Reborn as the Blessed Luna

Lourdes POV I’ve always been a woman of power, a force in the corporate world who dominated boardrooms with intelligence, ambition, and ruthless determination. I played the game better than anyone, and no one dared cross me—until tonight. As the early morning sun began to filter through the curtains of his lavish penthouse overlooking the city skyline, I sat on the edge of the king-sized bed, my back straight and poised, as I slid on my designer heels. The sheets still held the warmth of the night’s dalliance, but my mind was already far from the events that transpired. Across the room, Victor St. Claire, my fiercest competitor and the man I had just spent the night with, lay sprawled in the sheets, still deep in sleep. His face looked peaceful, almost innocent—a stark contrast to the man he truly was. I smirked at the thought. He was smart, sure, but not as smart as me. I stood up, smoothing the wrinkles from my silk dress, and quietly approached his desk. The sleek, silver laptop sat open, its screen in sleep mode. I glanced over my shoulder to ensure he was still asleep, then slipped a tiny SD card from my clutch. With a practiced hand, I inserted it into the laptop’s port. In seconds, the virus I had designed to wipe out his entire database began to upload. Everything he had built, every project, every piece of intellectual property would be gone within minutes. I didn’t just want to win; I wanted to obliterate him. I wanted to make sure that when I launched my own product next week, there would be no competition left. And Victor—Victor would be nothing more than a memory in the cutthroat world of business. As the progress bar completed and the laptop began to hum with the process of destruction, I removed the SD card, tucked it back into my clutch, and turned to leave. I was halfway to the door when I heard the click of a gun’s safety being released. My heart skipped a beat, but I didn’t panic. I’d faced down threats before. With calculated calm, I turned to face him. Victor was standing, the sheets wrapped around his waist, his eyes cold and awake, no trace of the man who had been in bed with me just hours earlier. His hand was steady as he pointed the gun at me. "Did you really think I wouldn’t know?" His voice was low, dangerous. I tilted my head slightly, my eyes narrowing. "You should have stayed asleep, Victor." His finger twitched on the trigger, but he didn’t fire. Not yet. "You’ve ruined everything I’ve worked for," he said, his voice almost a whisper. "Everything." "Business is war, Victor. You of all people should know that. You were just collateral damage." I took a step toward him, fearless, even as the barrel of the gun followed my every movement. "You can’t stop it now," I said. "The virus is already inside. It’s over." Victor’s face twisted in rage, and in that moment, I knew I had won. I had broken him. But what I hadn’t anticipated was the depth of his desperation. Without another word, he squeezed the trigger. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the penthouse, loud and final. The bullet struck me square in the chest, and the force of it sent me staggering back. My hand clutched at the wound, crimson blooming through the fabric of my dress as I fell to my knees. I looked up at Victor, my vision blurring, and for the first time in years, fear coursed through me. I had been so close. So close to destroying him, to winning everything. But I had underestimated how far he would go. I tried to speak, to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. My strength was fading fast, my life slipping away on the cold marble floor of Victor St. Claire’s penthouse. I had played the game, but in the end, it had been my final move that sealed my fate. As my vision darkened and the pain ebbed into numbness, I saw Victor standing over me, the gun still in his hand, his expression unreadable. And then, everything went black. ----- The sensation of drowning was the first thing I felt. Cold, dark water engulfed me, pressing against my chest, making it impossible to breathe. My lungs screamed for air, but as I tried to gasp, only icy water filled my throat. Panic surged through me, and I thrashed wildly, my arms flailing, my legs kicking. But then, something shifted. A deep, primal instinct surged within me, and suddenly, the panic subsided. Strength I had never known before flooded my limbs, and I kicked with power, pushing myself toward the surface. My vision, blurred and distorted by the water, began to clear, and as I broke through to the open air, I took in a deep, desperate breath. I had been a powerful woman in my past life—cold, calculating, and fiercely intelligent. I had built an empire with my bare hands, only to be betrayed and destroyed. But as I gasped for air in the cold waters below the cliff, I realized I was no longer the woman I once was. This body, this life, was something different. I looked around, disoriented. The water churned violently around me, waves crashing against the jagged rocks. Above me, the cliff loomed high, its edges lined with dark, twisted trees. Memories that weren’t mine flashed through my mind—running through a dense forest, laughter echoing in my ears, and the searing betrayal of being pushed over the edge. But who had I been before? The memories came in pieces—I had been young, no more than seventeen. A princess, cherished and beloved by my pack, a symbol of hope for my people. My name was Mitchell, daughter of the Alpha King, born to lead and protect. And now, I was something else. Something more. I forced myself to swim toward the shore, my body stronger and faster than I remembered. Every muscle burned with energy, and as my hands finally touched the rough sand of the shore, I pulled myself onto solid ground, panting and drenched. The night air was thick with the scent of the forest, rich and wild. I lay there for a moment, trying to make sense of it all. My mind was a chaotic swirl of past and present, of who I had been and who I was now. But one thing was clear—I, the woman who had once commanded a corporate empire, was now reborn in the body of a young werewolf princess. Slowly, I pushed myself to my feet. My clothes were tattered, the once-elegant gown I wore now soaked and clinging to my skin. I looked down at my hands, which were no longer the manicured, delicate fingers of a corporate queen but instead strong, delicate, and tipped with sharp edge of natural nails. I could feel the power of the wolf within me, a feral, untamed force that pulsed through my veins. Yet it rested, it felt as if I had another being that was waiting to wake up. The moonlight above seemed to call to me, and I felt a deep, instinctual pull, a connection to the land, to the night, to the pack I now remembered belonged to me. But there was something else, too—something darker. The memories of Mitchell’s life came flooding back, and with them, the cold, sharp pain of betrayal. The faces of those who had pushed me off the cliff came into focus—members of my own pack, those I had trusted. They had wanted me dead, had seen me as a threat to their own ambitions. A low growl rumbled from my throat, and for a moment, the urge to shift was overwhelming. I wanted to feel the power of my wolf form, to hunt down those who had wronged me and make them pay. But with all my experience and wisdom from my previous life, I forced myself to remain calm. Revenge could wait. First, I needed to understand this new world, this new life I had been thrust into. Fear consumed me at realizing I was living a fairytale life, from a powerful business human woman to a magical being that can destroy the lives by simply breathing. I turned away from the water, my eyes scanning the dense forest that lay beyond the shore. The night was alive with the sounds of nocturnal creatures, the rustle of leaves, and the distant howl of wolves. I was not alone here. My pack was out there, somewhere, and they would either be my allies or my enemies. As I took my first steps into the forest, a new determination set in. I had been reborn, given a second chance at life, and I would not waste it. In this world, I was Mitchell, the werewolf princess—strong, fierce, and ready to reclaim what was rightfully mine. And those who had betrayed me? They would learn soon enough that there is nothing more dangerous than a queen who has been given a second chance.