Seven days before the wedding, I found out I was pregnant. Thrilled, I went to find my fiancé, billionaire CEO Marcello, only to discover that the man who'd been sleeping with me for the past year was his twin brother. His brother Carmine's laughter came from inside. "Marcello—what if I couldn't resist? What if I really slept with your little fiancée, pretending to be you? Think she'll break up with you if she finds out?" Marcello was coldly pouring a drink. He didn't even pause. "Why would I worry? Her father's a bottomless gambling pit. She needs me. Besides, you know who I actually want. I always use protection when I touch her. Just don't knock her up." That's when I knew. Marcello was never my savior. This was just a game to him. The one he wanted—it was always her. The proud, wealthy heiress, Valeria. I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I played my part. I was his perfect, obedient fiancée. But behind the scenes, I found a back-alley doctor. I scheduled the appointment. And I bought a one-way ticket out of the country. The day he found me on that clinic table, the great CEO lost his mind. He grabbed his own brother by the throat, his knuckles turning white. He roared, "Who the fuck told you to actually touch her?!"

Growing up, my sister, Phoebe Watt, stole everything I had. My toys. My parents' love. Every boyfriend I ever brought home. Then I met Ryker Northwood, the strongest Alpha in the North. The Moon Goddess had chosen us as fated mates. Of course, Phoebe tried to seduce him. She stripped naked in his bed and released her heat scent. Ryker didn't even flinch. He unleashed his Alpha aura, throwing her out and humiliating her. "Know your place, Phoebe," he'd said, his voice ice-cold. "You're my Luna's sister. That's the only reason you're still breathing." Ryker and I had been mated for years. He made me feel completely safe, and I'd truly believed I'd finally found something Phoebe couldn't steal. Everyone said the Moon Goddess had blessed me. Until today. I'd finished settling a border dispute in the south ahead of schedule and decided to surprise him. But as I approached the council hall, I heard him giving orders to his Beta. "Have the pack healer give Phoebe the best prenatal supplements. She's carrying my pup, and her wolf's been unstable lately." His Beta hesitated. "Alpha, what if the Luna finds out?" "She won't!" Ryker snapped. "What happened during the Blood Moon was a mistake. Keep your mouth shut." I froze. Agonizing pain ripped through my chest, the mate bond itself seeming to tear apart. I didn't burst through the doors. I didn't cry. I simply turned around and walked silently back to our bedroom. When we became mates, Ryker had sworn before the Moon Goddess that he would never betray me. He'd lied. So I would sever our bond myself.

Back at the mate-selection night again, my sister triggered her heat early and publicly mated with Ryker on the carpet. She gave me a smug smile. "Alia, this time it's my turn to give birth to the future Wolf King." At that moment, I understood. My jealousy-ridden sister had also been reborn. In our previous life, she chose a handsome, wealthy Alpha and became a widow not long after marriage. I married Ryker, endured endless torment, and gave birth to the child prophesied to become the future Wolf King, receiving the homage of all the wolf packs. My sister was consumed with jealousy. At the pup's blessing ceremony, she set off a bomb and blew us to death together. Now, reborn, she couldn't wait to snatch Ryker away, thinking she could snatch my glory along with him. I looked at her smug smile and nodded. "Alright." She only knew that I had given birth to the future Wolf King. She didn't know what price that would cost.

The one thing I regret most is falling in love with my adoptive brother. After my father died, I was taken in by the Gallo family. Cillian was the heir to the Mafia, yet he always spoiled me and protected me. I had secretly loved him for years. When he was ambushed by a rival family and left fighting for his life, I didn't hesitate to donate one of my kidneys to save him. After waking up, I secretly slipped into his hospital room. Seeing the ugly scar on his abdomen, I couldn't stop myself from leaning down to kiss it. But he suddenly grabbed my wrist. "Alia, we're family. Don't cross the line." Later, he became convinced that Vivian was the one who had saved him and hastily got engaged to her. Until Vivian became pregnant and was diagnosed with an illness that required a bone marrow transplant. And I was the only person whose marrow was a match. With red-rimmed eyes, he begged me, "Alia, if you save this child, I'll give you anything you want." But he didn't know that my body couldn't withstand the procedure. In my previous life, I refused. After Vivian died on the operating table, he threw my secret diary in my face in front of everyone, exposing my forbidden love for my adoptive brother to the entire Gallo family. I eventually died in an accident. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day he forced me onto the operating table. Looking at the face I'd loved for two lifetimes, I smiled calmly. "I agree." Cillian, this time, I'll consider it repayment for taking me in. From now on, we're even.