Hero Alpha and Dying Stepdaughter

The day my parents severed their mate bond, my sister and I had to choose.

One of us would go with our father—the Alpha who'd gambled away every inch of pack territory in underground wolf fights.

The other would go with our mother, who was marrying Alaric, the most powerful Alpha in the werewolf world.

In my past life, my sister fought to go with our mother. I stayed behind with our father in silence.

Later, our father rebuilt himself. His territory grew tenfold. He became one of the strongest Alphas, and I was his most beloved daughter.

But my sister provoked the tyrant Alpha Alaric, was banished from his territory, and was torn apart by rogues.

After rebirth, my sister didn't hesitate. She dropped her packed bags and clung to our father, sobbing: "Daddy, I can't leave you. Let my sister go live the good life with Mom. I'll stay with you."

Our father's eyes softened with emotion. He looked at me quietly packing my things, and his voice turned cold: "Get out. You're just like your mother—a gold-digging bitch."

I didn't argue. I left in silence.

In my past life, I fought thousands of battles in underground wolf pits for him. My wolf nearly died countless times. My body was covered in scars. I won back his territory piece by piece.

Only then did he wake up, pull himself together, and become a powerful Alpha again.

But my wolf had been shattered beyond repair.

On the verge of death, my wolf burned the last spark of her life to reverse time.

But she couldn't reverse her own decay.

This time around, all I wanted was to find a place with no fighting and sit in the sun for a while.

I was reborn. Back to the year I was fifteen, the exact moment my parents severed their mate bond.

The Council Elder was reading the final terms. My father, Gareth, stood on the left, his face ashen, his eyes hollow.

He had been the Alpha of the Colton Pack. But he'd gotten hooked on underground wolf fights and gambled away everything his ancestors had built—territory by territory, until even the Pack House was on the betting table.

My mother, Diane, stood on the right, makeup flawless, chin tilted upward. She couldn't stomach the fall—from Alpha's wife to a gambler's woman, overnight.

She was remarrying. Alpha Alaric of the Ashford Pack—one of the most powerful Alphas the werewolf world had ever known.

"The ceremony is complete." The Elder closed the documents and looked at me and Ivy. "The two children will each choose a parent."

In my past life, Ivy chose our mother first.

I stayed with our father.

For the next ten years, I fought thousands of battles in underground wolf pits for him. Every single one was a blood-soaked brawl inside a silver cage, facing the most vicious fighters that desperate gamblers from other territories could throw at me.

There wasn't an inch of undamaged skin left