He Rejected Marking Ceremony, I Upgraded Mate

He Rejected Marking Ceremony, I Upgraded Mate

The very first thing I decided to do after being reborn was to reject the marking ceremony with my Alpha mate Ethan.

In my previous life, when Ethan tried to postpone our ceremony for the thirty-second time, I threatened him with the sacred laws of the Moon Goddess.

Ethan eventually caved. To pacify my rage, he promised that nothing would interrupt us again.

But that was the night his Omega mistress Ivy died.

From that moment on, Ethan hated me with every fiber of his being. When I told him I was pregnant, he drowned me in the freezing North Sea.

"You and that abomination in your belly deserve to die for her," he spat as he held my head under the water.

I died in despair. But when I opened my eyes, I was back at the altar.

Ethan looked impatient. "Selena, Ivy says her chest hurts.. We need to postpone the mark again."

He expected me to beg. Instead, I unclasped the ceremonial collar and threw it in his face. "Go to her. I quit."

Ethan sneered, "Stop acting. Without my scent, you’ll be back crawling on your knees in a week."

He didn't know that an hour later, I was knocking on the door of his mortal enemy—Damon, the Tyrant of the North.

When I posted a photo of the Winterborn Alpha’s ring on my finger with the caption "Upgrade my mate," Ethan went mad…

The very first thing I decided to do after being reborn was to reject the Marking Ceremony—the same ceremony that had already been delayed thirty-two times.

In my past life, when Ethan tried to postpone our union for the thirty-second time, I finally snapped.

I acted like a raving lunatic. I threatening him with the sacred laws of the Moon Goddess, even threatening to take my own life if he walked away.

Ethan eventually caved. To pacify my rage, he promised that nothing would interrupt us again. He severed his mind links, turned off his phone, and under the gaze of the full moon, he completed the ceremony. It wasn't an act of love; it was an act of vented anger and resignation.

But that was the night Ivy died.

Ivy. The fragile, helpless Omega he had rescued from the battlefield. The kind of girl who looked like she would shatter if you breathed on her too hard.

When she found out we were finally sealing our bond, she had a mental breakdown and ran straight into the dangerous Rogue territory. She called Ethan nineteen times, begging for help.

Because I had forced him to cut off contact, Ethan missed every single call.

By the time our ceremony ended, all we found was Ivy’s cold, lifeless body.

From that moment on, Ethan hated me with every fiber of his being.

On the surface, he remained my Alpha. We maintained a facade of peace for the pack. That is, until the day I told him I