Chapter 3
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Sara's POV.
I woke up to the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the large windows of the pack’s mansion.
The bed was far too soft, the room too luxurious, and the silence too unfamiliar. This wasn’t my world—at least not the one I had known before.
The memories rushed back all at once.
I’ve been reborn.
The realization still sent shivers down my spine. Everything from my past life felt like a nightmare that had followed me here, refusing to let go.
Jason, my ex-husband, and Morgan, the woman who destroyed my life, had thrown me down the stairs, killing my baby.
I’d died in pain and despair, swearing revenge on them both. And now? Now, I was alive again, in a new life, in a new world.
But this world was strange. Jason wasn’t my ex-husband anymore. He was Lycan King Darius’s brother—my brother-in-law.
The thought made me clench my fists beneath the silky covers.
How could fate twist like this? And Morgan? She was nowhere to be found. Did she even exist in this world? If she didn’t, how could I make her pay for the pain she caused me?
I stared at the ceiling, lost in thought, when a knock at the door pulled me back to reality.
“Come in,” I said, sitting up quickly.
A young maid entered, her head bowed respectfully. “Good morning, Luna,” she said softly.
The title startled me, but I quickly masked my surprise. Luna. That’s who I was now. Not just Sara, the woman who had suffered and died. I was Luna to the Lycan King.
The maid raised her head slightly, offering a kind smile. “My name is Lena. I’ve been assigned to help you get ready for your Luna coronation today.”
“Coronation?” I repeated, my voice sounding smaller than I intended.
“Yes, Luna. It’s your first event with the Lycan King. The entire Howling pack members will be watching,” Lena explained, moving closer.
I swallowed hard. I didn’t want this. None of it. But what choice did I have? I had been reborn into this life, and if this was the path laid before me, I would walk it.
I couldn’t back down—not when Jason was here. Not when I had the chance to make him pay for everything he’d done in my other life.
I nodded and let Lena guide me to the bathroom. She worked quickly, brushing my hair and pinning it into an elegant style.
The dress she brought out was beautiful, shimmering in soft shades of silver and white, hugging my figure in all the right places.
I felt strange looking at myself in the mirror. I looked the part of a Luna, but inside, I still felt like the broken omega from my past.
“Are you ready, Luna?” Lena asked as she stepped back to admire her work.
I took a deep breath and nodded. “I am.”
Moments later, I walked down the staircase, my steps slow and measured. At the exit, I saw him—Lycan King Darius.
He stood tall, his dark hair perfectly styled, his sharp features set in an expression of coldness. Derek, his Beta, stood by the car, waiting silently.
Darius’s eyes met mine as I approached, and for a brief second, I thought I saw something flicker in his gaze.
But it was gone before I could place it. He stepped forward, his movements smooth and deliberate, and opened the car door for me.
“Thank you,” I murmured, stepping inside.
He didn’t respond, shutting the door behind me and walking around to his side. The drive to the venue was silent, the atmosphere in the car suffocating.
I kept my hands folded in my lap, staring out the window at the passing scenery. My thoughts swirled with memories and questions.
When the car finally came to a stop, I reached for the door handle, eager to escape the suffocating silence. But before I could climb out, I felt a sudden, firm grip on my hand.
I froze, my head snapping toward Darius. His touch was warm, his fingers wrapping around mine in a way that sent a strange jolt through me.
“If we want them to believe we are in love,” he said, his voice cold and unyielding, “then we must keep up the marriage they want. I hate rumors.”
His words hit me like a slap. Of course, this was nothing more than an act to him. I was just a pawn in whatever game he was playing.
I pulled my hand free, my jaw tightening. “Understood,” I replied evenly, though my heart raced in anger and frustration.
The hall buzzed with a mix of excitement and reverence as Darius and I walked side by side down the aisle.
His presence alone commanded attention—strong, cold, and untouchable. I kept my face neutral, though my thoughts were far from calm.
This was my first official event as Luna, a title that felt both foreign and risky. Yet, I couldn’t afford to falter. Not today.
As we reached the podium, the pack members bowed their heads in respect, their murmurs fading into silence.
My heart pounded, and I swallowed hard, trying to appear poised. Darius’s hand grazed my lower back, steadying me, and I hated how much I needed that brief contact.
“It’s time,” the elder announced, holding the ceremonial crown in his hands. I stepped forward, my pulse quickening. This was it.
The moment I would officially take my place as Luna. A role I hadn’t chosen but one I had to embrace.
Then, it happened.
The doors to the hall were pushed open with a force that echoed like thunder. Every head turned toward the commotion, mine included. My breath caught in my throat as I saw her. Morgan Vega.
My body froze as my gaze locked onto her. She strode into the hall with confidence, her dark hair flowing over her shoulders, her lips curled into a smirk that I remembered all too well.
“She’s in this world too?” I whispered, barely able to contain the surge of anger that boiled within me. My fists clenched at my sides, my nails biting into my palms.
Morgan stopped in the middle of the hall, her eyes scanning the crowd before they landed on me. Her smirk widened.
“Hello, sister,” she snarled, her voice dripping with venom as she walked toward the podium.
Her words hit me like a slap. “Sister?” I repeated, my voice shaking with both confusion and fury. My brows furrowed as I squinted at her, trying to process what she had just said.
Morgan let out a mocking laugh, tilting her head as if she enjoyed my bewilderment. “Sorry to impress you, Sara, but oddly... I am. Although, more like your half-sister.”
The words sent a furious shockwave through me, but it was quickly drowned out by the deep rage that followed.
My anger burned hotter as the pieces started to fall into place. She was here, in this world, and somehow, she had wormed her way into my life again.
And then it hit me.
Morgan was Lady M—the bride who had disappeared on the day of Darius’s wedding. The one who had left him standing alone.
Before I could fully process the situation, Morgan’s mocking voice rang out again. “And right now,” she said, her sharp gaze locking with mine, “I’m here to take back what’s mine. I’m here to reclaim my place... and the Lycan King Darius, whom you so conveniently stole.”
My body tensed as I opened my mouth to fire back at her, but before I could speak, Darius’s hand shot out, gripping mine firmly.
The warmth of his palm against mine was grounding, and I turned to see his cold, calculating expression.
“By Lycan King, who are you referring to, Lady M?” Darius asked, his tone calm but laced with menace.
Morgan stepped closer to the podium, her guards trailing behind her like shadows. She tilted her chin up, her confidence unshaken.
“You, my king,” she said, her voice softening as if she were pleading with him. “It has always been you. We are a match made in the moon, and no one should step in between us. That is—”
“That is never going to happen,” Darius cut her off sharply, his voice ringing through the hall like a c***k of thunder.
Gasps erupted from the crowd, their shock evident. I could feel their stares, but my focus remained on the scene unfolding before me.
Darius’s hand slid around my waist, pulling me closer to him. The gesture was possessive, protective, and for a moment, it left me breathless. His next words were colder than ice.
“No one except Sara Ash can stand beside me as my Luna,” he declared, his eyes narrowing at Morgan. “And that is final.”
Morgan’s confident mask cracked, just for a second, as she took a small step back. “You can’t mean that,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.
“I mean every word,” Darius said without hesitation, his grip on me tightening. “You abandoned your place. You turned your back on this pack and on me. You are nothing but a wolf ghost of the past.”
His words hung heavy in the air, and Morgan’s face twisted with fury. She pointed a finger at me, her voice rising in anger. “She doesn’t deserve to be Luna! She’s nothing! She’s just a replacement, a replacement of what could have been!”
I flinched at her words, but before I could respond, Darius stepped forward, his aura radiating dominance.
His voice dropped to a dangerous tone. “Watch your words, Morgan. You do not speak to my Luna that way!”
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