They thought I would cry.Five years of devotion—reduced to whispers, to mockery, to a stolen crown placed on another woman’s head. My son, my own flesh, now clung to her skirts and called her “Mother,” as if I had never existed.The court watched me closely that day, waiting for tears. Waiting for me to break.I lowered my head… and smiled.Because they had forgotten who I was before I became his Luna.The wedding hall glittered with gold and betrayal. My husband stood at the altar, fingers entwined with his precious mistress—the woman who had worn my crown long before today.“She’s the true princess,” he had said once, loud enough for the court to hear. “Not you.”Not me.I remembered those words as clearly as the night he had me imprisoned. As clearly as the cold chains that bit into my skin while he celebrated above me. As clearly as the moment my heart stopped beating in that darkness.They thought that was the end of my story.They were wrong.I should not be standing here.Yet here I was—reborn on the morning of their wedding. Alive. Breathing. Standing once more in the dress of a bride.Fate had given me a second life.This time, I would not waste it.The music swelled as I stepped forward, bouquet in hand. Every noble eye followed me. They expected obedience. Submission.Instead, I turned.Gasps rippled through the hall as I dropped the bouquet to the floor.“I reject this marriage,” I said, my voice calm but sharp enough to cut steel.My husband’s smirk faltered. “What game are you playing?”No game.War.Before anyone could react, the great doors burst open.He entered like a storm—the Alpha they feared, the one whispered about in shadows. My husband’s greatest rival. His enemy.And now…my chosen ally.I walked straight past the altar and into his arms.“This time,” I whispered, loud enough for them all to hear, “I choose power.”The court erupted into chaos.But I only smiled.Because this was just the beginning.They had buried a queen once.Now, they would face a goddess.