.

This time, I would keep her that way.

"Ellie! Breakfast!" Mom's voice drifted up the stairs, and I nearly sobbed at the sound.

I rushed to the mirror. The face looking back was young and unmarked by heartbreak. My skin glowed with health instead of the pallor that had plagued my final days.

But my eyes held knowledge they shouldn't have at eighteen. Having lived through hell, this time would be different.

I dressed quickly and went downstairs. I wouldn't repeat past mistakes: no chasing after Dominic or trusting Vivian's lies.

Most importantly, I wouldn't become his mate; I'd break the bond before it formed. Dominic could have Vivian, the woman he truly loved.

The dining room smelled of pancakes and coffee. Mom stood at the stove with her dark hair in a messy bun, humming while flipping pancakes. She looked alive and healthy.

"Good morning, sweetheart," she said without turning. "You're up early for a Saturday."

Before I could reply, arms wrapped around me. "Good morning, sister!"

Vivian. Her voice was sweet as honey, just like always. In my past life, I thought that sweetness was genuine affection. Now I knew better.

She clung to me like we were the closest sisters in the world. Every instinct screamed at me to get away from her.

This was the woman who had stolen my crown while I lay dying. Who had played that recording of Dominic choosing her.

I shoved her away hard enough that she stumbled backward.

"Ellie!" Mom spun around, her eyes wide with shock. "What's gotten into you?"

Vivian's face crumpled into that practiced look of hurt innocence. "Did I do something wrong? I was just trying to give you a hug."

The same manipulation tactics she'd always used. The same fake tears that had fooled everyone, including me.

Not this time.

I stared at Vivian coldly. "I don't want you touching me."

"Ellie Elizabeth!" Mom set down her spatula and turned to face me fully. "Apologize to your sister right now. I don't know what's wrong with you this morning, but that's no excuse for rudeness."

My sister. Not my stepsister. Mom had always insisted we were real sisters, even though Vivian's father had only married Mom when I was ten.

"She's not my sister," I said quietly.

The words hung in the air like a slap. Mom's face went pale, and Vivian's mouth dropped open in what looked like genuine shock.

But I was done pretending. Done being the good daughter who played along with everyone's lies.

Vivian recovered first, her eyes filling with crocodile tears. "I know I'm not your real sister, but I thought... I thought we were close. Did I upset you somehow? Please tell me what I did wrong."

She was good. I had to give her that. Even knowing what she really was, part of me almost felt guilty for being harsh with her.

Almost.

"Nothing," I said, turning away from her. "Just stay away from me."

I sat at the breakfast table, ignoring the tension crackling around us. Mom served pancakes with shaking hands, shooting worried glances between Vivian and me.

"Maybe it's about Dominic," Vivian said softly, her voice dripping with false concern. "You seemed really upset after he barely acknowledged you yesterday. You've been quiet since last night."

Just hearing that name sent a shiver down my spine.

My mother immediately softened her expression. My whole family knew I had been obsessed with Dominic, how every glance and smile from him could make my entire day. They had been quite supportive about my feelings, since Dominic was the future Alpha of our pack.

"Even if that's the case, you shouldn't take your anger out on your sister," my mother reminded me gently.

"It's not about him," I answered, looking directly at my mother.

The Moon Goddess had given me another chance because my last life was such a pity. To avoid the same tragic fate this time, the first person I needed to stay far away from was Dominic.

Perhaps it was because my voice sounded even colder and more rigid than before, but the rest of breakfast passed in uncomfortable silence. When it was time to leave for school, Vivian tried to link her arm through mine like she always did. This time, I pulled away immediately.

"I'm walking alone today," I said.

"But we always walk together," she protested. "What if something happens to you?"

What a joke. She was the danger I needed to avoid.

"I'll be fine."

The walk to school gave me time to think. My memories of this time period were fuzzy—ten years and a traumatic death had blurred the details.

That is when I spotted Dominic near the entrance, surrounded by his followers. At eighteen, he commanded attention with his dark hair and blue eyes. He stood confidently, as if he owned the world, as the future Alpha King.

In my past life, the sight of him had made my heart race with love and longing. Now, all I felt was cold anger.

Vivian appeared beside me, slightly out of breath from hurrying to catch up. "There's Dominic," she said, nudging me. "Aren't you going to go say hello?"

Such a good actress. Like she didn't know exactly how I had spent years making a fool of myself over him.

"No," I said simply.

I watched as Dominic's gaze swept the courtyard and landed on me. His expression shifted to one of expectation, like he was waiting for me to come running over like a faithful dog.

One of his friends - Marcus, his Beta - caught sight of me too. "Your little shadow's here again," he called out with a laugh.

His little shadow. That's what they'd called me. Like I was nothing more than an annoying appendage following Dominic around.

The group erupted in chuckles as Marcus pulled out his credit card and tossed it in my direction. It landed at my feet with a small plastic clatter.

"Coffee run, Ellie!" he called. "The usual for everyone."

I stared at the card, memories flooding back. For two years, I bought coffee for Dominic's crew, thinking it made me part of their group and showed my care for Dominic.

But I'd never been part of their group. I'd been their servant.

The courtyard had gone quiet, everyone waiting to see what I'd do. In the past, I would have smiled and rushed to fulfill their request, grateful for any acknowledgment from Dominic's friends.

I looked up at Marcus, then at Dominic, then at all the faces watching me with varying degrees of amusement and expectation.

"What's this supposed to mean?" I asked coldly. "I don't get it."

Marcus blinked in surprise. "Coffee. You buy it every day."

"Do I?" I picked up his credit card and walked over to him. The crowd parted to let me through, whispers following in my wake.

When I reached Marcus, I held out the card and shoved it back into his hand.

"Not today.”

Ellie's POV

The silence that followed my rejection stretched on like a held breath.

Everyone stared, and soon, shocked murmurs began to erupt around me.

Standing behind Marcus, Dominic squinted slightly. He wore his usual distant and impatient expression, but this time it was tinged with a hint of confusion.

Marcus stood there with his credit card dangling from his fingers, his mouth slightly open. "What... what did you just say?"

"I said no." My voice carried across the courtyard, clear and steady. "And if your Alpha can't make a proper request himself, don't expect me to do anything for anyone."

Whispers erupted around us like wildfire. I could hear fragments of shocked conversations rippling through the crowd.

"Did Ellie just ask Dominic to make a proper request?"

"She's never said no before..."

"What's wrong with her today?"

"Maybe she's finally gotten tired of being their servant."

The whispers grew louder as more students turned to stare. Some looked amused, others shocked, and a few seemed almost impressed. This was definitely not the script anyone had been expecting from me.

Dominic's expression had gone from impatience to thunderous. His jaw clenched as he stared at me, those blue eyes flashing with confusion and anger. I could practically see the gears turning in his head as he tried to process this unexpected rebellion.

But he didn't say anything. He never did when it came to actually asking for things himself. That would require him to lower himself to making requests rather than simply expecting compliance.

The tension in the air was thick when Vivian suddenly appeared beside Marcus, her sweet smile bright as sunshine cutting through the awkward atmosphere.

"Oh my," she said with a little laugh that sounded like silver bells, "Ellie must be having a bad morning. Don't worry, I'll get the coffee for everyone."

She reached for Marcus's card with delicate fingers, playing the helpful sister perfectly. Her timing was impeccable, as always - swooping in to smooth over any conflict and make herself look indispensable.

"Don't trouble yourself," Dominic said immediately, his voice noticeably softer than it had been all morning. "Marcus can handle it."

I nearly laughed at what he said. What I did for them each day was seen as too much trouble for Vivian.

But Vivian was already shaking her head, those blonde curls bouncing in the morning sunlight. "It's no trouble at all. Really." She turned to look at me with apparent concern. "Don't be mad at Ellie. I'm sure she's just stressed about something."

Then she did something that made my stomach churn - she blushed. A perfect pink tint spread across her cheeks as she gazed up at Dominic with wide, innocent eyes. "I'd be happy to help."

I watched the whole performance with cold detachment, seeing it clearly for the first time.

It was pure theater, designed to make her look like the sweet, helpful sister while positioning me as the difficult one.

"Fine," Dominic said, though he looked slightly uncomfortable with the whole situation. His shoulders tensed as he spoke, clearly not loving the idea of having Vivian run his errands. "Marcus, go with her. Help carry everything."

Vivian beamed at him like he'd just offered her the moon, then practically skipped off toward the campus coffee shop with Marcus trailing behind her.

I noticed how Dominic's gaze followed Vivian until she disappeared around the corner. But instead of the fond look I'd expected, his expression seemed more... relieved.

The contrast was stark and confusing. With me, he expected unquestioning service. With Vivian, he offered protection and courtesy, though it seemed tinged with reluctance.

The only explanation I could come up with for his behavior was that these must have been the early days of his attraction to her. I must have been completely blind in my last life to miss these subtle signs.

I turned and walked away without another word, my footsteps echoing across the now-buzzing courtyard.

Behind me, I heard one of Dominic's friends mutter, "What the hell is her problem?"

But I didn't care what they thought anymore. Their opinions had controlled too much of my life already.

First period was Advanced Pack Management, the class I shared with Dominic. As I settled into my usual seat near the back, I pulled out my backpack to grab my notebook, trying to ignore the curious stares from other students who had witnessed the courtyard drama.

My fingers brushed against something that made my heart stop.

A small, beautifully wrapped gift box tied with silver ribbon. Inside, I knew, was an invitation written in my most careful handwriting. An invitation asking Dominic to be my partner at the mating ceremony.

Eighteen years old. The mating ceremony. Of course. That's where it all began.

How could I have forgotten?

The weight of the box brought back a flood of memories.

In my past life, today was the day I'd planned to give Dominic my invitation. I'd spent weeks preparing it, agonizing over every detail. I'd chosen expensive paper, practiced my handwriting until every letter was flawless, and selected the silver ribbon specifically because it matched the color of Dominic's eyes.

The mating ceremony. The most important day in a young werewolf's life. The day when eighteen-year-olds gathered under the full moon to find their fated mates and secure their futures.

It was more than just a dance - it was a sacred tradition observed for centuries. Tradition dictated that you invited someone special to be your first dance partner. The Moon Goddess was said to bless those partnerships, and couples who danced together had a ninety-nine percent chance of being revealed as fated mates when midnight struck.

I remembered with painful clarity how it had played out before. I'd given Dominic the invitation with trembling hands and a hopeful heart, and he'd barely glanced at it before shoving it carelessly into his bag. He'd said he was too busy with Alpha training, that he might not even attend.

But I'd been so pathetically grateful for even that lukewarm response. I'd promised to wait for him no matter what, convinced that his reluctance was just nerves. I'd even scared off other girls who tried to give him invitations, playing the jealous girlfriend to protect what I thought was mine.

On the night of the ceremony, I'd waited and waited in my carefully chosen dress, watching couples pair off around me while I stood alone. Dominic didn't show up until the very last dance, when I was the only girl left without a partner.

Even then, he'd looked annoyed about having to dance with me, like I was an obligation rather than someone he wanted to be with.

But when midnight struck and the Moon Goddess revealed our bond, everything changed. We were fated mates, whether he liked it or not. And from the expression on his face when the realization hit, he definitely didn't like it.

The memory made my stomach turn. All those years of marriage, all those years of trying to win his love, and I'd never realized how reluctant he'd been from the very beginning.

"Well, well. What do we have here?"

Marcus's voice cut through my thoughts. I looked up to see Dominic entering the classroom with his friends, his eyes immediately zeroing in on the gift box I was holding. When he spotted the silver ribbon, a slow, smug smile spread across his face.

The other students noticed too. They started nudging each other and whispering excitedly.

"Oh my god, is that what I think it is?"

"Ellie's finally going to ask Dominic to the ceremony!"

"About time. She's been following him around for years."

One of Dominic's friends, Tyler, spoke up loudly enough for the whole classroom to hear. "Come on, Ellie. We all know what that is. Just hand it over already."

More whispers erupted around us. Everyone was staring now, waiting for the show they'd been expecting for weeks. Some had even pulled out their phones, probably hoping to capture the moment.

Dominic walked closer to my desk with casual confidence. That insufferable smirk was still on his face as he looked down at me like I was a puzzle he'd already solved.

"Anything we should know?" Marcus asked, loud enough for everyone to hear.

The expectation in the room was palpable. This was the moment everyone had been waiting for - Ellie finally making her desperate move on the future Alpha King.

I looked down at the invitation in my hands, feeling the weight of all those watching eyes. At the careful calligraphy spelling out Dominic's name in silver ink. At the ribbon I'd chosen so carefully, thinking it would remind him of romantic moments we'd never actually shared.

Then I looked back up at his smug face. At the way he stood there like he was doing me a favor just by acknowledging my existence. At the casual arrogance that assumed I would always be there, always willing to humiliate myself for his attention.

In my past life, this moment had felt like the most important thing in the world. Getting Dominic to accept my invitation had been my only goal, my greatest dream.

Now it just felt pathetic.

I slipped the gift box back into my bag and zipped it closed with deliberate slowness, making sure everyone could see exactly what I was doing.

"It's not for Dominic," I said clearly.

Dominic's confident expression faltered, confusion flickering across his features as if he couldn't quite process what he'd just heard.