After My Mate's Deathbed Confession, I Rewrote Fate

I was the revered Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, admired by all for my devoted children, harmonious union, and peaceful passing. Yet, it was only in my final moments that I realized the life I thought was perfect was nothing but a cruel joke.

My mate, Charles Gray, the gentle and refined Beta of the pack, stood over my lifeless body, hurling curses at me. He accused me of ruining his life, claiming that if I hadn’t forced our union, his true love, Ella Wilson, wouldn’t have been forced into a miserable marriage that led to her untimely death. He even instructed our children to bury her beside him in the family tomb after his passing, erasing my existence from his legacy.

As my spirit lingered in the hall, I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. Without my family’s wealth and influence, Charles, a lowly Delta from a lesser branch of the Gray family, would never have risen to become the respected Beta he was. But in the end, he repaid me with a lifetime of hidden resentment.

When I was reborn, I found myself back at the day our families were negotiating the mate bond. This time, I decided to give Charles what he claimed he always wanted. When his mother, Melina Larson, came to propose the union, I spoke calmly, “Charles and I are merely acquaintances. His heart belongs to Ella Wilson, the Omega from the west side of the pack.”

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The moment those words left my lips, the once cheerful atmosphere in the room froze. Charles, who had been sitting quietly beside Melina, immediately rose to his feet, his face pale with shock. “Eileen!” he protested, his voice trembling. “What are you saying?”

In my past life, on this very day, Melina had brought Charles and the pack’s matchmaker to my family’s home to discuss the bond. My mother, Noa Carroll, had instructed my attendant, Lilyana, to hide me behind a screen so I could observe Charles unseen. As the matchmaker praised our compatibility, calling us a match made by the Moon Goddess, I had blushed with excitement, convinced that Charles and I were destined for each other.

Back then, I had already fallen for his carefully orchestrated charm, believing we were soulmates. So, when the moment came, I tapped the screen three times, signaling my agreement to the union. Later, my father, Franklin Gray, spoke privately with Charles in his study. I never learned what they discussed, but in the end, my father approved the bond.

Soon after, our families finalized the arrangements, and I was marked as Charles’ mate in a grand ceremony. For fifty years, I believed I was the luckiest woman in the pack. Charles was a respected Beta, our children were devoted, and our union was harmonious—or so I thought. There were no other mates in his life, or so I believed.

Then, one evening during a pack gathering, I suddenly collapsed, my strength leaving me. I knew my time had