Back to Selection Day: Surprise, I'll Get Golden Twin Pups

I'm a noble wolf woman. As soon as I was born, I'm destined to become a candidate in pursuit of the future Wolf Queen's position.

In my past life, Louis Hanover, the heir to the Wolf King, hated the fact that I had given birth to a black pup, which was viewed as an inferior lifeform. So, he killed the pup with his own hands.

After that, he whipped me to the point my body was all mangled and squished. Only then did he order to have my body tossed to the mountains so that the beasts could feed on me.

Before I breathed my last, I vowed to the heavens that I'd make Louis regret everything in the next life.

When I open my eyes again, I find out that I've gotten reborn to the day Louis is bound to choose his wife.

This time, he chooses my cousin, Chloe Dunn, who happens to be a brown wolf woman. Brown wolves' social status is second to white wolves.

When Louis shoots me a look filled with hatred and disgust, I realize that he has gotten reborn as well.

In my past life, Chloe had gotten married to a brown wolf man, and yet she was able to give birth to a prestigious white pup. Everyone showered her with praises because of that.

This time, Louis thinks he'll be able to sire a white pup just by choosing Chloe as his wife.

Little does he know that only pureblooded wolves can give birth to pureblooded kin. How can he, a mixed-blooded wolf man, possibly sire a noble white pup?

I felt as if every bone in my body was shattered, and suddenly, the excruciating pain began to recede slowly.

"Is something the matter, Grace?"

I opened my eyes after being jolted by someone at my side, only to find myself staring at my father, Roger Craft. I could hardly believe my eyes, and for a moment, I thought I was dreaming.

But after seeing the way they looked at me, I immediately understood what was going on. I had been reborn, back to the very day Louis Hanover was choosing his wife.

It was the day of the wife selection assembly for the wolf clan royal family. Philip Hanover, the Wolf King, had sired a son in his twilight years. That son was Louis, the white wolf and the inevitable successor to Philip.

Dad, who was standing beside me, whispered urgently, "You have the best shot at being the future Wolf Queen, Grace. You must take good care of the future Wolf King. Do you understand?"

I stayed still, giving no sign of agreement or refusal.

I looked past Dad, catching sight of Louis making his way over. It mirrored the events of my past life.

Louis came to a stop before me and grasped my hand, declaring, "I choose Grace Craft, Father."

I wanted to refuse, but I found myself unable to speak.

In order to form a bond,