My Reborn Daughter Changes My Life

All the werewolves claim that I'm born lucky. After all, I, a lowly Omega, get to become the mate of a powerful Alpha named Kael Dwyer.

Only my five-year-old daughter, Lyra Dwyer, keeps staring at me with the eyes that seem to be able to discern everything.

When Kael's mistress, Seraphina Ashwood, uses the spring water blessed by the Moon Goddess while wearing my robe after moving into the pack house, Lyra wakes me up in the middle of the night.

"Mother, why exactly are you still staying with an Alpha that reeks of betrayal?"

Stunned, I ask, "What did you just say?"

Lyra sighs in return. "In my previous life, I had lived till I turned 25 years old. I watched you endure everything for the rest of your life.

"Can you please hear me out this time and reject the bond between you and that Alpha dad of mine? Once you're done, I'll introduce you to an actual fated mate. He's more handsome and powerful than Dad. Most importantly, he's devoted to you and only you."

My daughter, Lyra Dwyer, was the one who told me about Kael Dwyer's betrayal. She was only five years old, having just completed her pup initiation ceremony.

That day, she came back and walked straight up to me.

"Mom, Dad's wolf has been tainted by another she-wolf."

I was polishing the ritual silverware; my hand paused for a heartbeat before I continued, "Don't talk nonsense, Lyra."

"I'm not." She climbed onto the high stool, swinging her legs. "I saw him at the market outside the territory today. He was holding hands with a she-wolf. She had long black hair and was wearing a moon-white dress."

I threw the polishing cloth into the basin, splashing water all over my hands. "You saw wrong."

"I didn't." Lyra jumped down from the stool. She walked over and looked up into my face. "Mom, cry. Let your wolf cry. It'll make you feel better."

Instead of crying, I laughed. "You little pup. You must have been listening to the elder's theatrical tales again, haven't you?"

She shook her head and reached out to take my hand. Her palm was so small, her skin so soft.

"Mom, I'm not a pup," Lyra said slowly, every word chillingly clear. "I actually came back from 20 years in the future."

I froze.

"Twenty years from now, you'll have been gone for a long time," she said, her eyes reddening quickly. "Your wolf withered from heartbreak. By the time they found out, it was too late to save you. Dad had already marked a new Luna by then.

"The ceremony took place just three months after you passed. He told the pack they couldn't be without a Luna—that Finn and I needed someone to care for us."

The candle flames on the altar flickered. A wave of dizziness washed over me.

"I didn't cry, really." Lyra wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "I didn't cry at your