My mate was drugged and trapped, tearing at the Lycan Princess’s clothes.

This time, I didn’t rush in to stop him, not like I did in my past life.

Back then, I was terrified he’d provoke the wrath of the Lycan Prince Marvin, known for his merciless nature.

I tried to intervene, but Gregory, poisoned and out of control, forced himself on me.

My reputation was ruined, and I became the laughingstock of the pack.

After we mated, my life was a nightmare.

Five years of marriage, seven pregnancies, and each time, I lost the child.

People whispered that I was promiscuous, that my body had been tainted by countless men before mating.

My parents, desperate to make my life bearable, used their influence to help Gregory climb the ranks, eventually making him a Gamma.

But on the day I went into labor, he and the Lycan Princess Nancy forced me to drink five doses of a potent healer’s concoction, leaving me weak and bleeding.

“If you hadn’t meddled back then, Nancy and I would have been mated by now. This is your punishment for ruining our bond!”

Then, right in front of me, he smothered the child I had just given birth to.

I died with tears of blood streaming down my face, my eyes wide with rage.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment he was drugged.

This time, I would make sure they got exactly what they wanted.

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“Gregory, please… don’t…”

The Lycan Princess Nancy’s voice trembled with a mix of shame and arousal, her scent sharp and intoxicating, like a snake’s hiss slithering into my ears.

Inside the Moonlit Hall,

Gregory’s eyes were bloodshot, his clothes disheveled as he pressed Nancy against the wall.

Her designer dress, adorned with intricate patterns, was already torn.

“Luna!”

Miracle, my attendant, was frantic, tugging at my sleeve.

“We have to stop him!”

I watched the two figures tangled together,

then glanced at Miracle, who looked like she wished she could take Nancy’s place.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

Save who?

The woman who forced me to drink concoction after concoction to kill my unborn children?

Or the man who smothered my baby with his own hands?

“Gregory comes from a humble background. If he assaults the Lycan Princess tonight, the Lycan Prince Marvin will destroy him!”

“Luna! What are you waiting for?”

“Don’t you remember your father said Gregory’s late father was a friend of our family? He told you to look after Gregory!”

“If something happens to him, your father will be furious!”

Miracle’s voice was low but rapid, her words tumbling out in a rush.

She’d always had her eyes on Gregory,

hoping I would mate him so she could become his chosen mate.

In my past life, when I dragged myself, bleeding and broken, trying to crawl for help,

it was Miracle who pinned me down and dragged me back.

She stomped on my stomach, where blood was pooling,

and sneered, “After all these years, I’ve followed Gregory’s orders and fed you so many concoctions. How are you still able to conceive? You’re so disgusting!”

I clenched my fists,

fighting the urge to claw her right then and there.

“I’ll go in and try to stop him. You go to the front hall and bring my mother with some guards. Make sure no one else notices.”

Miracle’s eyes lit up with barely concealed excitement.

She nodded eagerly and sprinted off,

her steps so quick you’d think she was rushing to deliver news of a death in the family.

Just like in my past life.

This incident could have been kept quiet,

but Miracle brought all the pack’s elite to witness the scene.

All the high-ranking Lunas and their daughters

saw me half-naked, pinned down by Gregory.

My mother fainted on the spot.

My father, who had spent his life building a spotless reputation, was humiliated,

unable to hold his head up among his peers.

My sisters were all forced into low-status matings because of the scandal.

Since Miracle was so eager to help,

let her bring the entire pack to witness this spectacle.

And give my former mate the perfect opportunity to climb the social ladder.

I crouched by the entrance to the Blue Moon Lounge, my body trembling with a strange sense of relief.

My face wasn’t scarred yet, not like the time Gregory’s mother had shoved it into a burning coal brazier, leaving me permanently disfigured. My nose wasn’t filled with the stench of rotting flesh and medicinal ointment that had clung to my right cheek for years. My knees weren’t ruined from the endless punishments of kneeling that Gregory’s family had inflicted on me, leaving me limping and labeled a “crippled wretch” by others. My stomach wasn’t constantly aching from the repeated miscarriages that had left me broken.

I dug my claws into my palms, the sharp pain grounding me. This wasn’t a dream.

When I heard footsteps approaching, I slapped my face hard, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. My once-smooth skin swelled instantly, and blood trickled from the corner of my mouth. I barely felt the pain. After years of enduring slaps in Gregory’s household, this felt almost natural.

“Miss Fox! What are you still doing here?”

Miracle hurried over, followed by a group of high-ranking pack women. When she saw me still outside, she panicked.

I quickly pinched the soft skin of my thigh, forcing tears to well up in my eyes. My face was already swollen from the slaps, and the blood dripping from my mouth added to the effect. I stumbled forward, trembling as I blocked the doorway.

The light from the lanterns on the porch illuminated my face, making the red handprints starkly visible. The women gasped.

In the werewolf world, especially among high-ranking families, daughters were treated like precious jewels. Even a scratch was considered a serious matter. As the daughter of the Beta of the Blue Pack, I was no exception. How could I, someone of my status, be beaten so badly that my face was swollen and bleeding?

Avianna, the Luna of the Silver Pack, frowned. This was her territory, and such an incident during her event was an embarrassment. She stepped forward, her aura soft but commanding, ready to intervene.

I pressed myself against the door, my voice shaking. “Please, honored ladies, don’t go in there. Just… leave.”

Avianna’s expression darkened. “Miss Fox, this is the Silver Pack’s territory, not your Blue Pack’s. You have no right to block our way.”

She gestured, and two attendants moved to pull me away. I clung to the doorframe, my body trembling but refusing to budge.

“No! You can’t go in!” I pleaded, my voice cracking.

The attendants were rough, their hands grabbing at me. One of them, a burly woman, stomped on my hand. The sound of my bones cracking was drowned out by my scream.

“Ahh!!!”

My mother, who had been quietly observing, rushed forward, her face a mix of anger and worry. “Luna Fox, what are you doing? This is no way to behave in another pack’s territory! Step aside!”

Seeing my mother—healthy, her hair not yet gray from the stress of my ruined reputation—broke my heart. Tears streamed down my face.

“No, Mother, please don’t make me,” I sobbed. “I… I can’t let them go in. There’s something you shouldn’t see.”

My mother was furious. “What are you talking about? What could possibly be so important that you’d humiliate yourself like this?”

I dropped to my knees, bowing deeply to Avianna. “Please, Luna, I beg you. Don’t go in there.”

The other women whispered among themselves, their curiosity piqued.

“What’s going on?” one of them murmured. “Why is she so desperate to keep us out?”

I curled up on the ground, clutching my swollen, bruised hand. My whole body shook.

Avianna’s eyes blazed with anger. “Fine! If Miss Fox insists on making a scene in my territory, then I’ll let her father and the Alpha handle this. Go fetch them!”