🐺 I was dying. The last thing I heard wasn't my mate mourning me. It was my own daughter, asking him to bring his mistress home to take my place as Luna. I waited for him to defend me. Even one word. Instead, my mate — the Alpha I'd bonded myself to for 26 years — said it himself: "She'll make a better Luna than you ever did." I woke up 26 again. Same pack. Same Alpha. The mate bond still humming under my skin like it never broke. This time, I don't submit when he raises his voice. I don't kneel just because his Alpha aura fills the room. And when I stop kneeling, I watch them come undone — my daughter, begging to take back every word. My mate, an Alpha who once discarded his Luna without blinking, now hunting my scent through every hallway like a man losing his mind. Because there's the Alpha King circling now. One whose bloodline makes my mate's wolf drop its eyes. The bond is still there. My loyalty isn't. 🌙 👉 Read now — before his regret comes too late.

My Alpha husband impregnated my best friend in our bed. Called me worthless. Threw me away like trash. Then the Alpha King dragged me into his cave, pinned me against the wall, and licked my neck like he owned me. His tongue was hot, his grip brutal—he scented me like prey. Turns out? I'm his fated mate. And he's coming to claim what they tried to destroy.