A Werewolf’s Revenge

In my last life, my Alpha husband despised me for giving him a “tainted” Omega Black Werewolf. So, he murdered our newborn with his own hands and then tore me apart with silver-quenched claws.

As I lay dying, I cursed him to eternal damnation, and with my own eyes, I watched as his body sank into the frozen depths of Moonshine Lake alongside mine. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the bonding ceremony—the day he was supposed to choose his mate.

This time, he didn’t hesitate at all. He chose my sister, a Beta Gray Werewolf whose bloodline sat just one step above an Omega’s, and the way he looked at me was nothing but bone-deep disgust. I knew then that he had been reborn, too.

In my last life, my sister was just an ordinary Beta, while I was a Silvermoon Alpha, one of the highest bloodlines, second only to the legendary Golden Lycan. Back then, he chose me without hesitation.

However, my sister later married a regular Alpha and somehow gave birth to a golden pup, earning the envy of the entire pack. Meanwhile, I married him and gave birth to a low-rank Omega Black Werewolf, making him the laughingstock of the Werewolf Alliance.

This time, he thinks choosing my sister will give him that golden pup again, but what he doesn’t know is that a body is only a shell. Blood doesn’t lie. A bloodline tainted by Omega can never forge a true descendant of a Golden Lycan.

A thunderous boom split the sky. Lightning roared, and dozens of enchanted silver chains tore through the storm clouds straight toward me.

They struck all at once, and my skin split open. As the force sent me plummeting, I saw my husband, Damian Blackwood, standing beyond the storm clouds, staring down at me with cold, brutal malice as I sank.

“With the blood of the Silvermoon, may Damian Blackwood be cursed with eternal damnation!”

With the last of my strength, I whispered the spell, and as I watched, Damian’s wolf form cracked under the curse. His body collapsed, and he fell into Moonshine Lake alongside me.

“Elara. Elara, quit spacing out.”

Someone nudged me. I slowly opened my eyes and saw my father. However… wasn’t I just killed? Didn’t those silver chains pierce straight through my heart?

I blinked hard, looking around, trying to shake off the impossible vision, but everything felt too terrifyingly real. I had been brought back to life and sent back in time. Most importantly, I was back on the very day Damian was supposed to choose his mate during the bonding ceremony.

“Damian,” my father, the Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack, said, “I have two daughters. Which one will you choose?”

I met Damian’s gaze. I remembered how, in my last life, he had looked at me with tenderness and had gifted me the Blackwood token—a wolf fang—without hesitation. Yet now, all I saw in his eyes was disgust.

“Chloe,