Crowned in Ash and Silver

My fated mate, Alpha Horton, didn't love me. He loved another omega, Chloe.

In my past life, Chloe took her own life in despair over him, and Horton was convinced I had driven her to it out of jealousy.

He hated me to the bone. Even bound by our mate bond, he refused to touch me.

But when a rival pack’s silver bullet flew toward me, he shielded me with his own body.

As his life drained away, he wrenched his cold hand from mine, his golden eyes filled with nothing but regret and disgust.

"Sienna," he said, "my one regret is not rejecting you from the very beginning."

After he died, the pack fell apart.

Every member cursed me, screaming about why it wasn't me who died, but their great Alpha.

It felt like my heart had turned to ash. I swallowed a vial of liquid silver before his grave.

When I opened my eyes, I was back ten years in the past, shortly after we were mated.

The cold voice of the Moon Goddess echoed in my mind.

"Child, I will give you one more chance. Fulfill the three deepest wishes in Horton's heart, and in exchange for your life, your soul will earn its true freedom."

I knew his wishes.

To break our mate bond. To be with Chloe. To ensure the survival of the Snow Moon pack.

This time, it wasn't too late.

The freedom he craved, the woman he loved, the pack he swore to protect.

I would give it all to him, using the very life he loathed to do it.

But when I granted his every wish, in return, he wept with regret, calling me his only fated mate.

My mate Alpha Horton hated me, convinced I’d driven his beloved Chloe to her death. But it was his body that shielded mine from a silver bullet. Reborn, my mission is simple: break the bond he despises and finally set him free for Chloe.

The first day of my new life, I went straight to the pack's shaman and demanded to break my mate bond with Horton.

"A mate bond decreed by the Moon Goddess cannot simply be—"

"It can," I cut her off. "You know the ancient unbinding ritual, Rose. I've read the pack records."

A conflicted look crossed her face. "That ritual hasn't been used in three hundred years. And it requires the consent of both parties—"

"He'll consent."

At least, I knew from my past life how desperate he was to be free of me.

Rose, the pack shaman, sighed and pulled a heavy, dust-covered tome from a shelf.

"If you insist... But Sienna, once it is broken, it can never be undone."

"I know."

I remembered the fragments of his thoughts that had bled through our mate bond—the raw, unfiltered feed from his heart.

The tender longing for Chloe, the fury at being trapped, and the deep, visceral disgust for me.

"Why can't she just let me go?"

"Chloe is