Reborn in Blood: The Cursed Luna

POV- Elara What is the greatest truth of life? It is that the person you love more than your own life can become the very reason for your death. Blood was dripping from my throat, and my entire life flashed before my eyes. There was a time when I fought thousands of enemies for this very man. But today, that same man—Alpha Damien, my mate, my husband—was waiting for me to die. "Why, Damien?" My voice came out like shattered glass. I had fallen to my knees. My white gown was now soaked in blood and mud. "I sacrificed even the power of my wolf for you. I shed the last drop of my own blood to keep your pack standing. So why?" Damien looked at me. He never truly had love in his eyes, only a cold, cruel intent. Standing beside him was Serena—the "fragile" girl Damien claimed was his true love. A victorious smile played on Serena's lips. "Because, Elara," Damien said, adjusting the cuff of his suit as if my death was a trivial matter. "You are a 'Legendary Warrior Luna.' Your power, your dominance... it overshadowed me. The pack respected you as much as they respected me. But Serena? She makes me feel like a real, strong Alpha. She wants the power that runs in your veins." My eyes widened in shock. "You... you aren't doing this to save the pack... you're doing this for my sacred wolf essence? You're throwing me into the jungle to die like a 'wolf-less' reject?" "Don't leave her alive," Serena chirped like a fly, extending her hand to admire her manicured nails. "If she comes back, everyone will know what a pathetic man her mate is. Finish her, Damien." My mate looked at me. For a single moment, there wasn't an ounce of shame in his eyes. Only hatred. His sword rose directly above my heart. My body was trembling, but the legendary warrior inside me was still alive. I wanted to fight him even with my broken wrists, but he had already extracted my powers using dark magic. "I am doing you a favor, Elara," he said, and thrust the sword into my body. There was no pain. Just a strange coldness spreading from my chest to my stomach. I fell to the ground, my blood seeping into the scattered leaves and mud. For the last time, I looked up at the sky. The moon was full, but its light did not shine on me. Serena leaned down toward me and whispered something that made my very soul tremble. "By the way, what did you think about the child you were hiding from him? The one growing in your belly? That was my plan—to take it from you. Your mate will build a happy family with me, and your child will call me 'Mommy.' But luck is on your side today; you're dying right now. The child will die with you." What? My mind spun. I was pregnant. I was waiting for the right moment to tell Damien, and instead, he killed me. My child's life was ending with mine. The last tear fell from my eyes, and my world went dark forever. --- (Darkness... and then a blinding light) "Wake up, Elara. Wake up, or if Alpha Damien's eyes fall on you, you won't survive." I opened my eyes. I was gasping for air as if I had just surfaced from underwater. My body was drenched in sweat. I looked around. I was in a small, poor, and dark room. The room smelled of dirt and old wood. A young girl was sitting next to me, shaking me awake. "What... what happened?" I tried to speak, but the voice that came out wasn't mine. It belonged to someone else. It was softer, a bit raspy, as if recovering from a long illness. "Are you pretending to faint again?" the girl said, her face filled with disgust. "You know, right, Mira? Alpha Damien is arriving today? And his Luna, Serena, wants to see you. Go in front of them without hiding your face. They want to see just how ugly and weak a girl can be in their pack." Alpha Damien? Serena? My mind spiraled. I looked at my clothes. My hands were thin, my skin pale and sickly. There were dark bruises on my wrists. I looked at my face in a cracked mirror. A girl I didn't recognize stared back at me. But then, my past memories hit me like a tsunami. Elara. My name was Elara, but this body's name was Mira. I had died. Damien and Serena had ripped my heart out. So how am I here? Then, a voice echoed in my mind. A voice I could never forget. The Moon Goddess. "Your time is not over yet, Elara. I am giving you a second life. In the body of a girl the world has mocked and rejected as weak and ugly. This time, you have no legendary power, no pack. You only have your rage. And a thirst for revenge. Remember, the one you thought was 'ugly' will become your true strength." I clenched my fist. My entire body ached, but the fire inside me was not calm. I am Mira? The Mira the whole pack calls 'wolf-less' and ugly? And today... today is the day Damien and Serena are coming to this pack? Today is the day they first set foot here. "Where are you, Mira?" the girl yelled again. "Serena and Alpha Damien want to see you. If you don't go, they will have us killed." I adjusted my clothes. A strange calmness washed over me. In my past life, I fought for them. In this life, I will be their destruction. "Let's go," I said in my new, weak voice. "I'm going to meet them." I opened the door to my room. A strong wind was blowing outside. The atmosphere of this pack was very different today. Everyone was standing at the border. I stood at the back of the crowd. Just then, a magnificent black car stopped there. The first to step out was a man—his dark eyes and cunning smile were exactly the same as before. Damien. Beside him stepped out Serena with her delicate, fragile gait. Damien addressed the entire pack. "My name is Alpha Damien. This is my new pack. I will protect you all. But I want you all to bring me the weakest and most useless creature in front of my eyes. The one who is a burden to our pack." My heart started pounding loudly. What is he going to do? Serena's hateful eyes signaled toward me. She raised her finger and pointed straight at me. "There she is, Alpha. That ugly girl. She is the weakest creature in the pack. Throw her out of here." Everyone started laughing at me. Damien's gaze fell on me. He began to stare at me. For a moment, my breath caught. Did he recognize me? No... this body is completely different. But just then, someone placed a hand on my shoulder. A heavy, cold, and extremely dangerous hand. I turned around. A very tall shadow stood behind me. A man whose body radiated such dark energy that even the air became heavy. His hair was thick and black, and his eyes... his eyes were blood red. He was the most dangerous man in the entire realm. The Cursed Lycan King, Kael. Kael looked at Damien, and a lethal smirk appeared on his lips. Then he looked at me, and there was something in his red eyes that made my entire body shiver. Parting the crowd of the pack, he gestured toward me and spoke in his deep, rumbling voice: "If this girl is the weakest creature in your pack, then I will take her with me. Her fate is now in my hands." Damien's face turned red with anger and shock. "Lycan King, she is my property..." Kael gave Damien a look that made Damien choke on his words. Then Kael leaned down toward me, looked into my eyes, and said so softly that only I could hear: "What do you think, little Mira... are you really weak? Or are you the one I have been waiting 300 years for?" My heart stopped for a second. How does Kael know I'm not weak? Does he know about my past life? And what happens now?