Alpha Who? I've Got Acceptance Letters

After coming back to life, I seek out a witch to erase the fated bond between me and Adrian Westwood.

Then, using a magic potion that can transfer fated bonds, I plan to give it to his adopted sister, Hazel Quinn. From that moment on, Adrian will believe she is his one true mate.

Before the marking ceremony, I quietly changed the bride's name on the invitations and gave Hazel the exquisite gown I had spent nearly six months having custom-made.

After the ceremony, Adrian and Hazel left for the Southlands together.

Adrian uses his authority as Alpha to let Hazel take the university spot that was meant for me. He even writes her a letter of recommendation to Eldren University so she can explore the human world.

Meanwhile, I walk away and begin my studies at Northbridge University, one of the top universities in the world.

In my previous life, Adrian and I spent 20 years together. But in the end, he knelt at my feet in front of our descendants, begging me to sever the mate bond so he could be buried next to Hazel after he died.

In this life, I decide not to sacrifice my future for anyone else.

This time, I'm pursuing my own dreams at the top university, determined to make myself proud and never look back.

"Is it really that hard for you to just sign your name?" Adrian Westwood asked, glancing at his watch, his voice laced with impatience.

I kept my eyes down, letting my thoughts drift as I stared down at the Luna registration form from Arlanta.

In the southern packs, every Luna had to sign the registration form and send it to the Alpha King. It was both a tradition and an honor.

In my previous life, I'd signed my name so excitedly, then jumped up to hug Adrian, unable to hide my joy.

But he just pushed me away, grabbed the paper, and walked out.

It wasn't until much later that I realized he had been rushing to the neighboring pack to buy a calming tonic that could soothe the wolf for Hazel Quinn.

Now, in this life, I held the form and replied flatly, "Got it."

Adrian wore a black cloak over a fitted shirt that clung to his abs.

Hazel always said he looked powerful like that—that he had the makings of an Alpha King.

"Don't worry," I said coolly. "I'll hand the registration form to the envoy myself."

He finally looked relieved and nodded. "Since we're fated mates, I'll go through with the marking ceremony, but I need you to stop giving Hazel a hard time. I don't want her reputation getting dragged down."

I hadn't done anything. But in his eyes, Hazel could do no wrong, and I was always just the bitter mate who couldn't stand his adopted sister.

He turned and walked away while I took a deep breath, trying to soothe the wolf inside me—she was furious.

The night we finally